The night after Malaya's visit to the Marina Household. The dark sky was shrouded in thick clouds, threatening the lands with heavy rain. But in one large household in the city of Orealles, even if the weather looked bleak, the people continued to feast. A celebration of their triumph.
"Hahaha!" The duke's loud laugh rang out throughout his mansion. The slave insurgency finally came to an end. And he had no idea the eight tribes would come to his aid. Despite the fact that they were not present to partake in his feast. 'But who cares, in the end, I have the last win. It's just a shame I won't be the one to punish that wench now that she's in the hands of the eight tribes.'
To celebrate their victory, all of Taleba's nobles and knights organized a grandiose feast in the grand ballroom of the duke's mansion. The ladies continued to gossip about the latest trends in their circles, while the men mostly discussed politics.
