Chapter 130

“Your Majesty, Your Grace, I have something to say,” Bruce said as he bowed slightly.

A month had already passed and It was already the day before the festival. The day had been tense with preparations for the festival and several efforts to make sure everything was set in place.

“Go on, Bruce,” Dario sitting regally on his throne replied.

“Your Majesty, something’s not right.” Bruce began, frustration evident in his tone. “The preparations are a mess. We’re suddenly experiencing conflicting directives and too many issues coming up. And tomorrow is the festival!”

Bruce rubbed his forehead in an attempt to relieve the throbbing pain that lingered there.

The announcement of the festival had spread like wildfire across the empire, filling the air with a contagious excitement. And the people of the empire had waited in anxious anticipation for this day to come.

But, things didn’t seem to be going right at the moment.

Banners of vibrant colors already draped across the streets, perfor