Chapter 743
"Being granted the honor of serving as regent to His Grace Ian Hope, the Demigod of the North, is a privilege beyond words."
From atop the low inner wall encircling the keep, Seras delivered her address at Ian’s side.
She’s certainly full of energy.
Ian glanced at her confident expression. He had noticed it before—she thrived beneath the weight of attention.
"Of course, I wouldn’t dare claim I can shoulder such a grave responsibility alone. Fortunately, however, His Grace has seen fit, for the sake of the North—"
Letting much of her speech drift past him, Ian slowly surveyed the view beyond the wall.
It was already the final day of the festival. Though the citizens must have been exhausted from days of celebration, they had once again filled the streets to hear the proclamation.
The reaction doesn’t seem bad.
Ian studied their faces and felt a quiet sense of relief. After all, this was the formal announcement of the Northern Council’s establishment. Had they mistrusted the council or demanded that he remain in person, it would have complicated matters.