Although the fluctuations in magic power during Victoria and the others' standoff had frightened some of the nearby citizens, Greg, an expert at controlling temperature, had intervened in time, and no accidents had occurred.
But even after calming down, they still stood where they were, staring at one another. That was no exaggeration.
"All right, stop glaring at each other. It looks like the fireworks are about to start, so let's find a good spot first."
The fireworks were the liveliest part of the Empire's Festival.
Every year at this time, the Empire's court mage corps would work together to put on a grand magical fireworks display. Far more dazzling than ordinary gunpowder fireworks, it could be seen from every corner of the Imperial Capital.
This scene also marked the official end of the Exchange Meeting storyline.
Greg had seen the scene in the original work, and it really was beautiful. Since he was already here, he figured he might as well take the time to enjoy it.
Only after Greg insisted did they finally start moving again.
Following behind them, Greg suddenly began to understand why so many emperors in ancient times had died young.
Because wanting to have them all might be even more-
"!"
In that instant of distraction, he suddenly felt a gaze pricking him like a needle.
He whipped his head around and scanned the crowd behind him, but people were coming and going everywhere, and he couldn't spot anyone suspicious.
Greg frowned and searched carefully once more, but still found nothing.
Was I imagining it? No, probably not.
With his nighttime perception enhanced by the blessing Night's Reign, his senses already far surpassed those of ordinary people.
So he didn't believe he had imagined it.
But if he hadn't imagined it, who was watching