Blake spoke with a firm and resolute voice.
"Un, I have much expectation for you" Cynthia nodded, her expression softening slightly at his words.
"I have no doubt, Sir Blake, that you will serve this kingdom well. You have earned your place, and I look forward to seeing how you will shape the future of the Royal Guard."
As the ceremony concluded and the banquet started, Blake found himself standing alone in the grand chamber. As he looked at his glass of wine and how the people around him sent him glances, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The crowd's attention to the noble's fantasism was much too foreign and new for him to bear.
"What am I doing?" He couldn't help but think back to the events that had led him to this moment.
