As long as Roland is here, she's not afraid of anything.
Even if the sky falls and the earth shatters, the stars dim, and divine wrath descends, she is fearless.
Roland raises the scepter, his clear voice echoing above the square.
"Cheer for Her Majesty the Empress, cheer for victory, cheer for the invincible warriors!"
Once again, cheers rise, even more fervently this time.
Among the crowd, those responsible for maintaining order lead the prepared slogans, and under the influence of conformity, others follow suit with inspiring slogans.
Sif lightly leaps towards Roland, taking the scepter he held up and raises it high.
As the scepter is raised, the atmosphere reaches a climax.
With a "pop," champagne corks pop from the bottles, the glasses filled with fine wine hold not only the joy of victory but also the aura of the Empire as the world's number one power.
It's good, everyone's back.
Standing behind Roland, Wald suddenly feels a slight darkness before his eyes.
