Chapter 58 - The Last Moment (2) (1/2)

Ch. 58 The Last Moment (2)

The crowds parted as Carlisle and his guard made their way to the festival. One of the festival organizers heralded Carlisle’s presence in a loud voice.

“His Highness, Crown Prince Carlisle!”

In response, the crowd of subjects bowed their heads reverently like an ocean wave. The number of people seemed endless. The sight was nothing short of spectacular.

Elena, who was riding on horseback behind Carlisle, looked at the prince with fresh eyes. She had not thought much of it before, but His Majesty the Emperor was absent from public appearance due to a serious illness. The people seemed thrilled to see the crown prince directly in his stead.

The people cast awed gazes on the grand figure of Carlisle, who wore his pride like a man who wore fitting clothes. Everyone was thinking the same thing.

‘…A man born to be an emperor.’

There seemed to be no other man more suited to the position. The emperor was the apex predator at the top of the food chain. It was as if Carlisle was born to stand above other people. If one were to meet his blue eyes by chance, admiration would be the first emotion to settle followed by envy.

Elena was following Carlisle at the long procession when a little further away one of his subordinates spoke.

“You, newcomer.”

“…”

She knew she was being called, but she didn’t reply. Swordsman, whether mercenaries or knights, were a rough crowd. In the last couple decades of her life she had mingled with such groups.

Now, the provocations seemed nothing more than childish. There were usually people in any organization who liked to set the pecking order among members. However, she had no intention of building a rapport with any of them in order to hide her identity.

“Hey, can’t you hear me?”

“I think he’s ignoring us.”

She did not turn her head, instead secretly directing her gaze at the Flower Bridge. It would collapse today, and there should be clear signs of structural weakness. No buildings or bridges simply collapsed in a day without them. However, it seemed that someone in charge was hiding the faults.

‘…We’d better find them and evacuate everyone before the bridge collapses.’

Elena’s primary mission was to defend Carlisle, but she wanted to make sure no one else was hurt or killed if possible.

Elena was lost in thought until suddenly a figure blocked her way. When she looked up she saw a man towering over her.

“It’s Len, right? Is what we’re saying funny to you?”

The man had a thick, muscular physique.

“Ease off, Morgan. He’s so small you’ll knock him over if you hit him. He was brought here by the prince himself, so don’t blind him on the first day.”

Elena heard someone sneer, and it seemed that this gargantuan man in front of her was named Morgan.

Elena was about to reply when there was a sudden commotion ahead of them. A man was blocking Carlisle’s way to the Flower Bridge. His sword was drawn from waist.

“Halt.”