Those riding atop tall horses, recalling the past members of the Senate, seemed to be jolted awake from a dream as they dismounted.
They stared with wide eyes and uncertain looks at Ivita, as though trying to confirm who exactly Ivita was, committing his figure and face to memory.
"Why would the bell of Saint Sophia Cathedral ring? He is but a pilgrim. Even if his entourage is large, it shouldn't be like this. Is he really trying to bolster his political prestige?"
"This… It's like what is described in history books, about ancient emperors returning to the Imperial City. The Sacred City has not seen such a lively event for a long time. Sigh~"
Ever since the Great Emperor of Ancient Civilization moved the Senate, knight class, and the Church of the God of All Things, along with the priests, over to the Empress of Ten Thousand Cities, the Sacred City had fallen into decline.
