The next day, September 28th.
Lear slept in until the sun was high in the sky and got up feeling refreshed.
This time, he finally got enough sleep.
The exhaustion from days of intense battles was swept away by the rest.
After a simple wash, he stepped out of City Hall, full of energy.
Just as he was about to inspect the territory, he suddenly noticed the blacksmith shop was particularly bustling, surrounded by a large crowd of residents.
Recalling what Bain said yesterday, his curiosity was piqued, and he strode forward.
Seeing Lear, the surrounding residents immediately made way, constantly placing a hand on their chest in greeting.
"Good day, Lord."
"Greetings to you, my lord..."
"..."
They were exceedingly respectful, with no hint of reluctance. Instead, those who were close enough to receive a nod from Lear felt greatly honored.
This was the sole Sovereign of Weilu City and their protector.
No degree of respect would be too much.
