The sound of the steam whistle at the port bid farewell to the young men heading toward their ideals, and to Prince Colin, who was about to leave the Holy City for the North.
He had lingered in the Holy City for over a month, and during this period, his identity as "Prince Colin" had certainly stolen the spotlight.
Whether in politics, economics, culture, military, or even the "scientific research" field, the entire Holy City was littered with his chess pieces wherever his gaze reached... regardless of whether those influenced by him were aware of it or not.
His spreading influence was like a giant tentacle firmly grasping the base of the Holy Grail and was extending toward the body of the cup.
Reaching this step was already enough for now.
Being too tightly bound would only cause the citizens of the Empire to become prematurely alerted.
