After lunch, Lanci stepped out of the grand doors of Shalem Palace and stood at the entrance.
Clad in a black overcoat and top hat, his expression was grave, seemingly still immersed in thoughts about the important conversation that had just concluded, weighing the immense responsibilities he bore as a leader.
The streets of Hershalraym were bustling, with citizens going about their busy lives, the city's din always present on either side of him.
Despite the shadow of war hanging over the city, life continued on.
The citizens around began to take notice of the Prime Minister.
Some stopped in their tracks, looking at him with curiosity and respect.
A few nodded a greeting at him, which Lanci politely reciprocated. The public showed their respect and curiosity, and some even voiced encouraging words, advocating for a vigorous resistance against the Huo Ning Empire.
These interactions brought a slight smile to Lanci's face, with a glint of gratitude and resolve in his eyes.
