The imperial capital was abuzz with excitement over the consecutive triumphal ceremonies.
It had only been a short while since the triumphal ceremonies for Prince Logan and Prince Morres, who had distinguished themselves in the Sigmund territory, took place.
The fact that such grand celebrations were happening one after another was surely a sign that the Main God was watching over and protecting Delcross!
“There he comes!”
“Waaah!”
“The undefeated hero who guards the Southern Front!”
As Prince Owen appeared amidst the cheers, the citizens of the imperial capital felt a momentary light shock.
Unlike the members of the imperial family they had seen before, he exuded an extremely unfamiliar and exotic aura.
“Is that… His Highness Owen?”
Despite being only 17 years old, he had the appearance of a fully grown warrior.
He was dressed in shabby yet comfortable light armor, with long hair flowing freely.
Moreover, his unkempt hair was adorned here and there with feather decorations that only barbarians would use!
To the citizens of Delcross, who considered it a virtue to keep their hair short like the clergy, his appearance was undoubtedly very unfamiliar.
This was due to the absence of his escort knight, Alicia. If she had accompanied Owen, she would have removed all those distracting cormorant feathers and nagged him incessantly to look more presentable.
“He’s… impressive!”
Perhaps it was because of Owen’s confident demeanor and self-assured expression, but the citizens of the imperial…