[Maplestone City]
[Day of the Inauguration of the Meeting of Free People]
Large patches of pale yellow clouds drifted quietly high in the sky.
A gentle breeze stirred the clouds, trailing behind them a long tail.
This tail extended downward like undulating waves, casting the surface of the Anya River into a pale red jade disc.
The early morning Maplestone City was shrouded in a veil of stillness.
Until the sun rose, shining on the roof of the Great Cathedral, illuminating the golden dawn.
Suddenly, the church bell tolled, spreading invisible ripples through the alleys and main streets in all directions.
"It's time." Gerard, who had been waiting in the foyer for a long time, struggled to rise, supporting his knees: "Let's go."
Pierre wanted to help his father up but was firmly refused. So Pierre bent down to hand his father the old cap.
"Alright then." Pierre said with a smile: "Let's go."
