The first day of July.
The Lord's Square was crowded with people.
One by one, the townsmen stood in neat and orderly queues.
Their bodies stood straight, their faces full of spirit, their eyes passing through the masses in the square, gazing at the Lord on the platform from afar.
Even though the sky had just begun to brighten.
Even though their Lord had not yet spoken a word.
But in this land without oppression, where information was nearly transparent.
Whether for the Lord on the platform or for these townsmen.
Today was an important day.
On the one-meter-high platform.
Lynn stood at the center, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the townsmen.
Seeing the flickering eyes of the townsmen, Lynn smiled softly.
Without any unnecessary words, he spoke directly.
"Gentlemen, I am your Lord—Lynn."
Listening to the Lord utter the name, both strange and familiar.
The eyes of the gathered townsmen, already bright, began to flicker.
