Royal Palace City.
A carriage slowly rolled through the palace gates, where a crowd of nobles had long been waiting along the palace road for Lord Garen's arrival.
Among them were the prince and princess of the Goa Kingdom, Sterry, who had been eagerly awaiting this moment, the unruffled Bogein, and Wallace, whose expression was rather strange.
Especially when he saw the old king personally walking ahead, leading "Lord Garen's" horse by the reins, Wallace's expression became even stranger.
Inside the carriage, Garen was explaining his experience of impersonating a Celestial Dragon to Nami:
"People imagine nobles as civilized and elegant, restrained and courteous, highly educated, and exceptionally capable."
"They understand how systems operate better than commoners, understand social responsibility better than commoners, and are the elite of human society—the leaders who guide their race forward."
"Because of this, nobles possess a legitimate and justified right to rule."
"However, once they truly possess absolute power that goes unchecked, is inherited, and faces no competition—"
"Nobles turn into this sort of thing—"
Garen wrapped an arm around Nami's slender, soft waist and forcefully pushed open the tightly shut carriage door.
Nami blushed in astonishment.
She instinctively tried to break free, but Garen's powerful arm held her tightly against him.
Yet inside the imposing royal palace of the Goa Kingdom, under the gaze of countless nobles, Garen still kept his hand restlessly on Nami's waist, wearing the expression of a lecherous brute with no sense of decorum whatsoever.
That sleazy display of lust regardless of time or place made Garen look like some foolish village boy who had just married a pretty wife.
Garen did not even bother to look anyone in the eye. He merely gave the grand and magnificent palace of the Goa Kingdom a disdainful glance before casually commenting,