"To the most honorable King Jinijis!" Count Dretta raised his glass to the people at the banquet.
"Hail, hail!" (Leia vernacular, meaning agreement or salute.)
The knights and counts raised their gilded cups.
"To the greatest Kingdom of Leia!"
"Hail, hail!"
Baron Marchelov, beside Count Dretta, stood up, raising his glass like a baton: "To Count Dretta, who led us to break through Adan Castle!"
"Hail! Hail!"
The scene erupted into a fervent cheer of whistles, table thumping, and applause, almost shaking the platters and candleholders on the tables.
Count Dretta smiled and gestured to lower the volume, humbly bowing to the knights.
At this moment, the castle hall of Adan Castle was brilliantly lit, and the atmosphere was quite lively.
The fire roared in the fireplace, casting the stone walls in a crimson glow.
The center of the banquet hall was filled with lavish dishes, the air saturated with the scent of roasted meat, spices, and strong liquor.
