Night.
The evening breeze drifted gently into Londinium, making the firelight throughout the city sway slightly.
The lights here were flames.
They could not afford the luxury of using lamps, so people could only light bonfires or torches and rely on firelight for illumination.
By this time, the soldiers had finished their training, and the logistics personnel were nearing the end of their day's work. Only those responsible for patrolling and standing guard remained at their posts around the city walls. Compared to the previous days, however, the faint relaxation on everyone's faces was plain to see.
After all, the Queen's Army had retreated, and the formidable Bagster had set off on the road back to Camelot.
With no threat from external enemies, everyone naturally relaxed somewhat. If not for the need to guard against someone taking advantage of the opening, Percival might even have reduced the number of people assigned to patrols and guard duty.
It could not be helped. The Round Table Army had too few troops, less than a thousand in total. If some of those assigned to patrols and guard duty could be freed up, progress in other areas would speed up considerably.
Normally, with someone as powerful as Riezel arriving in Londinium, Percival would have wanted to hold a welcoming ceremony overnight, following his usual style. He wanted everyone to properly welcome Riezel, relax a little, and celebrate.
However, the information Riezel had brought today was simply too overwhelming. Percival and the others had no mood for a celebration, while the people of Chaldea had been in meetings all night, contacting headquarters and discussing matters even now.
Thus, although he felt somewhat apologetic, Percival canceled the celebration after receiving Riezel's understanding.
Riezel truly did not care about such things, nor did he need others to