I Reincarnated as a Prince Who Revolutionized the Kingdom-Chapter 72: The Celebration

The city of Elysee was alive in a way it hadn’t been in years. The streets, which had once seen war and revolution, were now filled with music, laughter, and celebration. Citizens, nobles, merchants, and soldiers alike gathered in every square, every alley, and every marketplace to celebrate the dawn of a new Elysea.

King Bruno’s coronation had been a grand spectacle, a display of power and legitimacy, but the celebrations that followed were for the people. Bonfires were lit across the capital, free meals were served in the squares, and entertainers performed for the crowds.

The nobility, housed in the royal palace, held a separate celebration—one filled with extravagant feasts, performances, and endless toasts to their newly crowned king.

Bruno, dressed in a formal but practical dark blue coat embroidered with golden thread, observed the city from the balcony of the royal palace. The capital was thriving, its people drinking, eating, and rejoicing in the security his rule had brought.

Beside him, Queen Amélie stood with her usual poise, though her violet eyes carried a hint of amusement.

"You’ve given them quite a reason to celebrate," she said, watching a group of children chasing after a performer juggling fire torches in the street below.

Bruno smirked. "Let them have this moment. The kingdom has suffered long enough."

Leclerc approached from behind, holding a goblet of wine. "It’s been a long time since the people of Elysea had a ruler they could trust, Your Majesty. You’ve given them stability, a future."

Bruno took the goblet from Leclerc but did not drink. "A future we still have to build."

Leclerc chuckled. "True, but for tonight, you should enjoy the fact that you are no longer a mere prince fighting for survival. You are now king. Even you deserve one evening of peace."

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Bruno exhaled, watching as fireworks burst in the night sky over the city. Perhaps, for just one night, he could allow himself to enjoy it.

The great hall of the royal palace had been transformed into a grand banquet hall. A long table, stretching nearly the entire length of the room, was covered in silver plates, golden goblets, and the finest food Elysea could offer. Roasted pheasants, venison, fresh seafood, and spiced wine were served to the nobles who had gathered to celebrate.

At the head of the table, King Bruno and Queen Amélie sat side by side, watching as the nobility drank and laughed. The room was filled with music, the sound of violins, flutes, and lutes blending seamlessly with the lively conversations.

Berthold, seated a few chairs down, raised his goblet. "A toast! To our king and queen! May their reign be long and victorious!"

The room erupted in cheers as goblets were raised high. "To King Bruno! To Queen Amélie! To Elysea!"

Bruno lifted his goblet but only took a small sip before setting it down. He had little interest in drinking himself into a stupor when there was still much to be done.

Amélie, ever composed, leaned toward him. "You still seem too focused for someone who should be celebrating."

Bruno smirked slightly. "I am celebrating. Just in my own way."

She arched an eyebrow. "By watching the room instead of enjoying yourself?"

Bruno glanced at the nobles, some of whom were already inebriated, laughing loudly as they recounted old war stories and political gossip. He knew that many of them had once plotted against him, resisted his reforms, or doubted his ability to lead.

"They drink because they think the fight is over," he said. "I drink because I know it has only begun."

Amélie smiled faintly. "Then I suppose it is a good thing they do not rule Elysea, and you do."

Leclerc, now seated beside Bruno, took a sip of his wine before speaking. "Your Majesty, with all due respect, you should at least pretend to enjoy the evening. The nobles need to see their king as more than just a strategist and reformer—they need to see that he can be one of them when necessary."

Bruno sighed but relented. He picked up his goblet and raised it, standing. The hall quieted slightly as all eyes turned toward him.

"For years, Elysea has suffered. It has known war, chaos, revolution, and uncertainty. But today, that ends. Today, we move forward—not as nobles and commoners, not as factions and rivals, but as Elyseans. We are one nation, and together, we will make it stronger than ever before."

Another round of cheers erupted. Bruno set down his goblet and sat once more, watching as the festivities continued.

As the night stretched on, Bruno stepped outside onto one of the palace balconies, needing a moment of solitude. The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the warm, wine-filled atmosphere of the banquet hall.

A moment later, Amélie joined him, her gown shimmering in the moonlight.

"You’ve been watching the city all night," she observed.

Bruno exhaled. "It’s a habit."

She studied him for a moment before speaking again. "You’re already thinking about the next step, aren’t you?"

Bruno nodded. "Always."

Amélie leaned against the stone railing. "You intend to expand Elysea’s borders. To build an empire."

Bruno turned to her. "You disagree?"

She shook her head. "No. I understand it. Resources, industry, power—we will need all of it to secure our future. But you must know that expansion invites enemies. Elysea will not be the only one with ambitions."

Bruno smirked. "Then we must be smarter than them."

Amélie sighed but smiled slightly. "You truly do not rest, do you?"

Bruno chuckled. "No. But you knew that when you married me."

She laughed softly. "I did."

For a moment, they stood in silence, watching the glow of Elysee beneath them. The city that had once been on the brink of ruin was now alive with hope, celebration, and the promise of a new era.

Bruno turned to Amélie. "Are you ready for what comes next?"

She met his gaze. "Always."

Bruno smirked. "Good. Because tomorrow, we begin planning for the next step."

As the first rays of sunlight crept over Elysea, the celebrations from the night before had finally died down. The city streets were littered with remnants of festivities—discarded garlands, empty mugs, and banners swaying in the morning breeze.

Inside the palace, however, work resumed immediately. The celebrations were over. Now, it was time to build.

Bruno sat in his study, a new map laid before him. This time, it was not just of Elysea—but of the entire continent.

Leclerc, Moreau, and Vallier entered, ready for their next orders.

Bruno looked up, his expression firm. "Gentlemen, the party is over. Now, we shape Elysea’s destiny."

Leclerc smirked. "Finally. I was getting tired of watching drunk nobles stumble around the palace."

Bruno chuckled. "Then let’s get to work."

Elysea’s next chapter was about to begin.