The day of the grand wedding. The gorge was filled with the nonstop sound of laughter.
Due to having chosen to submit and to retreat, the four clan leaders had been feeling quite depressed. Today, they seized the opportunity to have a good celebration. Beirut and Carolina were very happy as well, and so they happily chatted and drank with the four clan leaders and the various Elders.
“Lord Prefect, congratulations!” Gislason raised his cup to Beirut.
“Haha.” Beirut laughed as he looked towards Gislason, then lowered his voice. “Gislason, your Four Divine Beasts clan has truly retreated, and will no longer do battle?” Beirut paid attention to the struggle between the two sides as well.
Gislason was startled. He nodded.
“How have the eight great clans reacted?” Beirut asked.
“No reaction yet.” Gislason shook his head. “Most likely, in the near term, they will be unable to believe that we have truly submitted.”
