The next day, the Vermilion Royal Capital didn't implode from the king's anger, much to everyone's surprise. The sun rose, birds sang, and the streets still bustled with life. Everyone seemed to be minding their own business, only the occasional whisper of a certain fight that took place yesterday filled the air.
Ever since the fight, the entire capital had been wide awake, gossiping about it with fascination as if it was the most intense battle they'd ever witnessed. Like with every event, some people hadn't been able to attend, causing them to gnash their teeth and curse their past selves for being too lazy to go.
Now they had missed the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to witness the miserable defeat of the prince. For commoners, this was a big deal—it was rare for the royal bloodline to suffer humiliation. Most of the time, it was the other way around.
