A few months before the fall of Budapest
A grand flag fluttered in the wind, with an insignia of a black falcon clutching a silver key on a gold and red quartered shield. Beneath it stood a noble butler in aristocratic attire, warmly welcoming a distinguished noble couple with a smile.
"Welcome, Lord Baron, Baroness. It's a pleasure to receive you both."
"Please proceed further, Charlie here will guide you inside."
"Thank you for the hospitality, kind sir!"
Suddenly, with a loud and high-pitched sound, a blazing arrow flew into the sky and blew up, causing a fountain of colours to gush out as if to hug the ground. The butler, looking up, his eyes glistened as he muttered with emotion, 'The day has finally come for the cub to succeed the old lion.'
