"Living well is the best reward you can give me," he said, his tone deep yet weighty.
Emily walked by his side, not at all surprised. She'd been through these scenes several times already.
And as Louis's wife, she also received the same respect.
She knew that the Red Tide People's reverence for Louis wasn't built on noble bloodlines or ceremonies,
they didn't worship nobility; they placed their faith in Louis Calvin.
Emily's gaze was gentle as she looked at the old farmers, artisans, hunters, and children.
As she saw the way they looked at Louis, there was no fear, only respect, reliance, and a certain heartfelt sense of security.
"In their hearts, you're no longer a noble but a kind of belief," she murmured softly, though Louis didn't hear her.
Weir almost stood as straight as a rod, as if he was worried about not being worthy of standing beside Louis. His eyes were lit up, yet he couldn't help but grin.
