The glory of victory belonged only to the victors.
For the defeated, even if they retained some dignity, it was still hard to find any joy in it.
Compared with Utopia City and Dawn City, Falcon City, which had only just entered the night, seemed somewhat quiet.
Although the ceasefire agreement was named the "Falcon City Agreement," it had nothing to do with the Falcon Kingdom and had never considered the Falcon Kingdom's interests.
However, to the nobles here, that did not mean it was entirely bad news.
The supreme Triumph City had finally stepped in. Though it had not dispatched a large army to help them save face, it had at least spared them the humiliation of surrendering as a defeated nation.
As for Best Town—
That godforsaken place had never been within Oasis No. 2 to begin with. From the start, it was something General Klas had insisted on forcing onto them. If The Alliance wanted it, they could take it. It was not their loss anyway.
Only the citizens in the royal capital—or, more accurately, the young men who had been discharged from the army—felt outraged by this outcome.
They had fought a war beyond any doubt, gained nothing but scars and disabilities, and many had even lost their property and loved ones because of it.
In the end, even the masters riding on their heads had not changed.
The king was still the same king, and the ones holding the leash were still the Velanders.
What was even more hateful was that the Velanders had offered them no compensation at all...
The castle's council chamber.
The representatives of every side had departed with agreements that satisfied them, and this room belonging to the royal family had finally returned to its king.
Only a few guest