A merry and joyful atmosphere prevailed in the entire Barony. Music echoed from every street, and songs were played at every intersection. The whole territory shimmered with warmth and celebration. Free food, beer and rum were handed out to everyone without hesitation. Families sat together eating and laughing while soldiers walked proudly through the crowds.
"Grandpa Randall!"
"Are you really Grandpa Randall?" Miranda peeked from behind Ethan's leg and kept sneaking quick looks at Randall.
He wasn't alone. Sophia, Lia, Ray and others who had known him for years were staring at him in pure shock.
The reason was simple. The man standing before them did not look like a middle-aged warrior at all. Instead, he looked like a sharp young man in his teens. His skin looked healthy, and his figure looked strong. His hair was darker, and his face had regained youth that made him almost unrecognizable.
Even Ethan sucked in a cold breath, feeling a strange pressure in his chest.
