Chapter 1502: Who Are You?

Chapter 1502: Who Are You?

Cockle~doododoo~

The morning birds had already begun waking many as the sunrise peeked through the cracks of their wooden windows.

The early morning hue was like a blanket of different colors, spreading shimmering light across the land.

In the wash of the new light, everyone's skin was glistening so beautifully.

The early morning was the dominion of birds as they sang their morning tune to the sunrise in glee.

The morning due had beaded on the many stalks of greenery like a fine wedding dress.

But in no time, the due began fading, revealing the bright greenery it covered.

Ah yes... Such mornings in Titarian only highlighted the beautiful landscape for many to marvel at.

The bees were buzzing, and the plants opened their petals.

But nature wasn't the only one ready for the day ahead.

It was barely 6 A.M, yet the streets were sizzling with people moving about in all directions.

"Hahahah~... Today, our new monarch will take his rightful place on the throne!"

"I reckon the Royal square will soon get filled to the brim. Damn. If I want to watch, I have to get there early."

"Bahahahah~... I'm so happy! This coronation has brought in big money for my shop! Do you know I was able to sell my family's handmade sandals to visitors? Hey... You know to walk our Titarian claims, one needs the right shoes. Hahahahahha~... I'm now a little rich man."

"Goodness! Have you heard? The celebrations will be allowed to carry on for 4 days straight! Typically, it's supposed to be 3 days. But because of his highness's record-breaking results when capturing the armored horned Wild boar, he earned us the course of having an additional day to celebrate!!"

"That's right. All this is a sign that his highness is a chosen one!"

"Hey, hey, hey... Word around the streets that his highness is thinking of pushing forward the plan made by his father a few years back."

"Ah!- Are you talking about the one on taxes?"

"Yes! Yes! That's the one! Some nobles are against it while others support it. But it's clear it's beneficial to us. If we could have a say, I would fully support his highness!"

"Me too!!"

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The nobles and their forces only made up at most 30% of the population. Everyone else were farmers, fishermen, maids, slaves, boat builders, and so on.

So the majority stand in unison, their doom would be imminent.

In this world, tyrants understood this facet very clearly, keeping their people in fear while also having a sense of measure for their actions.

All in all, everyone was looking toward today's formation, wondering if their future Monarch would make a difference or not.

For them, lesser people, they had placed a lot of hope on their Gregory!

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Like so, the place was filled with excitement, tension, and several other feelings unknown to many.

Yes!

This was the calm before the storm.

In the many noble estates, several people dawned majestic attires while communicating with their forces.

At the gates, the guards also began checking people while holding several painted images in hand.

If anyone looked at it, they would know one of the portraits had the face of a very familiar man... Cletus Ghoul!

Even now, they still kept 'strict' control on the situation at hand.

But how would some of them have known that the enemy was already snuck into the city by the many traitorous guards stationed on the city walls?

Back in the palace, the many ministers had already arrived, looking at his highness Gregory at a loss.

Their faces scrunched, and their eyes squinted deeply.

"Your highness Gregory... Who is this strange man?"

Yes... Who was this guard they had never seen before? Even the hidden guards around Gregory all wanted to know who this person was and where he popped out from.

The man wore complete black from head to toe. What's more, there wasn't even an opening hole on his assassin mask?

That is, no one could see whether he was blue-skinned, dark-skinned, or pale-skinned.

'...'

Hehehehe.

"Who is he?" Gregory chuckled, seeing their many confused expressions.

"Uncles... He's but a simple guard."