Even so the entrance march is slow. When we finished half-circling the arena and passed in front of the east entrance gate, I understood the reason the flow of the line was slow.
Everyone was bowing their heads before the royal family, receiving gifts such as scarves or flower crowns from noble ladies in the surrounding tents, or chatting.
The old man in the center of the most splendid tent in the middle is probably the king.
Huh?
Wasn't there a sub-quest of making a brat-king understand?
No matter how you look at it he doesn't look like a brat. Could it be that the brat-king was another country?
Oh.
Among the many noble ladies gathered in the tent on the right was Ana. Unusually she was wearing a gorgeous red dress and covering her red hair with white lace. Looking like this she has the feel of a noble young lady.
Oh my. Her expression is bright.
The gloom until yesterday has completely vanished, her skin luster is good, and a smile floats at the corners of her mouth.
