The gentle sea breeze swept across the square, bringing a refreshing coolness to the crowded masses.
Although the latitude is not low, the warm ocean currents bring moist winds straight to the face, making the winter in the Imperial Capital not too cold, and snow is seldom seen most of the time.
The long-lost sunshine also filled the crowded people with warmth.
Their gaze followed the Empress as she ascended the high platform, watched her raise the scepter to greet everyone, and then walk into the temporary box just set up, sitting on the throne with dignity.
Even though the beautiful Her Majesty the Empress was temporarily out of sight, they knew she was right there, and even more so, that the Empress was surely watching them.
What they could never guess was that their perfect Empress in their hearts was at that moment lounging, waiting quietly for the end of the workday.
For the Magic Mirror, this performance was meaningless; it only needed to carry out Sif's instructions.
