Blood Port had been growing busier and busier lately.
New ships docked at the piers every day, bringing all kinds of industrial goods from Castel. Most were hauled directly to the Northern Territory by rail, while quite a few were unloaded on the spot and sent throughout Blood Port.
The city seemed to be bustling at all times. Everyone had something to do, and every day was different from the last.
Tall schools rose from the ground. Before people even had time to marvel at them, factories began appearing one after another across Blood Port. Before the first workers to enter those factories had even lost their sense of novelty, rows upon rows of housing had already been built.
The people of Blood Port had spent the past half year dazzled by the changes. If someone stayed indoors for only a few days, they would no longer dare claim to be fully familiar with the city.
And recently, the already busy city had become even more bustling—rumor had it that Castel's Expeditionary Force had actually found the refugees from long ago in the Northern Territory.
This came as quite a shock to the people of Blood Port. After all, Blood Port was no longer what it had once been. Newspapers published every day delivered the latest news into everyone's hands, and discussing current affairs was no longer a privilege reserved for the upper class.
The latest news from the Northern Territory was also selectively published, often accompanied by editorial opinions. Now that the refugees thought to have vanished had unexpectedly been found, all of Blood Port was cheering.
They had been following this matter for more than half a year. By now, no one cared that the expedition had been launched by Castel; people instinctively celebrated the Expeditionary Force's victory.