The king's laughter echoed between the granaries, just like the joy in his heart—high and lingering without end. The brilliant sunset slowly sank behind the western mountains, shining on people's faces with a distant yet comfortable warmth. Avet narrowed his eyes and looked at the red sun drooping in the west, only feeling that it was dazzling beyond measure, like a blessing from the western capital!
"Praise the Main God! He shelters the Alliance!"
Gilim lowered his eyes, offered a word of praise, and swiftly weighed the gains and losses. After several breaths, when he opened his eyes again, his smile was already sincere.
Several months earlier, The Elder had passed away, and the High Priest had gone to the Divine Kingdom. The entire Mexica Alliance had been shrouded beneath an ill-omened haze. At this juncture, Princess Alisa giving birth to an heir was indeed heartening good news!
From another angle, Princess Alisa and the newborn child were both in the Lake Capital, tightly guarded by the king's personal guards. The child's birth made the relationship between the Lake Kingdom and the Alliance even more solid and close, allowing them to trust each other for the short term, with no hidden dangers left.
Even if the king returned to the capital, handed the various City-State Legions to His Highness Xolotl, let him command tens of thousands of troops, and oversee the battle situation among the Tlaxcala states, there would be no need to worry too much. Only...
Gilim's thoughts twisted and turned a hundred times before he asked in a low voice.
"Divine Protection upon the royal house! The princess gave birth safely—truly something to congratulate and rejoice over!... May I ask whether Princess Alisa bore a little prince or a little princess?"
Hearing this question, Avet's smile grew even