Chapter 70: A Wonderful Night

As the fireworks continued to paint the sky in dazzling bursts of color, the festival remained alive with cheers and laughter. The shimmering lights reflected off the frozen river, making it seem as if the heavens and the earth had merged into one breathtaking spectacle. Snowflakes drifted through the crisp night air, catching the glow of lanterns that lined the riverside, their golden warmth a contrast to the winter chill.

Arthur remained seated among the commoners, his cloak dusted with snow, his breath misting in the cold. Though his gaze was fixed on the sky, his mind was already elsewhere—turning gears, unraveling possibilities.

Then, amidst the crackling explosions and murmurs of awe, a familiar voice called out.

"Arthur, there you are!"