In the city, inside a tavern, all the villagers were celebrating the new era that would make this town an even better place, while they awaited the true party that would take place at night. They were complete fools, easily deceived.
At the same time, Dantalian and the Duchess, along with the other girls, were in front of their carriage bidding farewell to the villagers who had ignored the celebration at the tavern.
"Master, before we go, can I buy something to eat? Since the journey is a bit long," Fiona said, standing outside the carriage.
"Oh, of course, but don't forget to get something for me too," Dantalian replied, waving to the villagers who saw him through the carriage window.
"Be quick, Fiona, don't keep the master waiting too long, okay?" Amanda exclaimed.
"Fiona is not like you, Amanda, don't worry," Freytan said.
"What do you mean by that?" Amanda asked.
