Inside the Governor's Mansion, Losa unfastened his armor and hung it on the armor stand, rubbing his stiff cheeks with some resignation.
At today's coronation ceremony, he had kept a serious face throughout, as if he really were the Holy Son descended into the world, every gesture had to be precise. If this went on, he felt he'd soon become a sculpture.
Jeanne walked in and casually took out a bottle of wine and a pair of crystal glasses from under the table: "You performed well today. When you first won the fame of the Sun King, did you feel as imposing as you do now?"
"Far more imposing than now."
Losa remarked with a sigh.
Back in the simulated battle world, he and Jeanne had restored the crumbling structure and prevented France, which was teetering on the brink of becoming a vassal to the United Kingdom, from going down, achieving a prestige that reached the pinnacle of feudal monarchy.
