Chapter 157: The Reward for Killing the Dragon
The sun hung low as Inigo and Lyra rode at the head of the procession, their path winding through the capital’s northern gate. Word of their triumph had already spread, galloping faster than any horse. By the time the first banner of Ironmark crossed into the city, the streets were already lined with thousands of citizens. Children waved ribbons. Bakers threw flower petals from their stalls. From high balconies, nobles and scholars alike watched with folded hands and parted lips.
"They look at you like you’re not from this world," Lyra murmured, her bow slung over her shoulder.
Inigo, dressed in clean leathers with his tactical vest polished and patched, kept his expression calm. The Apache helicopter had been left at the outskirts under heavy guard. He’d insisted it not enter the city walls.
"I’m not," he said softly. "But I’m here now. So I guess that makes me responsible."
A trumpet blared ahead. The King’s Guard rode in formation, their silver armor gleaming in the afternoon light. At the head of them, Duke Volen of the East held the banner of House Aurellian, gold on red, fluttering with pride.
As the heroes approached the palace steps, a hush fell across the crowd. The gates opened wide. Out came the royal herald, dressed in crimson robes, scroll in hand.
"By decree of His Majesty King Aldren the Third of House Aurellian, Ruler of the Unified Realms and Defender of the Flame, let it be known..."
The voice echoed like thunder.
"...that the Red Wyrm of Emberreach, long the scourge of the mountains and destroyer of our border holds, has been defeated through the valor of two souls—the brave Lady Lyra, and the foreign warrior Inigo of the Skyfire."
Inigo winced slightly at the title.
"Skyfire?" he whispered.
Lyra smirked. "They had to call you something."