Clad in majestic clothing and the royal mantle of red, Emperor Jeffrey Dixon stepped out of the carriage and firmly stood before us with conviction. After a few weeks of travel from his country, the emperor of Dixon finally arrived in our city as part of his state visit.
Followingly, three men exited the same carriage: the prime minister, the guildmaster, and His Imperial Majesty's personal guard. Other than them, there were some other significant figures on this trip, such as an archbishop from Primaria Theocracy.
(So many big names are currently in here, huh?) I thought.
Soon after, my whole family and our knights and servants immediately dropped to one knee and bowed our heads. Our state had not been deflected from the empire yet, so it was the right move for us to take a knee before our ruler. Even though this city was not geographically in the empire, it was ruled by Mother, a noblewoman of the empire.
