Chapter 30 - Celebration (+18)
After all the nobles were escorted out of the cafeteria, Jayce stepped forward. His voice was friendly, but his smile carried a mysterious undertone, as if he knew something the others didn't.
"Congratulations once again," he said, projecting his voice easily. "We're leaving now. We've prepared a special dinner—enjoy it. The ship will arrive in three months, so don't slack off in your training. Take the day off. In two days, we'll begin the officer selection trials."
A spontaneous cheer erupted among the commoners, grateful not only for the opportunity they had earned, but for the undeniable respect they now commanded.
As Jayce and the soldiers departed, a procession of chefs—an army of white aprons—poured into the cafeteria, carrying steaming trays. On long wooden tables, they spread out a feast: roasted lamb dripping with spiced juices, mountains of golden, crispy bread, frothy broths, jugs brimming with blood-red wine, and piles of sugar-crusted fruits. The air was heavy with the mouthwatering scent of meat, sweet spices, and melted butter.
The commoners, giddy with excitement, cleared a space at the center of the hall, forming an impromptu circle. They wanted the twelve heroes—the champions—to say a few words.
After a thunderous round of applause, William was pushed to the front.
With a calm demeanor, he grabbed a bottle of wine, lifted it above his head, and, smiling sincerely, spoke:
"This achievement isn't mine alone. It belongs to all of you. Thank you for trusting us... for trusting me. This victory proves what we can achieve when we fight together. For the future we will build with our own hands!"
The crowd roared. William popped the cork off the bottle with a swift motion, took a generous swig, and offered the first toast of the night.