The tolling of the bell, the sounding of the horn, the entrance of the royal family, and the commencement of the speech.
Everything follows ancient rituals, with the rich cultural traditions that exhalt the royal authority fully on display at this moment. Including those guests who harbor scorn, not a single person chatters, each bowing their head to hear King Charlemagne IV speak on the promotion of chivalrous spirit, the encouragement of traditional friendship between the ancient human nations of Charlemagne and Albion, the deepening of official and civilian economic and cultural exchanges between the two countries, and the harmonious prosperity of the Human Faction...
All of it is just bureaucratic talk, all of it meaningless drivel.
Nobles and the wealthy, common folk, and even the people of Albion all reach the same conclusion, everyone tolerating the situation and feigning obedience, all the while lamenting that time is moving too slowly.
