And just like that, the ball was rolling back in Baymard.
Not too long from now, Landon and Lucy would be on their way out of there.
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--The Capital City, Empire of Titarian, Zohl.--
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Thup!
An arrow shot through the bushes, making its mark on the head of a 5-foot horned green boar.
~Clap. Clap. Clap.
"Your highness, excellent performance!"
"Wonderful, your highness! You've grown quite a lot since last."
"Excellent!"
"Wonderful!"
~Clap. Clap. Clap.~
The thunderous claps from the spectators were loud but sincere.
This was his highness Gregory Ghoul the 3rd.
He was their future monarch, someone while they, as supporters, stood beside fervently.
At first, not many of them approved of him.
After all, growing up, his highness was too soft-natured and a pure one at that too.
When you look into his eyes, you could see the innocence of a newly born baby in them.
