It's no exaggeration to say that on the day Byron was born, the entire Kingdom of Hightins was shouting his name.
The power of feudal monarchy had surpassed the imaginative limits of many ordinary people.
Even counting the whole world, there seemed to be few people who had more presence at the age of zero.
"No, you, you are not Byron Tudor!"
The Third Order Law Mage, who also witnessed this scene, was naturally of noble birth to hold such an Extraordinary Profession.
Combining the limited information, he gradually realized something, his eyes involuntarily widening bit by bit.
He stared intently at Byron, hoping to confirm that he had actually misseen.
The minute hand moved from twelve to one, passing one mark, and then it embarked on the next milestone.
The [Social Clock]'s societal expectations vary for different ethnic groups, cultures, nations, and genders.
