The crowd responded to Emperor Saint Baldo with cheers as loud as a mountain torrent and a storm at sea.
Getting off the carriage, Saint Baldo strode leisurely towards the Royal Cavalry Guard, his military boots issuing crisp sounds against the plaza.
The cavalry stood motionless, like statues.
Following custom, Emperor Saint Baldo inspected the troops, his gaze sweeping across every cavalryman.
The fifty-year-old Emperor of the Cerryti Empire carried his sword—a legendary blade known as the Seross Spirit Sword. It gave him an aura of ancestral protection, making his presence as imposing as that of an Eighth-order supreme being. It was as if the royal heroic spirits from the empire's history had transformed into ethereal figures guarding him from behind.
The cavalrymen stared straight ahead, their blood surging and their spirits invigorated.
The Royal Military Band struck up "Royal Flamethrower" on schedule, its majestic melody resonating across the plaza.
