The Royal Celebration, an annual event to showcase the unity of the World Nobles, is well underway. Shamrock, dressed in fine clothing instead of his usual armor, surveys the crowd in the courtyard and banquet hall. As he moves through the gathering, he exchanges pleasantries with the other Celestial Dragons and acknowledges his fellow God's Knights, maintaining a polite and respectful demeanor, though he keeps each conversation brief.

Garling had sent him to represent their family tonight, his father occupied elsewhere, but he'd also tasked Shamrock with overseeing the event, ensuring that nothing threatened the nobles, the celebration, or the World Government.

'Not that there's ever much trouble at these events,' he muses, his gaze sweeping over the guests. Finery is abundant, both on the people and in the decorations, and the gathering is filled with familiar displays of wealth and status. The servants, composed mostly of humans, fishmen, and a small giant, move among the guests, attending to their needs and keeping the celebration running smoothly.

Among those in attendance are several of the God's Knights, though not all are familiar faces. The organization has its own hierarchy and traditions, and a new member is expected to learn their place within it. Shamrock has little patience for incompetence, but he understands that experience must come with time. Whether the newest addition will prove worthy of their position remains to be seen.

He briefly exchanges glances with a few of the Knights before returning his attention to the gathering. Everything appears to be in order, and for the moment, there is little to demand his attention.

The Royal Celebration, an annual event to showcase the unity of the World Nobles, is well underway. Shamrock, dressed in fine clothing instead of his usual armor, surveys the crowd in the courtyard and banquet hall. As he moves through the gathering, he exchanges pleasantries with the Celestial Dragons, maintaining a polite and respectful demeanor, though he keeps each conversation brief.

Garling had sent him to represent their family tonight, his father occupied elsewhere, but he'd also tasked Shamrock with overseeing the event, ensuring that nothing threatened the nobles, the celebration, or the World Government.

'Not that there's ever much trouble at these events,' he muses, his gaze sweeping over the guests. Finery is abundant, both on the people and in the decorations, while the servants move between the guests with practiced efficiency. The celebration proceeds as expected, with the nobles enjoying themselves and the World Government's personnel ensuring that everything remains in order.

The God's Knights are not the only ones responsible for maintaining security. CP0 agents are also present, some operating openly while others keep a more discreet watch over the gathering. Their duties extend beyond the ordinary protection of the event; the Celestial Dragons themselves are individuals whose conduct and activities can have consequences for the World Government, and even a celebration such as this is not entirely free of matters requiring attention.

Shamrock is well aware of the agents' presence, though he pays them little mind so long as they fulfill their duties. Their methods differ from those of the God's Knights, but both serve the World Government, and neither is expected to allow a threat to go unchecked.

He briefly meets the eyes of a few other Knights in attendance before continuing his survey of the gathering. Everything appears to be in order, though there are always matters occurring beneath the surface of even the most orderly celebrations.

The Royal Celebration, an annual event to showcase the unity of the World Nobles, is well underway. Shamrock, dressed in fine clothing instead of his usual armor, surveys the crowd in the courtyard and banquet hall. As he moves through the gathering, he exchanges pleasantries with the Celestial Dragons, maintaining a polite and respectful demeanor, though he keeps each conversation brief.

Garling had sent him to represent their family tonight, his father occupied elsewhere, but he'd also tasked Shamrock with overseeing the event, ensuring that nothing threatened the nobles, the celebration, or the World Government.

'Not that there's ever much trouble at these events,' he muses, his gaze sweeping over the guests. Finery is abundant, both on the people and in the decorations, and the celebration proceeds with all the extravagance expected of the world's highest authorities. The servants move among the guests, while the God's Knights and other personnel keep watch over the gathering.

The attendance is largely as expected, composed of Celestial Dragons, their invited guests, and those whose duties bring them to the Holy Land. One presence, however, is less typical of such gatherings: a Marine has been specially invited to attend the celebration.

The Marines serve the World Government, but their duties rarely place them among the Celestial Dragons in a social capacity. Whatever the reason for the invitation, their presence is unusual enough to distinguish them from the other guests. Whether it is a matter of recognition, official business, or some other purpose is not Shamrock's concern unless it begins to affect the event.

He briefly meets the eyes of a few other Knights in attendance before returning his attention to the crowd. Everything appears to be in order, and for the moment, there is little to demand his attention.