"What a pity!"
Watching Tidel putting on the Monarch Crown, Noah sighed with a bit of regret.
The crown was designed under his lead, with significant participation influenced by the Flat Heaven Crown in his memory. The attire referred to the Twelve Emblems, with certain modifications based on the world's customs.
However, unlike all previous monarchs, especially that somewhat laughable ring, Noah never quite liked it, as the crown that looked like a ring showed no kingly dignity.
"Pity about what?"
Seeing Noah, who seemed sorrowful, on the Holy Dragon's tail and swinging her slender legs, the young girl curiously inquired.
"Tidel originally wanted me to crown him, but I refused."
"Why refuse?"
Gwen asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Because if I agreed and crowned Tidel at this ceremony, then every king succeeding Tidel would seek me for their coronation, and I would become the legitimate symbol of the Atlas throne!"
Noah explained his reasons.
"Isn't that a good thing?"
