The day of the White Flower festival finally came, everyone from across South Neva and from the other continents came to celebrate it. They wanted to show how happy they were for defeating the demons and to grief with the families who lost their loved ones.
Rasmus walked out of the carriage with Carrion and Aris, guarded by dozens of knights because the people wanted to shake his hands. Rasmus didn't bother to look at those who were screaming his name and title. He didn't even glance at those who were hysterically crying out of gratitude.
"The others are waiting," Carrion looked at the hundreds of people around him. "Should we wait for Her Holiness?" He asked as he fixed his attire.
"We will wait for Lady Astrea. The others can wait," Rasmus answered as he stood still, resting his hands on his cane.
