Sylvester didn't want to ruin the wedding, nor was it his problem this time to discuss the matter. The threat of Leyon was for the kingdoms of East Sol to deal with.
'But considering what Leyon has planned, it'll be hard for these kingdoms to even react before it's too late. How ignorant they have become just because I won the war of Popes.' Sylvester couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed. Of all the monarchs, only Kaecilius seemed worried about the matter.
He looked from his room at the bustling city as the morning came and the preparation for the grand marriage ceremony finished. All the major guests had arrived, and a few minor nobles were pouring in and reaching the massive throne room.
For him, there was no need to dress up since his normal clothes were his regal clothes, simple Clergyman robes, with the miter on his head. He just grabbed sleepy Chonky, who returned late after playing with Xavia and Ella last night.
