"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, you've returned!"
The voices of the crowd lined along the road, filled with deep respect, surged like waves towards the figure walking proudly down the avenue.
The Martial Monk nodded slightly, responding to the greetings of the people one by one, a gentle smile on his face.
"Your Majesty, my granddaughter, she—"
An elderly man tremblingly squeezed to the front of the crowd, his cautious voice full of hope.
His granddaughter had saved a hunter years ago, then defied her family's objections to marry him far away in a neighboring village.
Though it caused a big stir at home at the time, now with the Arcane Surge of the dragon beasts inches away, that past conflict seems insignificant.
"Rest assured, she's safe." The Martial Monk slightly bent down, his towering figure casting a shadow that shielded the old man from the harsh sunlight.
