In order to celebrate their victory, all the people of influence within the city had gathered at the majestic Saint Peter Castle. One by one, they congratulated the Red-robed Archbishop Carell with smiles on their faces, as if having bathed in the spring breeze. In Saint Peter Castle, any noble who had a leg to stand on would have had close relations with the Church. If the Church prospered, they would prosper, and if the Church suffered any losses, they would also stand to lose!
The fine wines that had been kept away for hundreds of years were carried forward jar by jar. Its fragrance spread to every corner of the church. The well-trained servants were quick in their movements, once in a while rotating the meat that had been roasted to a golden brown. The beautiful female missionaries carried cups of fine wine, flitting here and there like butterflies…
Lavish and formal!