Grid’s ceremonial clothing was very gorgeous. The new silver crown made ahead of the merger ceremony was different. It was very mysterious and beautiful, shining like it was moonlight. It was in harmony even with the maidens of the forest who appeared in the human world on a rare occasion. The eyes of those mesmerized by the beauty of the elves naturally turned to Grid. 

Just as they thought that the gold robe that didn’t seem to touch the ground was moving slowly, Grid had already reached the throne. 

“Your Majesty.” Lauel politely bowed his head. He held a large glass of wine carefully in both hands, like he was worried about it spilling. 

Grid lightly grabbed the glass. His wide sleeves fluttered slightly, but the glass didn’t shake. There wasn’t even the slightest ripple in the transparent liquor filling the glass. It was a spectacle that spread on thousands of cameras. The eyes of the viewers became wide. They looked at Grid, who showed majesty even in his small actions, and recalled the gap between themselves and Grid. 

Certainly, Grid was a figure of another world. The moment he held the glass, the noble empress came over and knelt down. 

“Your subject, Basara—I pledge to give my body, heart, and soul to the new emperor. My immortal loyalty will support Your Majesty and Your Majesty’s descendants....