While the southern city of Bright Stars is still struggling in the ruins of flames, and the warm spring breeze has blown throughout Dominica, the city of Turin, which is located in the east of the world's sea, has ushered in the warmest sun at the end of winter in a peaceful atmosphere - the triumphal ceremony that the whole kingdom has been waiting for for a long time will finally begin on this clear day!

After a long voyage and a hastily negligent expeditionary fleet, the expeditionary fleet arrived at Port Rey under the command of Leonardo Gombray, where the whole army changed into new uniforms, polished their armor, and entered the ancient city of Turin to the sound of a brass trumpet.

Horace Marcherus, who had already changed into a purple dress and a golden and red ribbon and wore the crown of the eagle, walked down from the royal carriage in high spirits, accompanied by Prince Anson and Princess Adele, and stood on the hill of King's Port, greeted by the tsunami and continuous cheers of the whole Turin City.

Although Horace, as the supreme of the kingdom, had long been accustomed to receiving the audience and cheers of his subjects in front of the palace gates, such a grand and seemingly distant scene still made Horace I, who had long since ceased to be enthusiastic, extremely excited.

...... It's been thirty years, and it's finally here!

The memories in my mind seemed to travel back in time and space - the same time and place, standing next to my father and watching the triumphal ceremony to celebrate the glorious victory of the Dominica War, the spectacle was no different from today, and it was equally fascinating.

And when he went through all the hardships and became another king of the kingdom, what awaited him was endless suffering-especially when the bad news of the Northern War came, which almost broke Horace's will, and his already unhealthy body was riddled with diseases, and he gritted his teeth and stood up again from the brink of collapse.

He became the longest-standing king of the three-hundred-year-old kingdom of Turin. But he also became the only king who didn't even have the qualifications of a knight, and today he finally has his first game, his own triumphal style!

Even if it was just to add a barren island like Fort Horn to the kingdom, the Kingdom of Dominica had indeed surrendered in name, so it was legally qualified to hold a triumphal ceremony, and Bernard, the court ceremonial officer in charge of these, had no intention of disturbing the king's interest. Very serious preparations for this magnificent ceremony.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Princess Adele, who blinked with a pair of bright big eyes, tilted her little head and glanced at Horace, who was with a little tears in the corners of her eyes: "Is it because you are so happy?"

"Nonsense, you stupid girl!" Anson, who was standing on the side, snorted disdainfully: "Father is His Majesty the King, and the King must not shed tears in front of his subjects!"

"No, Adele is right, I'm so excited. Horace quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and stroked his daughter's little head as if comfortingly, and the aggrieved Princess Adele stared. He looked at his brother viciously.

This time, it was Anson who began to be aggrieved: "What did I say wrong, should the king cry?"

"The king should be strong, but not without emotion - we just keep it in our hearts. Sighing softly, Horace, who frowned slightly, vaguely felt that something was not quite right with Anson, but it was just a child's temper, and there should be no big problem.

"You have to remember this, my child - we are always confused with awe and fear, but the two feelings are fundamentally different. A king without feelings cannot rule a kingdom with feelings. We rely on the authority given to us by our ancestors and gods, the trust of our subjects, and the sword in our hands. Maintain the peace of the kingdom. Horace smiled slightly: "There is only one place in this world that rules with fear, and that is prison, and the kingdom is not a prison." ”

Anson, who didn't seem to understand, just nodded. Horace, who breathed a sigh of relief, relieved himself and gestured to Sir Greene Turn, the commander of the capital, who was standing not far away, and Green, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately strode forward and blew the first horn of triumph!

The ready trumpeters stepped forward in a neat manner to the beat of the drum. The golden bronze horn was blown in full of energy, and with this long sound, the whole King's Port was even more boiling!

"God bless Turin, long live the kingdom - !!!"

"Turin is invincible under the blessing of the Radiant Cross - !!!"

"The Yuan Radiant Cross will always protect His Majesty Horace-!!!"

Amid the cheers of most of the city of Turin, the expeditionary force had already lined up in a phalanx on the dock waiting for the review. After seeing Sir Leonardo Cambrai draw his sword, it was like a wave of silver light, and the back row of mountains and seas stepped out in a neat step!

One by one, the proud knights held their swords high above their heads, and the pride and excitement in their hearts made them also more reserved, and they passed through the cheering crowd on both sides of the road. Brightly colored flags, fluttering petals, turn the whole King's Port into a sea of joy!

Radiant Cross, Flaming Goshawk, Black Tree on White Background...... There are also many colorful swallowtail flags from various noble lords or various legions, turning the entire street into a "river" of flags, flowing endlessly in front of everyone's eyes, and the pride in the eyebrows is even more vividly displayed!

This is also their triumphal ceremony - after surviving the bloody battles and death battles, the highest reward and the highest glory are given to them, and there is no knight who has not envied and looked forward to the honor of standing in the Glorious Cross in the presence of His Majesty the King and making the most solemn oath to fight for the House of Marcherus for eternity!

Leonardo Gombray, who was at the head of the expeditionary force parade, was even more thrilled - he had waited for this day for too long, but when it was all in front of him, he felt unreal and dreamy.

Even if it's just a dream, let's make this dream longer! Sir Leonardo, who was so emotional, was finally completely immersed in the long-echoing cheers beside him, and raised his head high like the knights behind him.

Far away on the hill of the Glorious Cross, the entire Imperial Council and the princes and nobles of the city of Turin were already waiting here, orderly on the marble steps, overlooking the Port of Kings in the distance.

"Really...... It's a nostalgic scene, and I can't help but think of thirty years ago, even though it was already a memory of my childhood. In the crowd, a middle-aged man who was also wearing a purple robe and a ribbon couldn't help but chuckle and sighed: "I'm afraid that His Majesty the King is in the same mood as me now, right?"

With just a few words, the eyes around couldn't help but gather, looking at this middle-aged man who looked like Horace I, although he looked much stronger than him, and his slightly soft cheeks were turned a lot colder by a long scar.

"That's a bit rusty for you to say. Coughing lightly, the Marquis of Holard Minest, the Minister of the Interior, smiled and replied to him, "His Majesty Horace will not like you to call him that." ”

"What I call him is my business, and there's nothing wrong with him - isn't he my Majesty?" the middle-aged man chuckled, and the corners of Holard's mouth, who had been gagged back, twitched slightly, but he didn't make any retort. Even the surrounding ministers changed their faces, silently staring at the eyes that seemed to be still looking at the old man "inadvertently".

"Huh...... Just kidding, I'm sure the honorable Marquis of Minest won't bother with me, right?" The middle-aged man suddenly laughed: "I'll pay attention to my words and deeds - I've been used to it all year round, and I've really neglected a lot of rules that should be in place, and I hope you can help." ”

“...... That's really an honor for me as an old man. Facing the expectant gaze of the middle-aged man, the Marquis of Holard Minest replied with an equally sincere smile: "You will surely become the best Lord of the Seals, Lord Berrion Marcherus!" (to be continued......)