Back on the ship, Alka also laid out the entire plan to everyone, telling them to get ready.
"Put the research on hold for the next few days, get some proper rest, and save up your strength.
The enemy isn't stupid. We'll have to go all out." Alka said, giving Simon a pointed look.
Only after seeing Simon nod did he withdraw his gaze.
Everything quietly waited for the day the festival began.
...
Everyone moved quickly.
"The Prince is back? And they're holding some kind of thanksgiving festival for the Holy Mother?" An old woman buying vegetables saw the stall owner chatting with a few others and cut in.
"That's right, it should be starting any time now."
"The Holy Mother? I'd rather put my faith in the White Mist Serpent of the Dream Realm, the one who can protect our peace." As she said this, the old woman even made a praying gesture.
Seeing her movement, a young man beside her glanced over and said flatly, "Haven't seen anyone protecting our peace these last few years."
