Althea put the aether letter down and looked at the people around her. She felt bad at bursting their celebratory mood, but—
"Basset Town is preparing for an attack."
The nearby adults paused and turned, wondering if they heard that right. When they saw the couple's expression, they confirmed its validity.
This news naturally deflated the happy atmosphere in the room, though the little babies seemed to like the steps and kept dancing.
"Wigguw wigguw wigguw…" they mumbled with those milky voices of theirs, wiggling their diapered bums in good fun.
The adults couldn't help but chuckle, and the tense atmosphere lit up a bit.
"So they finally attacked, huh?" Ansel mumbled as he sat down in the nearest seat. "There goes the babies' first birthdays…"
"Well, it's not like we can't celebrate right after that…"
Of course, they were worried. They prepared and delayed as much as they could but there were limits villages could not reach, including the people's levels.
