A priest closed his eyes, drawing a cross on his chest, offering a sincere prayer for the noble Lady Knight.
Sacred Sith above—
Please let Her Highness stay in this world a while longer, do not so hastily take her away from your devoted servants...
The atmosphere in the Governor's Mansion hall was tinged with a faint sadness.
Actually, Erin didn't want it to be like this, especially since she knew she wouldn't die, and she didn't want people's unnecessary guilt to dilute the joy of victory.
Just as she was about to say something to break the sorrowful atmosphere, a bloated and comical figure spoke up before her.
That person was not a court jester but a genuine noble, dressed in splendid clothes, yet he looked more like a jester at that moment.
"Princess Erin! Princess Erin!"
Thelon Gard cried out in a shrill voice, squeezing through the crowd, and stumbled, "thud" fell to his knees at Erin's feet.
