Chapter 601
"Long live His Majesty, the King!"
A shout from the crowd pierced through the carriage walls. A faint smile spread across Declan’s lips as he leaned back against his seat. Even on the third day of the festival, the city remained as lively as ever.
"If you’re enjoying it that much, why don’t you get out and walk?" Thesaya asked from her seat beside him.
Declan met her strangely expectant gaze, then simply smiled and shook his head. "I already met with them yesterday. Seeing me again now would only dull their excitement."
"Ah." Thesaya’s shoulders slumped as her face turned indifferent.
Across from them, Ian hid a smile as he raised his cup. To him, it seemed Declan’s true intention was to prevent the people's initial elation from fading.
"Besides, the Agent of the Saint must be tired as well," Declan added.
"I can’t say that you’re wrong, even as a pleasantry," Ian replied, the cup still at his lips.
Yesterday, Declan spent the day touring the inner and outer city, meeting the residents from noon onward. He casually sat with those gathered in the streets and occasionally even stepped into their homes. It must’ve been an unforgettable day for the residents, but for Ian, it was sheer exhaustion, especially since people kept asking him to hold their hands or offer blessings.
Guess there’s a reason they hand out skill points for this.
Thanks to the crowd, he’d had to summon that damn Radiant Light dozens of times. It was a small comfort that the Goddess hadn’t bestowed grace as it had with Shahin, but he knew it could happen at any moment. By the time Declan had concluded his tour in the northern shantytown, it was already the middle of the night.
"Don’t you think you’re overdoing it, though? I know you said you wouldn’t hold back, but at this rate, the royal storeroom’s going to run dry." Thesaya said, crossing one leg.