"Ha ha! Catch me, catch me!"
"Hmph! Take this snowball!"
"Ah! You actually dared to hit me? Come on, everyone, get them!"
"Fight, fight!"
The sounds of children having a snowball fight repeatedly reached the adults' ears on this morning after the snow had stopped.
The adults showed ample tolerance for the children's joyful game.
There were even occasionally young couples joining the ranks of those playing in the snow, while the older people watched with smiles.
On the streets of Tatshaw Territory, this cheerful atmosphere seemed almost enough to melt all the snow away.
"Hyah!" Several carriages, guarded by numerous escorts, traveled from the noble district of Far-Sail Port City toward the outskirts.
"There are many people ahead. Slow down, all of you. Don't alarm the citizens. A festive New Year atmosphere like this is rare—don't stir up trouble and ruin it." Romon leaned his head out of the carriage, glanced ahead, and gave the order to those around him.
Clearly, the sounds of merriment in the snow had caught his attention as well.
"Yes, my lord!" The knights who received the order reined in their horses and slowed down, and the drivers of the carriages did the same.
"Make way!" a knight clearing the path ahead shouted.
"Ah! Carriages are coming. Let's move aside first!"
"Quick, move aside! Carriages are coming!"
At the sight of the approaching carriages, the people playing in the snow beside the road all stepped aside. They had not been standing in the middle of the road, but the snow was so slippery—without care and caution, who knew what might happen?
Only after the people on the road parted to make a broad path did the convoy slowly pass through.
"That looked like the Guard Corps of the lord, didn't it?" Someone with sharp