The celebration was in full swing.
Even the commoners of the Imperial Capital sensed something unusual about the project; there were no life-threatening goals like dragon hunting, nor did they need to climb mountains of blades or plunge into seas of fire. It wasn't like the past where they had to fight until their last breath just to earn a bit of the nobles' favor.
The project seemed so normal that everyone felt they could participate without getting hurt, as if...
As if it was truly for the celebration and blessings for the coming year, as the Third Princess had said.
But, wasn't this all too strange?
It was so strange that it felt unreal to them, like a pie falling from the sky and hitting their heads. Even more incredible was that, if they failed during the celebration, they wouldn't get hurt or die; they could even continue to enjoy the celebration.
