To You Who No Longer Want Me (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 93

From the highest bell tower of the Arcan capital, a cheerful chime rang out three times, heralding the founding anniversary of the Marta Empire.

Military bands marched through Arcan Capital Plaza, playing fanfares in succession, while flower petals fluttered through the streets.

In place of the Emperor, whose health had sharply deteriorated recently, Dorothe—hailed as the next Sun—began her opening address for the Founding Day celebration before the Imperial citizens.

Subjects of the Marta Empire gathered there en masse, each eager to receive the radiance of the next Sun.

It stemmed from their resolve—to witness the Sun who prayed for the Empire’s sacred glory and eternal peace with their own eyes.

Viare, watching Dorothe’s flawless speech from afar without a single tremor, traced a soft curve upon her lips.

When she had not yet known Dorothe well, she had rashly assumed her to be merely second-rate; now, she felt truly remorseful—Dorothe shone as a Sun without flaw.

Her administrative abilities far surpassed even Ivan’s, handling state affairs swiftly and steadily, silencing even those officials who had once held no goodwill toward her.

Though Dorothe occasionally teased her whenever she saw Viare together with Dension, Viare took it as proof that Dorothe cared for her.

As soon as the Imperial Princess concluded her speech, the festive mood of Founding Day burst into full bloom like a flame ignited, growing ever more brilliant and vibrant.

Nobles from the provinces, still residing in their townhouses and mansions in the capital during this peak autumn social season, also attended; this year’s Founding Day was grander than ever, as dignitaries from foreign lands had come in person.

On this day alone, street vendors were legally permitted to sell the diverse delicacies usually exclusive to night markets.

Crowds thronged the streets, bustling about to catch the parade—a sight visible only once a year.

Having prior commitments, Viare intended to leave after merely listening to Dorothe’s speech and soon headed toward Chaillo Grand Market Street to take a quieter, less crowded route.

As today was an official Imperial holiday commemorating the nation’s founding, even Chaillo Grand Market could not escape closure.

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