Early in the morning, the sky was clear and cloudless for miles.
Mu Yuan was preparing inside the garrison, while Isroya was checking his attire.
He was wearing a silver-and-black full-body battle armor, its surface threaded with gold and red patterns that gave it an even more dignified and imposing appearance.
He held a large spear in his hand, while a blood-red cloak draped over his armor and hung down to his boots. It was as though he wore blood, with blood swirling around him as it flowed.
To be fair, this ceremonial battle outfit provided by the authorities was indeed impressive. It was also an excellent-grade piece of equipment worth a considerable fortune, not some flashy but useless ornament.
Except...
"You've already checked it three times."
Isroya was like an overprotective mother today. She even had to inspect the tassels on his weapon several times, and she had used magic to make the cloak look more vibrant and ensure it had no wrinkles.
"After all, Lord, you represent the image of our Tian Yuan Territory today. You said so yourself."
"You'll be appearing before all of Tai Xuan—and the entire world—today. Surely you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of the whole world."
That was true, but...
No, wait. I'm being led around by the nose.
A lord as dashing, young, and accomplished as him could hardly embarrass himself.
Besides...
"I'm not the only representative lord at today's parade. We're just supporting characters."
"Ah, yes, yes, yes... Turn around. I'll check you one more time. Supporting characters have to mind their appearance too."
"Your Highness, there are a total of one hundred and eight representative lords at this Tai Xuan military parade. Most of them are young lords, and among them, several representative lords deserve special attention.