Chapter E013 – Leon's Coronation
The time had come for Leon to solidify his hold on the Rosenweil Kingdom.
After his swift coup, the city streets were lined with curious citizens, watching from their homes or gathered in bars and lounges, where enormous holo-screens projected the grand spectacle. Their interface window buzzed with excitement, questions, and anxiety as the coronation of their new king was broadcast across the kingdom.
A grand parade marched through the streets of Rosenweil’s capital, led by Leon, who rode atop a black steed, wearing regal armor that gleamed in the sun. His face bore an expression of stern confidence.
Behind him, banners bearing the crest of the Genesis Guild flew high, and rows of armored soldiers marched in perfect formation, their polished gear gleaming in the morning sun. These were not the familiar royal guards that once patrolled these streets; they were members of the Genesis Guild, silent and imposing. Their presence was both a show of strength and a reminder of the power shift that had taken place.
The city’s citizens watched from the sidewalks, windows, and rooftops, their faces a mixture of awe and apprehension. The coup was fresh in their minds, and while no one had been killed, the sudden change of power had thrown the city into disarray.
Small clusters of people whispered among themselves as the parade passed by.
"I can’t believe it, the king... gone just like that. And now, this Leon fellow claims the throne?"
A middle aged Native man muttered sadly.
Another Native, an elderly woman, clutching her shawl tightly, watched the parade with sad eyes.