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The little girl nodded without fully understanding.

Someone in the crowd said: "He is Prince Brooklyn."

With a rustling sound, everyone knelt down on the ground: "Honor to the Prince." Respect and reverence were etched on each face.

Only the firstborn son of the king once stood to inherit the nation, but the Holy Master rejected this old thought, supporting instead Prince Brooklyn, a bastard born of low origin.

Facts proved that, compared to the foolishly arrogant Prince Jonathan, Prince Brooklyn displayed more of a sovereign's demeanor.

They trusted the Holy Master's choice, and now after seeing Prince Brooklyn with their own eyes, they were more convinced that this choice was incredibly wise and correct.

"Please, get up." Prince Brooklyn personally helped an elderly man who was kneeling in the front rows to his feet.

"Prince, you are wise and brave; we all believe in you."