The next night.
"These… Are these posters the goods His Majesty was talking about?"
Standing in the warehouse and looking at the goods that had just been delivered by the caravan, in a few short moments, the mayor of the town of Hendrie recalled what he had not been able to before, as though he had just been enlightened.
He had promised the King: He had to put up these posters in town!
All the lost memories surged up at once. The mayor felt a bit dizzy, but he immediately remembered what the King had told him. Taking a deep breath and gathering his courage, he slowly opened up the box containing the goods.
He picked up a poster. With just a few glances, his face changed involuntarily.
"This… This…"
