The Royal Capital of Kingston was peaceful and harmonious; battlefield intelligence from several hundred kilometers away had yet to reach here.
Of course, even if the intelligence did arrive, it wouldn't have much to do with the broad masses of lower and middle-class citizens.
Naturally, they would still eat when it was time to eat, drink when it was time to drink, play music when it was time to play music, and dance when it was time to dance.
In the core district near Ganquan Palace, Melrose Street—where a "Death Stranding" incident had occurred last year—was as bustling as ever.
On the surface, churches, theaters, galleries, and art centers lined both sides of the street, packed like fish scales, picturesque as an oil painting.
In the shadows, the Hidden establishments that provided all kinds of thrills for high society never lacked for clientele either.
