Night gradually descended, and the lamps in St. Soniel city lit up one after another in the night.
This ancient city, which has experienced the crisis of obliteration, appeared particularly quiet in the night. After many days, it finally welcomed a night without shouts of killing and explosions. St. Soniel, like a scarred giant beast, quietly licked its wounds in this rare quiet night.
The lights in this city are much fewer than those in Cecil Castle, and the bright magic crystal lamps mainly only maintain their glow in the castle area and Inner City District. Beyond these areas, the streets and alleys are illuminated by dim candlelight and flickering fire pans. Yet, it is this insufficient brightness that creates a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere in the night.
Victoria stood by the window, looking at the distant scenery. After a long time, she turned back, "When do you plan to hold the coronation ceremony? Or some other ceremony to declare the establishment of the Empire?"
