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The imperial people cheered as they witnessed the Crown Prince's black armor at the vanguard of the triumphal procession.

"A great and skillful appearance is a hero's stature!"

"Because no one can break through the enemy and cut the enemy's head like he can!"

The people lavished praise on the Crown Prince.

That is because his achievements were comparable to their national hero, Duke Floyen.

The prince's triumphal procession, which drew cheers wherever he went, finally arrived at the palace.

The Emperor stared at his son entering the office with a wary look.

His son's expression could not be seen, perhaps because his face was covered by the helmet.

'Because he drew such attention, now the nobles will clamor more.'

The Emperor was looking for a way to deal with his son, thinking that maybe his son might take the momentum and drag himself down as well.

'Even if that guy ends up running wild, I still have the Duke of Floyen..'

As he stared at his son with a sullen look, he hadn't realized how close he had gotten.

The black armor that had now become a symbol of victory only looked ominous in the Emperor's eyes.

The Emperor, suppressing his fears, greeted the Crown Prince with a rousing welcome.

"Welcome, Crown Prince. Thank you for protecting the South."

At the Emperor's welcoming speech, Prince Maximilian bowed his head.

"It's all thanks to the Emperor's arrangement."

The face of the Emperor, which was anxious about his son's behaviour, slowly relaxed.

"Would you rather not see your father?"

The Crown Prince replied with a high regard for coexistence.

"Unfortunately, It has been a long journey, which is not something the Emperor would like to see. I'd appreciate it if you'd kindly understand." [1]

"Well, then I can't help it."

It was a polite tone, but the Emperor's expression changed again at his son's rejection.

The Crown Prince slowly raised his head towards the Emperor.

"Thank you again for your approval of the victory banquet."

The Emperor's face brightened again.

"Yes, now you have to prepare for the banquet. Only about fifteen days are left, so you'll have a lot to do."

"Yes, I do."

"I have told Count Loas to be well prepared, so you don't have to worry."

At that, the Prince hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth.

"I want to change the person in charge, would it be okay?"

At the words of his son, the Emperor nodded cheerfully.

"Yes, I see you have someone in mind. Fine, say it."

The Crown Prince, with the Emperor's permission, was in a state of limbo.

"It bothers me that the victory banquet is close to my sister's Coming-of-Age Ceremony."

The Emperor replied with a nonchalant answer at the mention of his daughter.