Following that, as if a fierce wind had swept over a field of wheat, the crowd on the hillside raised their hands in unison.
It wasn't a plea for food, but a soul-burning roar: "Lord Louis!!!"
This shout was sharper than the long whistle of the steam before, instantly tearing Retto's eardrums.
"Guardian of Winter!!"
"Great Calvin!!"
The sound wave burst like a tsunami.
Retto was terrified to see House, the humble craftsman beside him, clutching the railing fervently.
In House's eyes was a nearly insane pride, the look of a believer showing off the true God to a heretic: "Sir! Did you see that clearly! That's our Lord! That's the great Lord Louis!!"
Retto was driven back repeatedly by the wave of fervor.
Amid the deafening cheers, Louis did not show a proud expression.
He simply stood amidst the flying steam and cheers, looking at those fervent faces.
Then the young lord made a gesture.
