Two days passed, and tonight was New Year's Eve, eagerly awaited by everyone on the continent.
"Hahaha!" Aldric laughed heartily as he gazed at the clouded sky before him. "I'm sure Nolan and Seira failed the task Father gave them. I can't wait to see how he punishes them."
The task of decorating for the New Year was crucial. It was an annual event, and for the people, it was sacred.
Failing to decorate the capital would surely draw the people's anger and dissatisfaction toward them and the imperial family.
"Brother, there's terrible news!" Novaria's voice came from behind him.
Aldric turned to look at her, confusion on his face.
"Bad news?" His brows furrowed slightly. "What happened?"
Novaria gasped, her voice trembling. "Nolan and Seira managed to decorate the city for New Year's Eve!"
Hearing this, Aldric's eyes widened in shock. He froze for a moment before snapping back and shouting, "What are you talking about? How did they manage that?"
