In the square, the Qixing Legion's thirty thousand troops from six battalions stood in thirty formations of a thousand men each, awaiting inspection.
Twelve hundred Silver Warriors, clad in silver armor, stood along both sides of the road.
The national flag fluttered in the wind. The clouds parted, and sunlight spilled across the earth.
"They're here."
That faint voice put the thousands of clergy from the Church of the God of Opera and Art scattered throughout the square on alert. They focused intently as they operated the magical artifacts in their hands.
Three thousand meters from the Heaven Worship Platform, the royal carriage descended.
Velin stepped down from the royal carriage and looked at Xuemya with a smile, showing none of his usual solemnity.
The most important part of the founding ceremony was worshipping the world, followed by worshipping the deity of the nation's mainstream faith.
As for everything else, it varied from place to place and could be arranged as one pleased.
He was the king, the founding monarch of this nation. He could do whatever he wanted.
"Give me your hand."
A trace of confusion crossed Xuemya's face as she looked at her husband extending his hand toward her. This was completely different from the ceremony they had discussed.
Seeing his wife lost in thought, Velin stepped forward and took her hand before leading her down the main road toward the Heaven Worship Platform three thousand meters away.
"You want to bring me with you?"
Xuemya's slightly puzzled voice rang out in his mind. Velin's expression remained unchanged as he replied through their mental link, "Yes."
"But that's different from the ceremony we planned."
"So what if it's different?" Velin said nonchalantly. "I'm the king today. I can do whatever I want."
*"You've been by my side for