Arthur’s arrival at the capital of the Kingdom was anything but quiet. Not that it surprised him in the slightest.For one, he was a goddamn tank. That alone guaranteed a reaction wherever he went. The rumbling of his struggling engine certainly didn’t help. People heard him coming long before he and his convoy reached the city’s outskirts.Secondly, Nadin had warned him that the Whisperers at the Great Gate—mages specializing in long-range communication—had almost certainly reported everything to the capital already. Standard protocol, according to the General Commander.So really, it was no surprise that rumors had spread during the days Arthur traveled through the Kingdom. Not everyone had to believe them, but they were more than enough to spark curiosity.This was the result.Hundreds or maybe even thousands of Narians were there when Arthur and his convoy rolled into the capital’s outskirts. People sat on roofs, on fences, or just stood along the road. It was quite similar to what had happened back at Great Gate, only on a far larger scale.And that was before he passed through the massive gate leading into the walled-off part of the capital.Once he did?Absolute chaos.Arthur could barely hear his own thoughts with all the screaming, cheering, and talking around him. Even Nadia, the life of any party, retreated to her father’s side. He couldn’t blame her. If he weren’t a sixty-ton war machine, he might have done the same.As it was, he had no choice but to continue forward, following the (...)