The celebration lasted late into the night, and the people gradually dispersed in a joyous and warm atmosphere.
Meanwhile, in the castle's dungeon, hundreds of prisoners of war stood quietly in cramped cells, packed so tightly there wasn't even room to sit.
With the end of the celebration, tranquility returned to Ximira Castle.
The soldiers on night watch returned to their posts. The castle's lights gradually went out, leaving only the embers of the bonfires flickering in the night.
"Who's the idiot? Leave some of the bonfires going! Are you trying to freeze us to death?!"
"Hahahaha!"
Inside the study, Henry drew the curtains. Leaning on the table, he said to Claude and Bain, "Starting tomorrow, arm the villagers and our serfs. Distribute the captured armor and weapons and give them the most basic combat training.
We don't know when the enemy will arrive or in what numbers. Let's arm as many soldiers as we can."
