"Your Highness, the Sacred Maiden, Your Highness, the Sacred Maiden!"
A strange voice pierced through the thin veil of sleep. The left hand pressed against a throbbing temple while the right instinctively gripped the long sword, tightening its hold. When the question, "What's wrong?" was uttered, the body had already reentered combat readiness.
Before her stood a man in a Charlemagne Royal Navy uniform, his face full of devotion and excitement.
"Mother Goddess above, Your Highness, the Sacred Maiden is unharmed."
The joyful voice quickly spread and then escalated into a roar comparable to the tidal waves, and Roland even heard someone shouting "Long live!" The cold sweat that broke out on his back brought the disjointed memories flooding back. After gesturing for the overly excited crowd to quiet down, his purple eyes looked beyond them, fixed on a corner of the street.
