The royal palace was quite well-guarded. Elite, heavily-armored soldiers and the Mages hired by the royal family were on patrol.
Most nobles and diplomats who attended the ceremony were thoroughly examined. Only a few of them, including Roland and Schuck, managed to go through without being stopped.
When Roland got off the carriage in the courtyard of the royal palace, he saw that a lot of people had already gathered.
Those people were all dressed in glamorous clothes.
Then they all looked at him.
They had to, because Roland was too eye-catching at this moment.
Roland himself was almost blinded by his magic robe that was flashing in different colors, not to mention others.
However, nobody found his clothes amusing.
They all looked at him enviously.
The more light pollution an item caused in this world, the fancier it would be.
The light pollution of magic was the greatest fanciness.
Roland sighed.
