After they left the stall, Castorice told Yan Huan:
"He wasn't lying. Those weapons really were made by Hatonus."
"They're genuine?" Yan Huan was surprised.
"Still not buying them. Who knows whether I'd be able to take anything back with me?"
The two of them were in the past, brought there by Mimi's power. They could spend money, but whether they could bring their purchases home was another matter.
"What's this?"
Yan Huan walked over to a wall and found a floating scroll.
"It seems to be an announcement for the festival..."
Castorice stepped up to the scroll and read it.
"The festival encourages combat. Winners can have an audience with King Oulipang, while losers become undying Heroic Souls... In other words, there's a high chance of dying."
"If we pose as contestants, we might be able to get into the inner city."
"Now, let's go over what we know."
Castorice began:
"Myriad Enemies Your Excellency has already taken his people to Okhema. Old King Oulipang is still alive, but Nikadori has likely fallen into a slumber. Castrum Kremnos is gathering warriors for a festival..."
"It looks like we've returned to the final years of the Golden War. Castrum Kremnos is facing both internal division and a Titan that has lost its senses."
"So the Titans of Strife have already gone mad?" Yan Huan stroked his chin.
"And their main body is dormant after the war, so this festival was actually the idea of that old king, Oulipang?"
"That's one way to put it..." Castorice nodded.
"I suspect the reason the Titans of Strife won't die has something to do with their subjects."
"So now we..."
"Go back to Okhma City, of course."
"?"
To Castorice's surprise, Yan Huan turned and headed straight for the outer-city exit of Castrum Kremnos.