The silence was loud in the plaza.
The Goddess's eyes twitched; I wondered if she felt annoyed that I embraced my druid side more than my human side. The church members, who I expected would be screaming loudly, were only parted their lips in silence. So did the templars.
I guess, they didn't really think that I would claim my right to the throne.
Well, neither did I. Before this whole Old Covenant idea, I didn't think I would ever exercise my right as the last heir to the throne of the Druid Kingdom. Especially because the kingdom was no more.
It was the same with Natha. For all I knew, he never meant to be the King's Candidate, since he didn't want to leave me and our little family behind. In the first place, he only took the mantle of Lordship to give me a comfortable life and ample protection.
But, well...sometimes you have to make a sacrifice for the world.