The two could be said to have jointly painted the Kingdom's present, ruler and minister assisting each other, making this a celebrated story in the history of Colin Ishurian.

However, rulers change over time, ten years is a long stretch, how many could have foreseen today's situation?

Fang Hong had little understanding of these court secrets of Colin Ishurian in the past, but after being drawn into this series of events, he—along with Miss Tata—did plenty of homework, deepening his grasp on some of the connections within.

As for the Prime Minister's side suppressing the Prince today, how much of it stems from the late Old King's wishes?

Fang Hong couldn't help but shake his head.

The rise and fall of royal power, who can truly explain it?

Yet all of this ultimately has little to do with him, Fang Hong just parted the pedestrians, wanting to get closer to that group, drawing a string of curses from those around. But he simply didn't care, after all, he had a youthful curiosity, and was very intrigued by what the rumored Fire Phoenix was truly like.

That scene was nothing short of dreamlike.

As for royal power struggles, better to set them aside for now.

Hilveld found it amusing, being pulled along by him, as they made their way through the crowd. As for the massive constructs, they had been put away for fear of drawing attention.

The crowd moved closer, finally clearly seeing the riders in the procession.

Following the two prominent figures and the Bishop was a tall young knight, whose complexion was pale and demeanor somewhat floating, his head lowered, shadows deep in his dark eyes—Fang Hong noticed the man wore a black cape, pinned at the collar with a Phoenix Emblem, surprised by the person's identity—someone from the Phoenix Family?

Suddenly, he heard a series of low voices coming.

Looking around, he finally heard what people were saying: "It's Young Master Loshelle, the City Defense Force found him..."

Fang Hong felt the name seemed somewhat familiar.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from beside, poking him lightly. He turned to see the serious look on Princess Silver Weslan's face, the cold of the deep night in the severe winter casting a faint pallor over Sophie's features—barely discernible if it was from the chill or tension.

She took a breath, saying, "It's Loshelle Modkaesar."

Fang Hong also suddenly recalled who this person was. It was the name engraved upon that rusty armor.

He was the eldest son of Duke Modkaesar.

But hadn't people said he disappeared, and now he was found?

He remembered the origin of that armor, feeling a vague sense of unease. He looked at Sophie, the unease in Princess Silver Weslan's heart was also evidently stemming from this. "Something is odd here, Ade..." she whispered.

"What are you suspecting?" Fang Hong asked.

Sophie shook her head, this was just her intuition, but she couldn't pinpoint the reason for the moment. She couldn't simply grab the armor and demand answers, not questioning their qualification, but the other side would easily explain the matter.

She mentioned that the armor walked during a blizzard, but how many would believe her? Even she couldn't be certain whether it was an illusion.

Hilveld watched them from the side.

Fang Hong noticed the noble lady's gaze, asking, "Hilveld, what do you think?"

The young woman gently shook her head, "Let's see how things unfold," she said.

With this incident, people's interest in the spectacle dwindled somewhat, but they still had to wait for the ceremony to end before leaving. The three exchanged glances, feeling that tonight's matter was not so simple.

After Loshelle Modkaesar, a young knight appeared, approximately Fang Hong's age, not very tall, but exceedingly handsome.

Fang Hong recognized who he was upon sight, having heard of his fame but not seen him in person—without a doubt, it was Enan Modkaesar, the young son rumored not favored by the Duke—compared to his brother, Enan seemed rather different, though likewise draped in a black cape, without a sword and not in battle gear.

He seemed intellectually refined and scholarly, yet distinct from the others.

He couldn't help but look towards The Uncrowned Crown.

But due to Delice, neither were out from the inn—

Yet The Uncrowned Crown's friend, the young swordsman 'Forest', who had fought with them previously in Ash Woods and perished once, commented from the side: "Enan is well-regarded among the Invokers, he's always been close with the upper echelons of the Southern Alliance..."

After the Southern Region Alliance dissolved, these people had nowhere to go temporarily, so they remained by Delice's side—after all, aside from Hilveld, that little Princess of Westwood Sibika family is most closest to The Uncrowned Crown other than Hilveld.

As for Mr. Greyrock, anyway, Lady Kuisu's team was with them, a few extra people mattered little to Fang Hong.

He heard Forest's words and was not surprised, as they had earlier received help from Miss Feyos in Dulun.

When Enan Modkaesar appeared, many Invokers in the crowd shouted in approval, attracting strange looks from the Natives. Sophie viewed this, shaking her head: "...So foolish."

She referred undoubtedly to the Invokers—

Fang Hong understood as well, the Invokers' behavior was only detrimental to his standing within the Phoenix Family, but what Invoker would care about that? In the minds of most Natives, they were seen as lawless renegades.

The Duke also furrowed his brow slightly, while the Praetor watched the scene with some amusement from the side.

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