In the massive plaza, waves of cheers rose and fell as enthusiastic supporters shouted themselves hoarse.
"Young Master Quincy! Young Master Quincy! Young Master Quincy!"
"If Young Master Quincy wins, Aridia wins!"
"Young Master Quincy, we support you!"
"Go, Young Master Quincy..."
If Ethan Kingsley was a dissolute prodigal, then Adrian Quincy was the very image of a righteous National Guardian Elder. His every move exuded an awe-inspiring righteousness, as if he were a god descended to earth to guard this peaceful land.
Especially with that flawlessly handsome face, those refined features, chiseled brows, and star-bright eyes. His gaze was as sharp and resolute as a hawk's, casting a brilliant light wherever it fell.
As expected of a man from Quincy Manor, his very bearing was a testament to his righteous stance. Even his words were impeccably concise—
