Chris was finally crowned King of the Kingdom of Bagnia, becoming its rightful ruler. Like a boulder crashing into a lake, the event immediately sent enormous shock waves outward.
Its impact did not end with the cheers in the Capital or the lingering echoes of the coronation. Like ripples spreading from the heart of a lake, it swept outward in overlapping waves at astonishing speed, reaching every corner of the kingdom and profoundly reshaping this war-weary land that yearned for rebirth.
"Long live King Chris! Long live the King!!!"
When Doran Ayr learned the news far away in Hegrande City, he was cooking in his kitchen. Even so, he raised both hands high and waved them vigorously, hopping about wildly to express his joy.
The spatula clattered to the floor. The sausages sizzling in the pan began to burn, but Doran noticed nothing.
The scholar in his thirties, usually known for his composure and learning, was now like a child who had received his favorite toy. His cheeks flushed with excitement, and his eyes behind his glasses shone with an almost fanatical light.
"It's happened! It's happened! His Majesty has finally been crowned!"
He announced it loudly to the empty kitchen walls, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
The news swept through Doran like molten lava, instantly washing away the scholarly reserve he normally maintained so carefully.
He abruptly stopped hopping, but still could not settle down. He began pacing rapidly around the cramped kitchen, waving his hands unconsciously as though he wanted to embrace the entire jubilant kingdom.
"Everyone back in Hilla Town, can you see this?
The future we staked everything on has come true! The king we followed has taken the throne!"
Doran murmured to himself, the fields of his hometown and the familiar faces of those