This time, victory had been won with only a small number of casualties, so everyone naturally praised Salamandra and the Nameless Community.
Though this "small number" was only small in comparison to the vast crowd.
Meanwhile, behind the stage.
Mandela allowed his personal guards to rest and let them attend the banquet as well.
This rare act of kindness left the guards overwhelmed with gratitude, and they were now enjoying the feast outside.
During this time, Mandela remained alone in the palace office, reading a letter sealed with the black wax of the Thousand Eyes Community.
There was only one person in the room now, and both the doors and windows were tightly shut.
Mandela, who had already read the letter once, placed it on the desk.
"Once again, we offer our congratulations on the successful conclusion of the festival and the repulsion of the demon lord. We also look forward to the day when the newly reborn Sandora displays her talents as the northern Floor Master.
Postscript: Has the Divine Iron from the Star Sea Dragon King's side already been given to those children?
As expected of the Thousand Eyes Community. Is everything within their grasp? I really must not do anything bad now."
"What bad thing?"
Mandela had not expected a voice to suddenly appear in a place like this.
He knew that voice well, even though there was no one around.
"Where are you?"
"Right behind you."
Su Yang did not need to change much. His speed was fast enough that, with only slight control, he could appear somewhere silently and without anyone noticing.
The gap in strength between them was simply that great. As long as Su Yang did not want others to see him, no one else could possibly see him.
Su Yang looked at