The world had welcomed peace, thanks to Jiang Lu's intervention.
In order to commemorate Jiang Lu's great achievements, atop a tabletop mountain at the center between Alster and Connacht, craftsmen from both nations jointly crafted a pure gold sculpture of a warrior for him, known as—
The Defender of Peace!
Whether he truly defended peace or not, Dechtire and Maeve didn't know, but they were aware that their Defender of Peace could produce impressive showers of splendor every day.
And the composition of the sculpture was quite interesting.
Jiang Lu stood in the middle, one hand pointing to the sky, the other arm around Dechtire, with Maeve embracing his other side. The princess of Connacht looked up in the direction he pointed, appearing like a believer guided by him, and as for Cu Chulainn… the one squatting on the side, that was him.
"So why was I sculpted to look like a dog?"
Cu Chulainn asked with a dark face.
