“Hahaha! Pour the drinks! Let’s drink!”
“Handsome Ricardo! Look this way!”
“To the Baron! Long live the Baron!”
“For Ferdium’s victory!”

Everyone was in high spirits, drinking and shouting, celebrating their hard-fought victory. After the exhaustion of war, nothing soothed the soul like good food and drink.

As Ghislain smiled and watched the revelry, he quietly slipped away from the hall.

‘The joy of victory belongs to those who fought for it…’

But there were those who couldn’t celebrate. The families of the fallen, for example.

Though Ferdium’s losses had been smaller compared to the enemy, people …