"My goodness, look! That's an absolutely gorgeous float! Look at the lines of these roses, so elegant, and their colors so beautiful—"

"My goodness! These are such beautiful flowers, they're sure to win the crown of the carnival's flower queen this year!"

"What a captivating scent, what fragrant flowers!"

—It was a giant flower-decorated carriage, pulled by eight white wildebeest, each four meters tall. The snow-white wildebeests swayed their hooves and slowly made their way along the road covered with chrysanthemums. The carriage was pulled by orcs, dwarves, and even two elves with pointed ears, who were smiling and waving to the people on the street.

What's most special is that this exquisite float is covered with countless branches that look like rose vines, with black branches extending upwards and large, blood-red roses blooming on the float. Grand Duke Orlock, dressed in a white suit, stands on top of the float, his body also covered with a layer of blood-red roses.

"Oroks!"

Sivian raised his hand high, his smile utterly sincere:

"This is my gift to you, the Crimson Rose. It comes from the Elven race and is cultivated with an incomparably precious formula. It takes root in the earth, and its branches flow with nectar that never dries up, nourishing the entire Orok Island like a mother's breast—Long live Orok!!"

He cut off a black rose branch, and a rich fragrance filled the crowd. The intense rose scent wafted through the air, spreading in layers of pink mist, languid and alluring.

The Oroq girls looked up, their expressions rapt and their eyes glazed over: "It smells so good—"

The elderly men of Orlock felt an unprecedented surge of energy; they seemed to have rediscovered the vitality of their youth.

"I could sleep forever in such a wonderful fragrance!"

"Oh my god, it feels like I'm completely immersed in the scent of roses! I feel so full of energy!"

Even young Orlock children couldn't resist the temptation, picking up the leaves and drinking the blood-red rose juice, their expressions gradually becoming fanatical.

From this street onward, everyone seemed to fall into a sudden frenzy. Those who drank the Crimson Rose Drink, whether Orokians, humans, dwarves, or elves, were all imbued with the rich fragrance of roses that lingered for a long time.

"Long live Oroq!! Long live Grand Duke Oroq!"

"Long live Oroq!"

"Long live the Oroq people! Long live the Crimson Rose!"

"Long live Oroq!!"