"...Who, exactly, will be placing the crown upon His Excellency's head?"
"..."
The question was simple, yet it landed on the balcony like an explosive. Silence fell over everyone—especially Caesar! Conversations halted, and even those who had been standing casually straightened their postures, suddenly more aware of the weight of the moment.
"...What?" Emily glanced around, bewildered by the lack of response. "You haven't decided yet? Or do you expect His Excellency to place the crown on his own head? Seriously?! Can you people not plan anything without me?!"
"It's not that big of a deal, is it?" Caesar sighed, pressing his fingers against his forehead. His temples throbbed slightly—not because the question itself was particularly difficult, but because he knew it would turn into an unnecessary debate. "Who usually performs the coronation in cases like this?"
