At the following evening's banquet, Rodgrens publicly announced Artoria and Guinevere's engagement.
At the ball afterward, the two also danced the first dance of the evening together, staking their claims to each other.
As for what had happened last night?
What did you say?
I have no idea.
I didn't see a thing.
On this matter, all the witnesses seemed to have suddenly developed a remarkable degree of mutual understanding. They kept their mouths shut, treating it as a closely guarded secret.
After all, how could you know that Sir Sovell hadn't simply felt a sudden urge to go outside in the middle of the night for some fresh air, only for the wind to blow him stupid?
Granted, the idea of a full-fledged Wind Attribute Magus being blown stupid by the wind was more than a little ridiculous, but did anyone care about those details?
Or rather.
Did they dare care?
After all, if anyone dared to care-
Someone: "Your Majesty, what happened last night?"
Artoria: "Would you care to test whether my... whether Sir Gawain's Holy Sword is sharp?"
Someone: "My sword is no less sharp!"
Artoria: "Hmm?"
Someone: "No! My sword is, is, is pretty shiny too, hahaha..."
And that was how it went, dear~
Back to the matter at hand: while the nobles and officials of the inner city held banquets and balls, the commoners in the outer city also held a festival to celebrate their victory.
They offered sacrifices to the gods, praying for a bountiful harvest that year.
Yet against the encroaching tide of the Age of Man, even if the gods, who had already withdrawn into the Inner Sea of the Planet, manifested on the spot, the wheels of fate would not stop for even a moment.
Not because they could not.
But