Leo's march towards the Unity Palace was unforgettable.
Every brigade captain, from the first division to the 180th, saluted him as he made his way to the palace. At the end of the procession, citizens from the slums and the downtrodden lined the streets with banners and flowers in hand, their faces alight with hope and joy.
"Lord Boss, please fix the plumbing in the slums!"
"Lord Boss! We're so happy to see you assume the throne!"
"Long live the Emperor! May your rule bring us into the golden age!"
The commoners cheered for him wholeheartedly, their voices filled with a desperate longing for change. They wanted him to lead them into a new era, and their unexpected love for him genuinely baffled Leo.
He had half-expected the common populace to hate him after everything he had done. Yet here they were, showering him with adoration. At least a few, it seemed, still appreciated him.
