"Father King... I..."
Prince Dazlert's voice trembled as he stuttered, trying to defend himself, yet lacking the courage to do so.
The assembled crowd dared not even breathe, watching the prince slowly kneel with an expression of inexplicable panic, feeling both surprised by and sympathetic to his demeanor.
After all, this was a confrontation with Sun King Andre.
Anyone under His scrutiny would surely tremble with the same nervousness.
It was then that Aberhard and others realized something, looking towards the base of the far-off throne, where in the light, two blurry figures had been standing since they entered the Divine Kingdom.
One was a tall figure shrouded in snow-white gauze, sparkling amidst the radiant Constellation Points. The other wore a cloak knitted from variegated feathers, exuding vitality at all times.
The people were inexplicably shocked.
