"Residents of the Misty Plains!"
Lancelot's voice, imbued with True Yuan, overshadowed all the clamor as he skillfully addressed the crowd in the language of the Abyss.
"I am Lancelot, a Human Knight. You may have heard some rumors that I killed 'The Great Arbiter' Satugura." He paused briefly, ensuring even those standing far could clearly hear, "Yes, it is all true, and by the tradition of Mogrondale, the Misty Plains are now mine!"
After a moment of silence, a loud cheer erupted from the crowd. It wasn't that they had any complaint against the former Governor; they were purely celebrating the manner in which Lancelot had seized the position: through slaughter. This was Mogrondale's most orthodox method of transferring power, and the vast majority of the citizens dreamt of rising from obscurity overnight in such a way. The Human Knight before them had once again proven the viability of this dream.
