Gawain has returned.
The giant wings of the blue dragon shrouded the sky, as the massive creature flew from the north, without any disguise, directly heading towards the Cecil Imperial Capital. Everyone living in the area witnessed the spectacle of the dragon descending to the earth—at other times or in different places, such sights would undoubtedly send shivers down the spine of the common person, and bards and scholars might even associate it with regional disasters. However, when the people of Cecil saw the dragon, most felt nothing but joy and excitement—even the oppressive atmosphere brought about by the sudden outbreak of war was dispelled.
Because many days ago, their King had ridden such a dragon to leave.
Gawain stood behind Melita Ponia's shoulder blade, overlooking the familiar cityscape quickly approaching in his vision. As the dragon glided over the White River, he couldn't help but sigh softly, "Cecil, your emperor has returned..."
