In Terry City, the New Year had just passed, and the festive spirit still lingered.
Jonny and the others, who had hurried back on orders, looked around in surprise. Everywhere was decked out in lanterns and colorful decorations, looking completely renewed.
"Eternal loyalty to Her Majesty the Queen!"
"Celebrate the birth of His Highness the Prince!"
"Welcome a new era for Leiner!"
Banners, lanterns, and decorative pillars still lined the streets and alleys. Passersby chatted among themselves, still savoring the grand festivities of recent days.
"Lord Roland certainly spared no expense. He treated the entire city to food and wine!"
"That wasn't all. All those Bards, acrobats, song and dance performances, and card tournaments-every one of them cost money!"
"We're truly blessed. How lucky we are."
Ever since the prince's birth, Roland had declared nationwide celebrations with a wave of his hand.
In Terry City, lavish banquets, fine food and wine, and artistic performances had followed one after another, keeping the revelry going for nearly a month.
Not only the migrant laborers, but even the residents who had truly put down roots here praised it endlessly.
No one had ever experienced a celebration like this. It was certain to leave an immensely happy collective memory.
"It seems Lord Roland truly cherishes this child."
Jonis could not help remarking on it.
The comment sounded a little strange, but many powerful men had numerous wives, concubines, and children. Not every child necessarily enjoyed their favor.
At the Arkham Summer Palace in Terry City.
Rosa was reviewing reports on recent affairs. She found that the festivities had sharply increased the Kingdom's expenditures, yet had not caused a deficit. Instead, they had stimulated economic circulation to some extent and generated considerable tax revenue.
Many small traders, vendors, restaurants, and taverns had made