The vestige of winter paints the street with damp pathway and chilling dew. In spite of the lethargic winds it brought, people of Fleurein and its surrounding cities gather to see the coming-of-age ceremony of Rosmayne's juveniles. The royal government has prepared warm foods and drinks in field kitchens scattered across the street outside of the Great Pza.

  "Does it taste good, Viena?"

  "*Munch*Munch* Yews, geanny! Yeu wunt sum?"

  "Haha. No, I'm full. Older people like me don't get hungry that much," Eleanor keeps walking while holding Viena's hand.

  "*Gulp* Too bad Lily just gone like that first thing in the morning. After all that talk about her dress, I didn't even get the chance to see it."

  Earlier in the morning, Lisabelle had already left the house when Viena was finished with her bath. An and Gwen were also gone, they couldn't be found in the backyard guest house. At first, Viena was so mad that Lisabelle left her, but then Eleanor expined that as a participant of the Prima Risera, Lisabelle had to arrive much earlier to get ready with the other participants for the procession.

  "The participants were gathered in that building, and when the ceremony starts, they will march out to get into the pza."

  "Will there be a lot of people?"

  "Of course! You have to find Lisabelle amongst at least five hundreds participant."

  "F-Five hundreds? That's going to be a tough work."

  "Heh. Don't worry, little bee. You will see her."

  In seven in the morning, the sound of trumpet roared through the air. The people are flooding into the side of the pza. Luckily, Viena and Eleanor are able to secure the front seat to see the upcoming parade closer than anyone. There, they can see that the pathway is beautified by solemnly lit candles and bundles of snowdrops neatly lined up.

  "If only Papa was here . . . ."

  "Call of duty is one of the bitterness of being an adult, Viena. That's why I think you must enjoy today twice as much for his sake."

  "Yeah! You are right!"

  After five minutes of waiting, the second trumpet go off. The big door of the building that is directly adjacent to the pza opens. Youngsters are marching in ten rows. Each of them is wearing different personal clothing from the others, though some of them are identical. This time, Viena holds back with her questions and immediately looking for Lisabelle.

  "There she is! In the third row!"

  "Oh my, she looked even more charming than her mother," Eleanor holds her cheek, feeling nostalgic.

  Viena yells excitedly. It's as Eleanor had said, Lisabelle is very easy to spot. She wears purple and white robe with Arbon's house insignia embroidered in its back. Her hair is adorned with artificial flowers and two bluish earrings are dangling on her right ears. The word 'graceful' is beneath her as she is undoubtedly the most dashing of all, even outcssing the first row, which makes her look terribly out of pce.

  "LILY! YOU ARE SO PRETTY!"

  Viena's shouting is so loud it startles nearby onlookers and even Lisabelle herself. Then, as Lisabelle is coming closer and closer to Viena, she shows off by gracefully tucks her hair behind her ear as she showoff her multi-yered long dress with beaded front-split. The bright skin of her leg bashfully peeps outward through the small gap of her dress, inviting eyes from all around. Not only that, but every step she takes also calls for attention, thanks to her silver anklets making soft jingling sound as her high heels clicked with the paved tiles.

  "Holy mother! Who is that girl?"

  "I'm gd my wife is sick, otherwise my eyes would be plucked by now."

  "Hey! Way to go purple girl! You are killing it!"

  Eleanor sighed and smiled at the commotion from the people. She is bothered by the suggestive comments from the bystanders, but at the same time, it's an ocur proof of her granddaughter's overwhelming beauty. Even though a lot of them are nobles, they are acting no different than longshoremen.

  "Go! Go! Lily!! You are looking best today!"

  Lisabelle can only hold her jolly as she bashfully and haughtily keeps walking. She only gnced and winked at her little sister to make her know that they noticed each other. Seeing this, Viena cps her hands endlessly until Eleanor had to stop her because the ceremony is beginning.

  Unfortunately, Viena has never been one for dull boring speech. Although the procession involves singing from the nation most prestigious choir, the following oration really gets on her nerves. She told Eleanor to stand by while she runs along the line of guards to see the first row of the parade. She previously saw that the people lining up there were as fashionable as Lisabelle, and she was right.

  Then, she runs back to Eleanor to do what she does best.

  "Granny! Who are the people in the first row? They all look immacute!"

  "Oh? That's a fine word to say. The books you read all day really grows you up, don't they? Well, to put it simple, your pce on the cavalcade signifies the position of your house in the society. The first row is reserved for the most distinguished families. The ten young ds and sses you see might be the sons and daughters of dukes and marquesses."

  "How many duke and marques are there?"

  "Good question. There are seven dukedoms and twelve marquessates in Rosmayne. The most notable are the dukedom of Anthia, Bavelin, Sarbonna, and Tolston. Three of the young ds of the foremost row are the children of Duke of Bavelin."

  "Wow! That's a lot!"

  "A lot? Haha. Rosmayne is nothing compared to Varnaria. The republic has thirty dukedoms and forty marquessates, making them the second rgest realm in Seraina Continent."

  The two have a meaningful conversation to pass time. They talk about how everyone is wearing clothing that bears their house insignia, including Lisabelle. Also, about the meaning of color and why Lisabelle had chosen purple among any other colors. It's at this moment that Viena understands that the purple color Lisabelle uses to dye her clothing was tyrian purple. It's known as the most expensive color to produce, making it a symbol of power and wealth.

  Finally, the speech is done, and the blessing ritual is currently given by the apostolic legate from Holy Theocracy of Helden. Afterwards, the st choir was conducted and marks the end of the ceremony. Then, the festival begins where everyone chats, dance, drink, and eats. Viena and Eleanor are immediately looking for Lisabelle.

  When they found her, Lisabelle was already surrounded by people, mostly men. They all are making a move on her and she handles it very well, until suddenly, some of the girl participants approached her.

  "My, my! I don't know criminals are allowed to be roaming around so freely! What if they killed someone should the mood strikes again?"

  "Truly unbelievable fatherless behavior!"

  "Where are the guards? How can they do nothing seeing such a narcissistic psycho wandering in a broad daylight like they own the pce? This is the worse Prima Risera ever!"

  Listening to the reproach of the young girls, some of the men remove themselves, realized that the girl they were approaching was indeed that infamous secondary school student who assaulted a military officer. Some other are trying to defuse the situation before it become a bigger scene, while the rest is simply watching, intrigued to see what happen next.

  "Gentlemen. Should you look for a joyful experience in the stable, seems there are more thirsty horses to ride than you could ever ask for."

  The insult Lisabelle gave makes the other girls furious. They spouted all kind of slurs and bringing up everything they can about their family background and glory. All while Lisabelle keep listening and hide her smile behind her folding fan. Only after they are all tired of yelling and speaking that the young Arbona replied.

  "Oh dear, I have no idea what kind of wild thing you do during your leisure time, but I pity your mother having to be kissed by that mouth. Now, if you please excuse me."

  As Lisabelle leaves, they girls are so mad they really wanted to tear her apart. Fortunately, the young men were stopping them before it actually escates into something uncontrolble. Some men still wanted to follow Lisabelle, but Eleanor and Viena were already standing beside her.