In the sky above North Mansfield Mountain, a dark crowd loomed.
So many people gathered together, naturally noisy and clamorous, as if the entire sky was filled with the buzzing of wings flapping.
The enthusiasm of the people from the Capital City, and even those from the surrounding areas, for this battle was evident.
"It's His Highness, King Honorston!"
Suddenly, someone shouted out.
Immediately, the noisy scene quieted down in an instant. All eyes followed the gaze of the person who called out, focusing on the distance.
In the distance, a large group of people was approaching majestically.
Leading them was a middle-aged man standing on the back of a large golden bird, holding a feather fan and wearing a silk scarf, looking refined and scholarly, quite the image of a middle-aged literati.
However, many present recognized this person.
This was none other than the Second Prince of the Fletcher Kingdom's Imperial Family, King Honorston!
