"Wait... isn't the coronation ceremony the day after tomorrow? Please let me meet General Giulion... did you get the time wrong?"
Inside the solemn West Sail Port Court, about a hundred people were sparsely standing.
Looking at the guests hastily assembled to fill the jury, Akbar initially wore a bewildered expression, then turned to the Vellante people standing nearby to voice his dissatisfaction.
According to the original plan, he would be crowned in the presence of his father's old ministers, becoming the undisputed new emperor of Poluo Province.
But now, those witnessing this moment were merely a few counts and viscounts.
Not only that, some in the jury weren't even nobles; they gazed at him with faces full of excitement, clearly displaying their inexperience in the world.
Those guys were clearly peasants.
How could such an important event allow these folks to join in the revelry?
What kind of situation is this!
