For a moment, Luca was stuck with the problem at hand but eventually realized that the people were waiting for him.
However, the skittish little animal didn't know how to properly react.
As what was one supposed to do when faced with such a situation?
The sheer magnitude of the welcome left him utterly bewildered.
And the crowd's expectant yet adoring gazes, coupled with the resounding chorus of their voices overwhelmed him just as much as the lingering evidence of the fireworks display affected his heart.
And that face.
His face.
Still haunted him as everywhere his eyes could dart at, there was likely an image or statue of him.
He felt the heat crawling up his neck as he looked over at the sea of bowed heads.
The people of the Duchy waited with bated breath, their expectations unseen, but their reverence was practically tangible.
But what was he supposed to do?
He never learned any sort of protocol,l as he thought they were just visiting!
