The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 291 - 208: The Grand Celebration

Chapter 291: Chapter 208: The Grand Celebration

Five days after Rod returned from the front lines, the Black Tide officially ended.

According to reports from the Investigation Legion, the main force of the Black Tide had turned southwest, and the aftermath no longer swept across Trolian,

thus, the Black Tide campaign, which lasted four months, came to an end.

The warriors who had fought at the front lines for four months could finally return to the Royal City.

The people who had spent hundreds of days in darkness were about to welcome the first Sun Festival of the Tesrivian Calendar year 1325.

News of the festival had already been spread through the various district administration offices.

Keeping track of dates and weather was an instinct for the people of Trolian.

Everyone eagerly awaited, and a restless air permeated throughout the entire Royal City.

On this day,

before the night had passed and the morning arrived, the Sun Festival had already demonstrated its power.

The light of the Holy Fire shone brightly, and the perennial Black Fog that enveloped the skies above the Royal City was as thin as a wisp of smoke.

On streets that usually only saw patrolling Guardian squads and were otherwise empty, people were now everywhere.

Civilians greeted each other with smiling faces, busy with various household chores while discussing the upcoming celebrations.

Volunteers organized by the Administration Halls had cleaned the streets and alleys spotlessly, painted old houses anew, and decorated the main thoroughfares with fresh flowers and silk ribbons.

Girls sprinkled fragrant water into the sky, adding a thick atmosphere to the celebration.

When the clock struck the moment of morning, the sun, absent for hundreds of days, rose from the east.

Thousands of golden rays crossed over the mountains and poured down on countless residents and houses beneath the high walls.

Everyone bathed in this golden brilliance.

The sky became more expansive than ever before, with high, white clouds sailing across the azure sea, and light freely moved through the pristine space.

A crisp breeze blew in their faces, dispersing the accumulated feelings of panic, suffering, irritation, and gloom in their hearts.

The people who had endured hundreds of days in darkness had finally reached this day, immersing themselves in this sacred scene with only peace in their hearts, their souls purified in the light.

It was some time before a cheer erupted within the Royal City.

It was like a spark falling into a keg of gunpowder—the arising cheer instantly flooded the entire Royal City.

And when their King, leading all the dignitaries from the Upper City, descended, the cheering reached an unprecedented climax.

The King wore a robe of gold and white adorned with flame patterns and a golden crown resembling burning flames, standing on a giant float prepared by the Supreme Administrative Hall, accepting the cheers and salutations of the citizens of Trolian.

On a slightly smaller float behind him were First Elder Amendo, Archbishop Horus, and Defense Chief Dalin, in succession.

Following them were the Guardians, various Commanders, the Judgment Chief, Bishops, Main Priests, leaders of significant institutions, important personnel, and elders of the Supreme Council, among others.

Rod sat among the officials of the Military War Department, watching the civilians on the bustling avenue cheering.

Both sides of the street were crowded with faces, countless hands waving at them, the air filled with a faint fragrance, streamers and bouquets covering the facades along the way, and brilliant sunlight beaming down from the sky.

At that moment, he felt as though he had entered a normal world where the perennial Black Fog, malformed monsters, and terrifying darkness were all like a dream.

The parade of giant floats slowly moved along the Royal City’s main avenue toward the main city gate.

There, they would welcome the returning victorious warriors.

Everyone on the floats was dressed brightly and looked dazzling, and Rod was no exception—Molly had personally tailored a fitting outfit for him.

After being dressed up, Rod looked brand new; his hair and eyes were black, his figure tall and handsome, with starlike features and a rosy white complexion that possessed both handsomeness and a commanding presence.

Even seated on the float with the most people, he still attracted a lot of attention.

A multitude of handkerchiefs flew towards him like butterflies collecting pollen.

Countless girls, young women, and ladies along the road threw handkerchiefs symbolizing their affection at the young man.

Soon, the float was piled with mountains of handkerchiefs, and the commotion even reached the very front float.

Of course, such news wouldn’t disturb the King.

This was Trolian’s most important celebration, and the King’s appearance greatly comforted the people’s hearts, maximizing the reduction of monsters born from despair and decreasing the breeding ground for Doomsday believers, significantly benefiting the stability and development of all Trolian.

