"Great Lord Void Mask, you are the guardian of new things in this world, the force driving change and progress, the creator of a brand-new life, and the sovereign who presides over the great covenant. Please allow us to offer you our highest respects!"
Sui Xiong sat somewhat awkwardly upon the throne, accepting the worship and homage of Gray Tower City's entire upper echelon, led by old Mr. Hart.
He had not wanted things to be like this, but the Hart Family did everything by the book. Mage Hart, the family head, had said that since His Majesty had come, they were obliged to receive him with the proper ceremonies. As for what he intended to do after the reception, that did not matter.
Sui Xiong thought it over and felt they had a point. Though he truly disliked this sort of cumbersome etiquette, if it was only a simple welcoming ceremony, then even out of courtesy, he ought to accept it.
That was why he sat here obediently and received the collective worship of Gray Tower City's upper ranks—or rather, the upper ranks of the Gray Tower Sect of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Culture.
Once the rites were over, Mage Hart curiously asked Sui Xiong why he had come.
"It's not like I came for any particular reason. I'm just wandering around," Sui Xiong said carelessly, waving a tentacle. "I've already visited Gelten Territory and Keen Territory. After I leave here, I'm planning to take a look at Gars City too."
Mage Hart nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Great beings do not have thoughts without cause, for they themselves are closely intertwined with fate. Your Majesty, did you suddenly feel like going out for a walk?"
Sui Xiong was slightly taken aback.