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"We've won! We actually won!"
"Selwyn's been defeated? That's amazing! Damn bastards started this war and tanked my business all year. The royals bought a whole batch of my goods for next to nothing—but hey, at least it's over now."
"Tch, I kinda wish it lasted longer. The war sent my alchemical tonics flying off the shelves. Sure, the prices were low, but the sheer volume made it a great deal. Now that it's over, who knows when I'll make another sale like that."
"I'm more curious about what happens now that Selwyn's lost. Will they be annexed into our kingdom? I doubt it. The Church of Light and the other kingdoms would never allow it. Maybe they'll have to pay tribute annually? Either way, we'll surely gain something."
"Eh, whatever. It's a festival day. All the royal and newly-elected noble businesses are selling their goods at half price. I'd rather think about what I'm going to buy today."
"Yeah!"
In the heart of Aleisterre's capital, within the grand plaza known as the Kingdom's Eye, the air was thick with celebration. Citizens flowed through the square in droves, their conversations abuzz with news of Selwyn's defeat in the long and grueling war.
The fall of Selwyn's capital and the crumbling of its defenses under the assault of Aleisterre's armies had been relayed to the royal family via long-range transmission devices.
From there, the news spread like wildfire through every echelon of the capital. Though opinions about the war had varied, the citizens were universally happy that it had ended.
A celebration had already been scheduled to coincide with the reelection of seats in the Elder Council. As the tidings of victory arrived, the festivities were officially set in motion. The largest plaza in the capital had long since been prepared with stages and seating.
Though the inner seats—reserved for families newly inducted into the Elder Council—were not open to the general public, the outer perimeter was lined with stalls offering free food and drink. Festive performances added to the allure, drawing in citizens eager to lose themselves in the joy of triumph and merrymaking.
Bursts of colored streamers exploded overhead, showering the crowd below in a rain of vivid ribbons. Given the vibrant throngs of people, the scene radiated all the mirth and warmth of a true celebration.
Only the families who had won seats on the Elder Council had been formally invited. Those who had failed to secure a position had wisely chosen not to show their faces.
The common folk, however, cared little for these political undercurrents. They reveled openly in the celebration, grateful for the rare chance to bask in both victory and festivity.
Among the long banquet tables prepared for the nobility, lords and ladies dressed in ornate finery raised their goblets and traded plans for the days to come with buoyant confidence.
Many among them hadn't expected to win a seat at all. To be invited to a formal celebration of this scale—something even past elections had lacked—was a clear sign that...
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