First Year of the Holy Calendar, the bitter month of winter, the thirty-first day. Royal Capital of Escarnia, Outer City District.
"In another three hours, the time for the inaugural ceremony, as decreed by the King, will arrive, right?"
"Yes, from today onward, the city beneath our feet will cast off the old name bestowed by the Despicable King Vortigern and will be crowned with a brand-new name—Sacred City 'Camelot'."
"I heard from my uncle, who serves as a reserve knight in the Knights of the Round Table, that the King, oh no, I should refer to him as His Majesty now."
"It is said that His Majesty will name this fresh new nation 'Fresta Empire'..."
The streets were filled with the chatter of the people, tinged with joy and excitement.
