After the butler left on his orders, Kane poured himself a glass of wine and sat quietly by the window, listening to the creaking sound of iron boots on the cobblestone pavement below. Before long, the sound from outside turned into shrill screams and curses. A moment later, the mild breeze carried a hint of blood in the air, and Kane drank the whole glass of wine in one breath, closing his eyes in satisfaction, knowing that tonight he could finally have a good sleep.
"Victory at Snow Peak Ridge! Victory at Snow Peak Ridge!" Knights raced out from Samikina Manor, waving light spheres and shouting the news of victory as they ran to every corner of the Holy City. Their emphatic cries ignited the passion of the long-dormant city, drawing everyone to the streets and gathering at the square, eager to know who dared to proclaim such victory while the Holy City had been besieged for years.
