The starlight is fading, and the east is turning pale.
As the black luxury carriage rolls on the streets of the Holy Alliance, its wheels gently crush the cobblestones with almost no sound.
Inside the carriage, Great Monarch Sibangqi leans against the plush leather cushion, initially still pondering the news in the newspaper.
But the seat beneath him is too comfortable, causing sleepiness to surge upon him.
The carriage beneath him was a gift from Theodora last year.
Equipped with the latest springs from the Holy Alliance and wheels hardened with Slime glue.
The streets of the Holy Alliance are paved smoother than the Royal Palace square at Tuna Castle.
The wheels roll over the surface with almost no vibration, only a gentle "shhh" sound, much like feathers lightly brushing against one's ear.
The Holy Alliance's effort to win the hearts of the people, Great Monarch dazedly thought.
