"I believe it is feasible," Kyle answered after a moment's thought. "Hebrew already has battle merits to his name, but he lacks renown. Sending him as an envoy to the Moon God Church on Alp Island would help spread his name."
"Then that's what we'll do." Velin nodded without hesitation.
After chatting for a little longer, Kyle left.
Velin sat on the throne and dealt with a few official matters, then rose and left the Administrative Hall, intending to bask in the sun in the garden.
Kyle was overseeing the takeover of the entire Parambria Kingdom, and Belder would handle its governance afterward.
Thus, he had no need to worry about any of it.
In the Royal Capital of the Parambria Kingdom, Damian Bria glanced back at the Royal Palace where he had lived for centuries, then stepped onto the mounting stool and climbed into his carriage.
"Set out!"
At the order, the procession began its journey, stretching more than thirty kilometers.
Five thousand soldiers of the Royal Palace Guard formed the vanguard, ensuring the road was clear.
In the middle were the families and servants of the officials and generals leaving with Damian, numbering over twenty thousand.
Four thousand soldiers of the City Defense Army brought up the rear.
On either side of the Royal Capital's main avenue, tens of thousands of commoners watched carriage after carriage depart, bewilderment on their faces.
The old king was leaving, and a new king would soon arrive. The only thing that remained unchanged was that they would still have to pay taxes. The only difference would be how much.
On the Royal Capital's walls, a middle-aged general watched the carriage that represented His Majesty recede into the distance, looking somewhat dazed.
As the Capital Garrison General's deputy, he had learned the terms