"He must be presiding over the opening of the celebration."
"That's always been the Earl's job."
"We'll find out when the time comes."
"I think it's pretty much decided; no heir has performed better than Bruce…"
Bruce had merely passed by and already sparked a great deal of discussion, but just like that, the situation quickly returned to normal.
The bustling traffic of carriages and horses started moving again, with an endless stream of people flowing into Bastia, injecting fresh vitality into the upcoming celebration.
"Miss, look at this!"
"This looks fun too!"
"..."
The celebration hadn't started yet, but the city was already bustling. Pedestrians came and went on the streets, many of whom bore arms—a testament to the fierce local customs.
