... It was still dark outside, and someone had been knocking endlessly on Cacusim"s door. He yawned and subconsciously reached out to grab his coat, and then he realized he no longer needed a coat.
The thick brick wall kept the chill away, and the incredible heating made the inside warm. No matter how heavy the snow was outside, the house no longer let the cold in like it used to, and the roof no longer leaked. Such a high-quality house was only fit for the n.o.bles in Valencia. Of course, it was a little smaller.
He opened the door and found a young boy, his a.s.sistant Pike, standing outside. "Why aren’t you up yet? We have to hurry, Captain! Otherwise, we won"t get a good spot!"
"Do we need to leave so early?" Cacusim stuck his head out and looked at the sky. The dawn was peeking through the clouds, and soft morning suns.h.i.+ne lit a small section of the sky.
"Of course!" the boy exclaimed. "My neighbors told me there would be a performance from the Star Flower Troupe during the celebration, and we won"t get into the square if we"re late!"
"All right, wait a minute." The old man shrugged and returned to his bedroom to change. He looked at the other empty bed and sighed softly. "The Victory Day... Is there any celebration like this in Longsong Stronghold? If not, Vader would miss it."
They went to the square and found that there were banners strung up on ropes and tied to the trees on both sides of the street. The small town looked bright and new under the morning suns.h.i.+ne. Every now and then, people joined them from the pathways into the main road and walked alongside them. It seemed that they were going to the square too.
Cacusim had heard about the celebration from Pike. The prince had named the first day after the Months of Demons as the Victory Day to celebrate pa.s.sing the months safely. On that day, everyone in the town had the day off and enjoyed a grand bonfire party in the square. Cacusim"s a.s.sistant had learned about this and invited him to go to square with him. After some thought, the old man agreed.
As they entered, they found a fenced-in area in the center of the square and policemen with black uniforms maintaining order. Quite a few people had arrived early and were standing around waiting. The two quickly found a place near the stage and chatted as they waited for the celebration to begin.
At noon, crowds gathered in the square and the prince appeared in the center of the theater. As soon as he showed up, Cacusim heard overwhelming cheers. The people around him excitedly raised their hands and shouted, "Long Live Your Highness!"
Prince Roland smiled. He waited for the cheers to pa.s.s, raised his fist, and said loudly, "We have defeated evil once again!"
The square exploded in instant cheers, the deafening sound shook the old man"s heart. He had not seen such a respected lord in a very long time.
"My people, no matter where you come from, the Western Region, the Northern Region, the Eastern Region or the Southernmost Region, as long as you have made a contribution to our town, the glory belongs to you! This glory belongs to everyone who gave their blood and sweat to Border Town!" The prince"s calm, emotional voice seemed to have magic power and could be heard without him having to shout. "Today is the Victory Day. It was set by all of you. Evil has not been completely eliminated and will come back sooner or later, but no matter how many times our enemies come, victory is ours as long as we unite and work together!"
The old man had never heard a n.o.bility refer to the civilians and himself as "we", but His Highness didn"t seem to mind. He looked at the people naturally, without arrogance or scorn. In the prince"s eyes, he and his subjects were together as one.
It was incredible, but unexpectedly... harmonious.
"Now, let"s cheer for this hard-won victory and raise our gla.s.ses to celebrate!"
"Long live Your Highness!"
"Long live Victory!"
The cheers rang throughout the square, and the people raised their right hand to show their respect, including Cacusim.
"This is a Lord who is worthy of my loyalty!" Pike said pa.s.sionately while thumping his chest.
Next, it was the Star Flower Troupe"s turn, and many people whistled excitedly.
"We haven"t seen their performances in such a long time."
"Ms. Irene is still so beautiful!"
"But compared to Miss May, she still lacks lasting appeal."
"It"s Ms. May now. Haven"t you heard the news? She"s about to marry Chief Knight, and the prince has already sent a wedding gift."
Listening to the people around, Pike asked in wonder, "The name of a troupe is usually either the same as the theater or the name of the town, so why does the troupe of Border Town have such a strange name?"
"You aren"t a westerner, are you?" asked someone immediately. "Ms. May and Ms. Irene are both from Longsong Theatre, and Ms. May is called the Star of the Western Region, while Ms. Irene is called the Flower of Tomorrow. Now, they both live in Border Town, so the troupe"s name is Star Flower Troupe."
"Look, it"s beginning!"
This was not Cacusim"s first time watching theatrical performances, but the story was quite unique. Instead of a normal love story between n.o.bilities, it told the history of the Western Region. The actors played ordinary people living in Border Town. In the beginning, they were helpless, confused, and chased around like lambs during the Months of Demons. Then they decided to stay in the town and fight against the demonic beasts. The whole story was full of twists and turns, which were very gripping. When the characters died from hunger and cold or were killed in the line of defense to protect their families, the audience felt as if they were there.
The old man was quickly captured by the performance, and even people who had just come to the Western Region could feel the sacrifices that citizens of Border Town made and their unremitting efforts for survival.
When the play was finished, a thunderous applause rang above the square.
Cacusim was dumbstruck by what he saw next. A girl with long flaxen hair held a black line in her hand. She cut the wood stage into various parts, and used them to light a giant bonfire.
The crowd wasn"t scared by this, and they even chanted her name. "Miss Anna! Miss Anna!"
As sheep baked on the bonfire, the atmosphere in the square reached its climax. The locals spontaneously stood in a long line and then began to dance strangely, the last part of the celebration. According to the people standing around Cacusim and Pike, as long as the dance continued, the barbecue would continue until midnight.
"Captain, let"s go together!" Pike gulped. He was eager to join.
"I"m too old to dance," Cacusim shook his head. "You should join them."
"I"ll go then." He stuck out his tongue. "I"ll share some barbecue with you when I get it."
Looking at the boy dancing with the crowd, the old man couldn"t help but laugh. He had been wondering how to make the name of the Concrete Boat a.s.signed to him memorable and unique, and now he had an idea.
"I"ll name it Victory," he thought.