It was a sunny day and the court was in session. There was order in air, nothing was out of place; just like the Queen wanted it. One minute after the bell was sounded all the ministers and counsellors were ready for her majesty. She was radiant as usual, calmer than usual, perhaps she had met a child on her to the court.

Her each step towards the throne was purposeful. Even after many years of ruling, she approached the throne like her first day. She looked into the eye of each minister as she passed them. It was her way of reading their mind. “The eyes are the only truth bearers of a persons mind”, she quotes herself.

She got into business immediately after taking her seat. I want a special sword for fighting in the dark. It should be silent and invisible in the dark. Is there a man who can make such a sword?

“Yes, your majesty.” a courtier spoke. “There is a alchemist who goes by the name Whiplash.” He makes a sword that is almost a whip. It is noticed only after it chops its opponent’s head.