<h4>Chapter 1502: Who Are You?</h4>


    Cockle~doododoo~


    The morning birds had already begun waking many as the sunrise peeked through the cracks of their wooden windows.


    The early morning hue was like a nket of different colors, spreading shimmering light across thend.


    In the wash of the new light, everyone''s skin was glistening so beautifully.


    The early morning was the dominion of birds as they sang their morning tune to the sunrise in glee.


    The morning due had beaded on the many stalks of greenery like a fine wedding dress.


    But in no time, the due began fading, revealing the bright greenery it covered.


    Ah yes... Such mornings in Titarian only highlighted the beautifulndscape for many to marvel at.


    The bees were buzzing, and the nts opened their petals.


    But nature wasn''t the only one ready for the day ahead.


    It was barely 6 A.M, yet the streets were sizzling with people moving about in all directions.


    "Hahahah~... Today, our new monarch will take his rightful ce on the throne!"


    "I reckon the Royal square will soon get filled to the brim. Damn. If I want to watch, I have to get there early."


    "Bahahahah~... I''m so happy! This coronation has brought in big money for my shop! Do you know I was able to sell my family''s handmade sandals to visitors? Hey... You know to walk our Titarian ims, one needs the right shoes. Hahahahahha~... I''m now a little rich man."


    "Goodness! Have you heard? The celebrations will be allowed to carry on for 4 days straight! Typically, it''s supposed to be 3 days. But because of his highness''s record-breaking results when capturing the armored horned Wild boar, he earned us the course of having an additional day to celebrate!!"


    "That''s right. All this is a sign that his highness is a chosen one!"


    "Hey, hey, hey... Word around the streets that his highness is thinking of pushing forward the n made by his father a few years back."


    "Ah!- Are you talking about the one on taxes?"


    "Yes! Yes! That''s the one! Some nobles are against it while others support it. But it''s clear it''s beneficial to us. If we could have a say, I would fully support his highness!"


    "Me too!!"


    (*^*)


    ...


    On the streets, many discussed, thinking of Titarian''s future going forward.


    A new monarch meant change was imminent. But they wanted the change to favor them, even if it was by a little.


    So... Was that too much to ask?


    The streets were bubbling, with many nning to head to the open Royal Square.


    As per Titarian''s traditions, any new Monarch taking the throne must step forward on such a day and state at most 2 things they would aplish in their reigns.


    This was what they would mostly be known for.


    And throughout history, many have stood, talking about Conquering morend, expanding the territory, war, h, h, h~...


    They hardly ever spoke about anything directly beneficial to the people.


    It was always mostly rted to pleasing the nobles and those in high society.


    Looking at today''s matters, many couldn''t help wondering what promise or promises his highness Titarian would give.


    Apart from the coronation, many came forth to watch because of the promise.


    You have to know that if a monarch says something and can''t fulfill or begin work in the matter after 15 years at most, they could get forced to step down by many.


    This was Titarian''s way.


    So if one promises to be a tyrant? Though it was an ominous promise, they still had to fulfill or at least start their tyranny before the dateline.


    Why? Because their enemies would use this to drag them down!!


    Of course, many wouldn''t directly say they would be tyrants.


    No... They would put it sweaty, promising to make Titarian a strong empire.


    And what is needed for strength, a mighty army!


    In turn, what is needed for a powerful army? Food, more taxes collected, and even more ves to push forth their dreams.


    Many people in this era focus more on power, treating peasants as beings far lowly than their horses.


    Many were disgusted just being around peasants in public, talk less of ves. So why would they make promises benefiting these lowly beings?


    Heh... Naive!!!


    Of course, even in tyranny, they wouldn''t fully push the people to total despair, giving them at least a few breaths left in their lungs.


    When people get pushed to the extreme, they can unite against their ruler and the many nobles.


    The nobles and their forces only made up at most 30% of the poption. Everyone else were farmers, fishermen, maids, ves, boat builders, and so on.


    So the majority stand in unison, their doom would be imminent.


    In this world, tyrants understood this facet very clearly, keeping their people in fear while also having a sense of measure for their actions.


    All in all, everyone was looking toward today''s formation, wondering if their future Monarch would make a difference or not.


    For them, lesser people, they had ced a lot of hope on their Gregory!


    .


    Like so, the ce was filled with excitement, tension, and several other feelings unknown to many.


    Yes!


    This was the calm before the storm.


    In the many noble estates, several people dawned majestic attires whilemunicating with their forces.


    At the gates, the guards also began checking people while holding several painted images in hand.


    If anyone looked at it, they would know one of the portraits had the face of a very familiar man... Cletus Ghoul!


    Even now, they still kept ''strict'' control on the situation at hand.


    But how would some of them have known that the enemy was already snuck into the city by the many traitorous guards stationed on the city walls?


    Back in the pce, the many ministers had already arrived, looking at his highness Gregory at a loss.


    Their faces scrunched, and their eyes squinted deeply.


    "Your highness Gregory... Who is this strange man?"


    Yes... Who was this guard they had never seen before? Even the hidden guards around Gregory all wanted to know who this person was and where he popped out from.


    The man woreplete ck from head to toe. What''s more, there wasn''t even an opening hole on his assassin mask?


    That is, no one could see whether he was blue-skinned, dark-skinned, or pale-skinned.


    ''...''


    Hehehehe.


    "Who is he?" Gregory chuckled, seeing their many confused expressions.


    "Uncles... He''s but a simple guard."