"It's finally our turn to take the stage..."
At the harbor of the Holy City, the crowd that came to welcome Prince Colin had long dispersed. Now, only hurried pedestrians and leisurely strolling seagulls remained in the busy port.
Standing on the dock, Baron Ticky Cosia was ready to spring into action, but he had been waiting for a long time without seeing his expected destitute relatives.
Those guys probably forgot about him!
And that's not all—
It wasn't just the poor relatives who were nowhere to be seen; even the creditors seemed to think he was already dead. There wasn't even a trace of a single journalist.
The attention of the entire Holy City seemed to be solely focused on Prince Colin.
"These snobs..."
A bit of frustration flashed across Ticky's face, and he couldn't help but grumble.
Just as he was filled with ambition but clueless about where to start, a stranger's voice suddenly rang out from nearby.
"Sir! Please wait a moment!"
