Chapter 331: Chapter 331
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"People of the Frotschter Empire!" — A prominent spokesman commenced the announcement, settling the silence in every citizen attending the Grand Day of the Festival. — "The wait has come to its end!"
Tension was felt in the skin of the expecting people, and the admirable pause given for their souls to prepare continued with the introduction of the Monarch, whose privilege was to present the most celebrated one.
"His Excellency, the Emperor ruling over the vast Empire a strong First gave birth to in a conquering adventure... His Majesty, Francois Maurice Di Frotschter!"
"Tsk!... D*mned be the man! My second name shouldn’t be told!" — Still at the back of the stage, the Emperor groaned, annoyed at the spokesman.
"Welcome the Ruler of the prosperous Frotschter Empire!"
Nonetheless, his anger was quickly concealed. Giving a glance to the Crown Prince that mocked him with a condescending eye, however forgiving him with a silent order.
"Child, you stay here. I am who announces the Ninth." — Releasing her hand, a scheme he had planned thoughtful of his son was initiated even when undeserved because of his malicious actions against his father.
Overdone, he walked up the few remaining stairs, standing proud and victorious in front of the people cheering his presence; with slightly open arms to receive the praise, slowly lowering them to shut the people as he was now to speak... while the son came to stand next to the anxious woman, swiftly taking her hand so it would wrap around his arm, showing her she was not to come out on her own as the glared order of the Emperor allowed.
"I am to escort you, My Lady."
"..."
"Dearest people I was placed on a throne to care for and protect your peace... as I am the blood of a First Emperor, the great ancestor owner of the Royal’s Surname, Oregor Frotschter.
Conquer after conquer, Oregor the One Emperor built the great Empire we own and live in until this day." — A heartfelt speech commenced as the event mandated. — "Nonetheless, his adventure was not done by himself, as we all well know."
’... T-this is kind of amazing...’ — To the paused story the Emperor was telling, Marianne said as the silence gave her goosebumps. Aware that on the other side, the people listening were as focused as herself to make such a deafening quiet for the Emperor to speak without much effort placed on his sound.
"Fenrir. The bestial god that escaped to roam and seek blood... joined no other than Oregor in his conquer that sadly spilt much of what its violence sought... ’Let Fenrir walk beside you’... a pray only this Empire is able to chorus to their rulers... meaning a deathly one protects us."
Ominous, the tone of the Emperor turned, aware that protection was a word easy to manipulate. Yet his speech had to continue, for those listening also knew within their deepest this truth.
"However, loyal men, women and children of the Empire! Today it is not solely because of them that we celebrate!... History is craved in our present. And today, there is a Royal family with the blood of Oregor in our veins thanks to that One he married... That One gentle and strong First Empress... that to this day is mourned by each of us for her death was sudden, yet it came with a pledge while on her deathbed..."
’ah... this is what the people believe happened...’
"Calla’s promise, aided by the power of Fenrir, was as follows:
— The prosperity I managed to gift our Empire will not disappear. When most needed, when you less expect, Fenrir, my close friend, will find that one I confide in... and he will grant thee... the blessing this Empress’s soul in Izeneya has requested to those that forsaken Fenrir’s creators to grant my people. —
... During the centuries, we have witnessed the promise be fulfilled. Once every few years, a chosen with the blessing would appear, acquiring the surname and element their power possessed. Our First Empress request... Has been honoured by the divine for many years.
Yet this Emperor is conscious, until a few days ago, this promise was thought as long forgotten for a Chosen by Fenrir, the First Calla’s Confidant... had not appeared... sowing doubt in the learnings our ancestors left.
What brought us here today? Much more elaborated in celebrations than other years before... We all already know.
A Ninth Calla’s Confidant has been welcomed into the treacherous Fenrir’s territory and has been granted its wholesome protection! Letting its presence be felt stronger in this Ama Dhemnih, The Sanguine Cinder Realm it came to roam in!
The Chosen child was born to no other but to the blood of a loyal bloodline to the Royalty! She is one pertaining to the admirable household of the Sylfinnier Duchy! A fair and gentle child... whose essence is as lovely as that of the First Empress..."
"..."
"The name is Marianne Elise Sylfinnier!! Daughter of the admirable Duke, Orland Mathew Sylfinnier!! Who will now be also known as the most expected noble!!
I present to you, oh loyal servers of the Empire... The Ninth Calla’s Confidant, Chosen by the lethal and bestial god Fenrir... Lady Marianne Elise Sylfinnier, Pristina Pars... the promised blessing our dearest First Empress sent to us."
The hand of the Emperor unfolded to guide the eyes of the city to the beauty climbing the stage.
Silence was enough to let the breeze resound, yet even the awe of the people was held back as the purity of our chosen child became visible to every mortal eye.
Gracious, elegant, beautiful... like a wondrous daydream, Marianne came to stand before the people. Shining pleasantly in the fading sirocco filled with flowers Calla loved, and our primal shades, we only allowed our appreciated child... her dress fluttered to the caresses of the wind we sent to reassure her stance.
"..." — The eyes of the cared child opened to witness the many laid on her, awestruck and joyful to simply see her figure.
’... I... I can’t faint now, can I?’ — The foreign one jested inside, moved because she now knew anxiety was nonsense since the people already smiled only by catching a glimpse of her innocent figure.
’Kinky was right... they really didn’t even get a chance to look badly at me... much less with the Emperor’s introduction.’ — Satisfied with what her eyes saw, Marianne finally moved to make a wide and overly respectful reverence to the multitude. Straightening her height to then soften her visage more as her gaze crossed sights with that of her Father.