"Please, Holy Dragon, make a decision for us!"
"Ancestors, what wrong have we done? On what grounds are we being deprived of our surname?"
"I have shed blood for the family, I have been wounded on the battlefield, I have never disgraced the Augustus name, please, Ancestors, rebuke the tyrant..."
Outside the Mage City, in Elisium City, a spectacle unfolded that hadn't been seen in this city for a century since its establishment, with the noble Royals kneeling and crawling, their cries and pleas echoing one after another.
The citizens of the city, officials, students, merchants, craftsmen, scholars, people from all walks of life, different age groups, different social strata, different groups all came to watch, after all, such an opportunity to see so many big figures present themselves in such a disheveled and disgraceful manner is indeed rare.
