Everyone witnessed this scene—the garland symbolizing the wedding was placed.
A tidal wave of sound surged in the square, the commoners who sympathized with Eden recognized him, it was none other than His Highness of Danschel at the execution ground. Initially, they thought they were mistaken, but after repeated confirmation, they found they were not; it was indeed His Highness of Danschel, it was Arsia, and thus, an even greater uproar erupted.
The crowd suddenly descended into chaos, like a headless dragon, still moving chaotically; at this moment, if any organized group were to step forward, they could seize the initiative, their will becoming the will of all.
In the midst of the crowd, on a hastily constructed wooden platform, stood a plainly dressed old man. His clothes fluttering in the wind, he was appealing with all his prestige to all the True Believers of this city.
"True Believers, he must not die! He must not die! It is the will of the King of Kings!"
