That’s quite the crowd, Arthur thought as he rode through the massive Great Gate that led into the Alinos Kingdom.Narians watched him from everywhere, be it from the walls of the gate, the rooftops of nearby buildings, or just from the sides of the path he was using. Hushed murmurs and excited shouts followed in his wake, and he was, unsurprisingly, the center of attention.By now, he had lost count of the titles the Narians had given him. A few, however, came up more often than others.Father’s Chosen. Hell’s Nightmare. Spirit of Death. The Great One.Truth be told, he was just glad no one had called him an angel yet. Though that might be because the Narians had no concept of angels in the first place. Nothing Nadia had told him suggested such creatures existed in their culture. Then again, spirits seemed just as important to those people.Let’s just get out of here, please.The stares. The shouting. It was honestly a little bit too much for him. For once, he was glad that, as a tank, he couldn’t really show any emotions. He could simply ride forward and act like nothing was bothering him. Not that it really helped with the attention, but still.Introvert’s nightmare. Arthur chuckled to himself, trying to filter out all the call-outs from the crowd. At least someone is enjoying this.Nadia, perched proudly atop his turret, had no issue with the attention. She just kept waving at everyone, (...)