The nobles have signed.
In just one minute, the last vestige of influence of the southern borders' aristocratic system on this land has vanished.
Gawain sat solemnly at the head of the long table, while the thirty-one surviving leaders of the southern borders sat along its sides. The heirs to noble and ancient surnames bowed their heads here, silently signing their names on the documents in front of them, and in the corner of the hall, an elderly man in a scholar's robe was directing his apprentices to turn a somewhat bulky ancient magical device towards the long table.
It was actually a Magic Web Communicator, although it was so bulky that a young and strong man was required to lift it, it already represented Cecil's most advanced technology.
As the crystal of the Magic Web Communicator reflected the scene beside the long table, Godwin Orlando decisively pressed a button on the device.
