Today was the 9th day of the 11th month, 791st year in the Church’s calendar, a Monday. It was a fairly ordinary day in Dulin, or you could say, an ordinary working day. The members of each official residence assumed their duties early in the morning and the citizens fell into work one after another. The people were as before, discussing the weather, the prices of goods, the latest clause announced by the state bureau. However, today was the 9th day of the 11th month; there was another additional topic of discussion, which was His Imperial Highness The Prince O’Neil Andrew Morisette’s birthday.
The preparations in the Kenshin Palace had reached a point where the hours were being counted down; it was ten thirty in the morning now, it was an hour and a half before the opening ceremony of the wine reception to celebrate His Imperial Highness The Prince’s birthday.
