The area in front of the territory's palace district was already adorned with festive lanterns, and even the statue of the sword-wielding Great Angel in the square was hung with red lanterns.
Prizes and gifts were brought up, and although the banquet dishes had yet to be laid out, the revelry of the territorial citizens had already begun.
More than twenty thousand citizens were singing and dancing, the celebration stretching from the palace district square all the way along the wide main road, for four or five miles.
Under the festive lights, the joy of the festival washed away the sorrow of the soldiers' deaths.
In this world, death is commonplace, and everyone is accustomed to it, so one's mindset must be very optimistic.
In certain beliefs, if someone passes away, their relatives and friends gather to dance together at the funeral, praying that the departed soul can enter their heavenly paradise.
