"The transport fleet brought back more than 10% of Gaia's annual water concentrate."

At this time, everyone was exclaimed and in an uproar. This was a rare victory in Plato's history, because the spoils were so rich.

The audience burst into long-lasting warm applause and cheers.

"We allow Captain Chalki to enjoy the Grand Commander's victory ceremony at the 'Telayestri Mausoleum', and Plato's army will award him a triumphal crown." This powerful actual leader of Plato's army

solemnly announced.

"The Lord's will!"

The Senate was filled with festive cheers. Plato's army had not achieved such a brilliant victory for a long time.

The four grand captains on the lower platform of the "Seven Governments" seats were all present. The four people were expressionless at first. It was a deep regret for a warrior who belonged to the same era as Kalki.

"This is the honor of the White Tiger Knights! The collective honor!" Ila slowly clapped her hands and raised her head proudly.

After Kalki's return flight, the "Trayes Mausoleum" was filled with wild cheers. These young people were severely suppressed by various rules and regulations on weekdays, but after getting permission to celebrate the victory, they could enjoy it as much as they wanted.

Vent.

Although I lost many of my companions who spent time together day and night, the crazy and intense hormones brought about by the victory turned the night torch parade into a carnival for young people.

The laughter and cheers of the young knights and squires shook the building. They were allowed to wear wreaths when celebrating victory, so beautiful flowers were scattered everywhere.

They put a wreath of red roses and wheat ears on top of Kalki's head, and carried the leader with the ceremonial shield used by the Grand Master when he held the mass ceremony. In the torch procession, the four closest followers, Rahu,

Mantilfari, Ask and Sverin were all beaming with joy. They each held the four corners of their shields and raised Kalki high.

A golden holy spear was taken out by Siddha. This is the Trayester Mausoleum and the symbol of Bukhara, the highest level of the Knights. It is a golden spear with a special metal stamped on the head of the victory thanksgiving.

.Under the light, these Platonic texts, like ancient spells, shine brightly like magic.

This blond young man held the holy spear high for his Lord with great joy and walked at the forefront of the procession.

The young people finally restrained themselves in Plato and no longer dared to roar "Siegheil", but shouted "The Will of the Lord", as if the entire Trayestri Mausoleum was erupting with fanatical religious enthusiasm.

The orderly and solemn look on weekdays turned into a noisy celebration of victory. Standing on the shield, Kalki, wearing a rare golden robe, with a crimson belt around his slender waist, looked like a god coming to the world.

In the dark night where the torches are shining brightly, my eyes look into the distance.
Chapter completed!