The king’s first duty after finishing the first royal address was to receive the various envoys of foreign countries who had come to congratulate his enthronement. And here he met someone Tigre hadn’t expected to see.
“Long time no see. Then again, I guess it’s been roughly a year at the most.”
The one calling out to Tigre while revealing a friendly smile on his masculine face was Asvarre’s young general Tallard. Tigre blinked his eyes in surprise as he accepted Tallard’s hand with a smile.
“I hadn’t expected you to show up here.”
“Of course, the people back home opposed it, but I pushed my will through. After all, a coronation ceremony isn’t anything that happens that often. Still, it was a fairly decent speech. Let me use it as a reference later on. But, how did you steal Zhcted’s throne? I came here to ask you about the details in regards to this.”
Tallard exchanged a firm handshake with Tigre, and then both spoke about the recent developments.
According to Tallard, Asvarre had begun negotiating a truce with the beginning of winter, and both sides had apparently glared at each other for most of the winter. He reported that it wasn’t yet decided whether the battle would resume within this year.
“I collected some achievements on the battlefield, and I managed to reset the national border. By the end of this year, I’m going to officially become king of Asvarre. Come to my coronation ceremony by all means.”
“Get it done before summer ends. Then I’ll be able to attend.”
In case of a visit to Asvarre, the most carefree way of travel would be by ship. The sea would become stormy once winter started to spread its influence, making it impossible to sail out.
Like this it allowed Tigre to wrap up the reception of Tallard on a good note for both, but seeing the person who had come to greet him next, Tigre’s face cramped up.
“It’s our first time to meet outside the battlefield, isn’t it, King of Zhcted Tigre? My name is Kureys Shahim Balamir.”
Known for his alias 『Red Beard』, Kureys had planted himself in front of Tigre, clad in a pure-white, loose garb as it was characteristic for Muozinel. His body exuded an intimidating air, being one size bigger than Tigre’s. Next to him, an unsocial man was looking at Tigre. He wore a silken garment woven with golden threads. His age appeared to be in the mid-forties.
“Nice to meet you. I am August, King of Sachstein. Allow me to thank you once more for kindly inviting me to this day of your glory.”
If Regin hadn’t come to his rescue in the middle of it, Tigre might have quickly exposed a disgraceful behavior.
And then, the youth had to deal with many more great men from various countries.
After he managed to safely end the coronation ceremony, Tigre called together the women dear to him, and bowed while telling them, “Once again, please take care of me. Now then, let us set off.”
The women, who were about to walk this path together with him while supporting their king, all nodded.
This spelled the beginning of the King of Magic Archery’s reign.
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