A dragon chant broke through the sky, Hudson made a grand entrance above the crowd.
"Old friend, I didn't come too late, did I?"
A simple greeting revealed Hudson's complex emotions at this moment.
Returning to the old place once more, the royal palace was still the same, but the nobles and royal dignitaries standing on the court had changed round after round.
Not to mention those politicians, even the officers who followed him to resist the orc invasion had mostly withered away.
He scanned the crowd but found hardly any familiar faces.
Generals active on the battlefield for many years rarely live long.
More than fifty years had passed since the Battle of Dapes, and the young men of yore were now graying.
Those who survived to today were truly lucky, while many more had turned to dust.
"Haha...
Not late!
Not late!
Hudson, you arrived just in time!
On this auspicious day, now you can serve as a witness!"
It was apparent that George the First had aged.