Any unforeseen elements during the celebration were first gathered in the hands of First Elder Amendo.

After hearing the report, Amendo’s withered face wrinkled together.

This was not a malicious disturbance, nor the meddling of Doomsday believers. Judgment Chief Lucian was trustworthy and wouldn’t allow any slips at such a time.

Yet, it was for this reason that Amendo felt rather displeased.

"Tell that young man to stop, no one is permitted to steal the King’s thunder during the celebration."

However, this order was opposed by Archbishop Horus.

"The day of the celebration should be celebratory, I see no problem," he said.

Amendo coldly said, "This is the rule, only the King can receive the worship of the people during the celebration."

Dalin smiled and said, "Lord Amendo, rules are made by people, and I think the people would prefer to have more protectors besides the King."

Horus said, "Exactly, exactly, exactly."

Amendo closed his mouth.

Dalin stood up and waved to the crowd, which also elicited a great cheer.

Horus did the same, and under their lead, everyone on the float at the back also stood up.

The cheers grew louder, for after all, it was not just handsome men on that float.

In such a joyful atmosphere, they arrived at the main city gate.

In front of the gate was a very wide square, where the triumphant celebration was to be held.

The square was already packed with people.

A large number of priests and clergy were maintaining order, the floats forming a parade platform upon entering the square.

The everything then was handed over to Archbishop Horus.

One of the main responsibilities of the Holy Church was to soothe the people and oversee public prayer and sacrificial activities.

The celebration was, in essence, a form of sacrifice.

The Holy Church’s choir, choristers, and nun group soon arrived at the square, and under the arrangement of Horus, the pre-celebration performances began.

The huge city gate square was crowded, and even on the distant houses and high city walls, people were standing.

Everyone craned their necks, immersed in the sacred hymns and beautiful dances.

Rod alone almost fell asleep.

He had thought there would be some stunning performances, but it turned out to be singing and dancing.

The religiously devout songs were elegant and long-winded, the flame-themed dances meticulous and refined, captivating the audience completely.

But to Rod, there was nothing explosive about it.

The holy songs were no different from lullabies, and the nun sisters were dressed in strict church robes, with hoods on, their faces not even visible.

High heels, black silk long legs, low-cut backless evening dresses were nowhere to be seen.

After the performance, it was time for the usual speeches.

Horus used some strange crystal device that amplified his voice throughout the entire Royal City.

But the deafening sound still could not stave off the drowsiness brought on by the old-fashioned and cumbersome speech pattern.

Of course, the people of the Royal City did not think so.

Cheers rose and fell throughout the Royal City, proving how inspiring the Archbishop’s speech was.

But Rod had heard too many similar speeches before; his eyelids could simply not stay open any longer, so he simply tilted his head and lay down on Molly’s lap, entering sweet sleep.

Molly did not move, simply letting him lie there quietly.

After what felt like an age, Rod was awakened by a deafening cheer.

He opened his eyes and saw that everyone around him had stood up.

Molly told him, "The Knight Order has returned to the city, and Lord Alan is with them."

For the first time, Rod saw an expression other than indifference on Molly’s face; he hurriedly stood up and looked out.

He saw a large procession of knights riding white spiritual horses entering from the city gate and stepping onto the square.

The leader was none other than the First Knight Commander, Alan.

Riding on the only red spiritual horse, with large shields and great swords hanging on either side and a saber at his waist, the moment he appeared in the square, the cheers almost tore the sky apart.

Everyone shouted his name, "Alan! Alan!"

The infinite cheers turned into a torrent, drowning out all other noises, everyone excitedly watching this most legendary hero, men with reverence in their eyes, women with longing, including Molly.

Alan led the large procession of knights across the square, saluted the King, and then proceeded along the first road.

Behind him, the neatly arranged White Spirit Knights moved like a torrent, advancing deeper into the Royal City, displaying their unparalleled strength to the children of Trolian.

Not just on the ground, but also in the sky, a large number of White Spirit Knights swept through.

At that moment, Rod truly felt as though he was witnessing a military parade.

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