Because the Crowning Ceremony was being held today, Camelot's atmosphere had become both fervent and solemn early that morning.
Upon opening the door, one could see soldiers patrolling back and forth along the battlements and streets. Ever since the Round Table had taken over the city's defenses, troop deployments had increased severalfold over the past few days.
Along the roads leading to the royal city, Purification Knights stood guard at every checkpoint, radiating an imposing presence.
At noon, lords great and small who had come for the Crowning Ceremony passed rigorous inspections one after another, leaving the places where they had lodged since last night and arriving at the ceremony grounds, where they took their assigned seats.
As the ruler of Orkney, the land at the world's end, and the King of Knights' half-sister, Morgan and the others were naturally led to front-row seats with an excellent view.
It was worth mentioning that Kay, one of the Knights of the Round Table, had been waiting at the crossroads since early morning to welcome and settle them in. At the very least, this respectful and friendly attitude made everyone feel rather comfortable.
While waiting, Samael sampled the dried fruit prepared on the plate and idly looked around.
As far as the eye could see, this was a plaza styled after Roman colonnades, like an open-air theater. The central fountain bore rose motifs, and everywhere retained a heavy Roman influence.
The surrounding marble pillars were carved with mythic epics of the gods of the Pantheon joining forces against some white giant god. Yet among the humanoid Roman Gods was crammed a fluffy little creature with antlers, utterly out of place with the rest of the artwork.
Its arms were spread wide, while six winged fairy figures circled around it.
Horned God Kernunnos,