Ashen Dragon-Chapter 532 - 5 Festivals
Chapter 532: Chapter 5 Festivals
Chapter 532 -5 Festivals
Jose Saracha, the head of the Pearson Commerce Guild, came from the Thrace Kingdom and hurriedly left after purchasing a batch of armaments worth fifty thousand Ginnar.
However, this was just a trivial matter for the bustling City of Isdalia, where tens of thousands of people came and went each day, hardly causing any ripples.
At most, Ruvain’s share increased a bit, and the Klaubow Armament Group received more orders.
For the local residents, the more important event was the approaching festival, the most significant day in the entire Ashen empire — Coronation Day.
On March 1st, 1786 of the Third Era, at noon, Cassius crowned himself at the altar, announcing the establishment of the Empire to the world.
Over the years, with vigorous official propaganda, the Empire had established a series of festival customs that the citizens highly valued.
Every March 1st, people would gather at Emperor’s Square, surrounding the majestic Red Dragon Statue, collectively chanting the “Cassius’s Hymn.”
Additionally, people often exchanged gifts, held feasts, and drank liberally in taverns, shouting praises like “Long live His Majesty!” and “Thank His Majesty!”
The costly “”Dragon’s Gift”” was freely supplied during this time, paid for by the Empire.
Moreover, on this day, all factories and offices were closed, allowing people to fully enjoy this time of revelry and showcase their loyalty to His Majesty.
“All people worship together, the great Red Dragon in heaven!”
“How can we repay such kindness?”
The melodious singing echoed in the square, more passionate than during rehearsals the previous day, and everyone’s face was filled with fervor.
“Long live the Empire!”
“Long live His Majesty Cassius!”
“For the celebration of Coronation Day, everything is 40% off!”
People from all walks of life gathered here, sitting on chairs beside taverns, raising their cups and even barrels of alcohol, drinking merrily together.
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“Maintain order!”
“The Ogre over there! Put down the Half-Goat person!”
However, the Tieflings of the security team continued to maintain order, patrolling with spears to prevent those large, drunken individuals from revealing their true nature and causing trouble.
Humans, Orcs, Tieflings, Great Goblins, Lizardfolk, Ogres, Half-Goat people, Bipedal Wyverns…
Regardless of race, status, or rank, as long as they were citizens of the Empire, they enjoyed this rare day of celebration, releasing the pressures of work.
But there were some exceptions — such as the Empire’s enemies.
A “human” clad in a gray robe silently watched the celebrating crowd from a corner, an endless resentment showing in his eyes.
His previous name was Asher Carly, a northern noble with a noble bloodline that had been passed down for hundreds of years, living a privileged life.
However, the arrival of the Red Dragon shattered all that. His family lost their heads in the “great Judgment,” and he awaited death in a cell.
It was then that Asher’s intense hatred caught the eye of the “Vengeful Demon,” and the Abyss opened a grotesque and terrifying door for him.
Years later, he returned to the North, and beneath that human skin was the grotesque, deformed body of a demon.
“These damn humans…”
“They’ve forgotten the ancestors’ blessings so quickly and pledged loyalty to the evil dragons. They should be torn to pieces.”
Asher gritted his teeth and said, willing to transform into a demon to fight against the evil dragons.
But these despicable northern people had abandoned their faith in just a few years and pledged allegiance to that evil dragon!
This was utterly unforgivable!
Asher’s mission was to incite hatred against the Red Dragon, disrupt the Empire’s social order, and gather more nutrients for the growth of demons.
Yet, among the tens of thousands of people in the square, not a single one showed the red glow representing hatred.
Most even displayed a golden glow of loyalty and faith, blinding Asher’s eyes.
He let out a hoarse exclamation from his throat, “This is impossible!”
This was simply unbelievable!
They were living under the brutal rule of the evil dragon; how could they feel no hatred?
Even during the ruling of the Northern Kingdom, there were still many foolish rebels attempting to revolt.
How could the people lack hatred under the rule of the evil dragon?
This simply defied all logic!
Asher lowered his head, muttering to himself, “These despicable humans! How can I complete the task Lord Jezarslak has assigned this way?”
“The flame is His Majesty’s robe, the sky is His Majesty’s mantle, dark storms align with His Majesty’s path…”
“How can we forget such kindness?”
The melodious hymn drifted from afar, making Asher increasingly agitated.
“Damn it…”
If he weren’t in imperial territory, he might have shown his demon form and crushed those singing humans into pulp on the spot.
“No, I mustn’t rush. There are hundreds of thousands of people in this city; there will surely be someone who hates the evil dragon…”
“If I find one, it might lead to a group that hates the evil dragon.”
With this thought, he decided to wander around the square and try his luck.
Asher roamed the square, moving between taverns, controlling his human guise to display an “exuberant” expression.
Amid the vast golden sea of loyalty, he finally spotted a white figure in a tavern corner — a human.
White, representing neither hatred nor support.
But in the vast golden light, this was already precious. To Asher, this human was at least worth trying to win over.
“It seems the evil dragon hasn’t bewitched everyone; there are still some wise humans.”
With this thought, Asher approached and said:
“Friend, are you feeling down?
This is a nationwide celebration; why are you so disheartened?”
The man was startled, straightened up, and said trembling, “Long live His Majesty Cassius! I’m just troubled by some issues, not dissatisfaction with His Majesty.
Are you… from Nocturne?”
It seemed like there was hope!
Asher’s eyes lit up immediately, smiling as he replied, “Of course not. Relax, I’m just a stranger.”
The man finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, Asher continued to ask, “Friend, what’s your name? What’s troubling you?”
The man, looking dejected, raised his cup, tilted his head back, and drained the drink in one gulp.
The liquid dribbled down from his lips, soaking his clothes. He nonchalantly wiped his mouth with his hand before saying, “I… I’m Raj, a worker at Factory Thirteen.”
