On the last day of the Saint Blood Festival's preparations, Murphy took a stroll around the city in the evening light.
He was delighted to find that the collaboration between his little players and the locals for the festival was progressing quite perfectly.
Despite only having four days to prepare, their enthusiasm was not dampened. Now, the entire Crimson Castle, under the veil of night, looked as beautiful as if draped in a sheer red fabric. Although vast empty areas still couldn't hide a sense of desolation, at least in the residential and the progressively opening commercial districts, the festive atmosphere was thick.
Especially at the city square!
At a time when most people were already asleep, the distinguished Count Bai of White Mountain and his servants, banished from Thorn Duchy, were still toiling away in the dark.
