Aint played the recording crystal he had received from Gerhard.
The numerous spectators filling the stadium, their cheers.
All of it was directed at the Emperor of this country.
"...That man."
The Emperor had brilliant golden hair, similar to Aint's, and clear gray eyes.
His sturdy physique was like that of a warrior.
The momentum, authority, and dignity felt through the recording crystal made it clear that he was a person who most befitted the word "Emperor."
"..."
If it was this impressive just viewing through a recording crystal, how would it have been to see him in person?
Aint swallowed dryly.
The Emperor slowly waved to the people and began his speech. The dignity imbued in each and every word was enough to instill loyalty where there was none.
