April 6th, afternoon.
Narcissus Duchy, Protagoras Territory, Barcelona Port.
Aiwass, draped in the opulent black-red Papal robes, descended slowly from the Elf warship, the Coronet Scepter in hand.
His golden hair had grown back to shoulder-length, and his emerald-green eyes gleamed luminously like gemstones. The chest of his Papal robe displayed a large emerald jewel. The robe itself was primarily black, accented with deep red and bright gold thorn-like decorations.
As for the Coronet Scepter in Aiwass's hand… it was originally more of a visually "cool-looking" ornamental staff without substantial power. Yet now, paired with Aiwass's black-red robe, it seemed fitting—at least, the visual style was in perfect harmony.
The moment Aiwass stepped off the ship, people immediately recognized him as someone of great significance.
—The warship behind him served as undeniable proof of that.
"So, this is the Narcissus Duchy…"
