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Stop this absurdity at once and go home!

Of course I know what day it is, Uncle Pablo.

Once, friends from a faraway land took our hands, and together we built the Golden Age.

And this was the day that our hands first came together.

What are you babbling about...?

Am I really babbling, Uncle Pablo?

T-That was ages ago...

People don't bring it up anymore. Many don't even dare to.

But the Iberians should have remembered.

Today is a day to remember.

A day to remember?

I've never heard of it...

You're too young to.

We used to celebrate it when I was little. There were people frolicking in the square, day and night. We would call each other brothers.

The Ægir built new things. Ships that traveled on dry land, automatic fireworks, lighthouses that changed color on their own...

Then why have I never heard about any of this?

...We stopped celebrating them.

After... all those terrible things.

So... they're telling the truth?

We used to celebrate this day?

Of course we did!

Let's do it, Mr. Thorns!

Okay.

A Liberi and an Ægir stand side-by-side in the crowd.

Tears gather in the eyes of the older townsfolk at the sight of it. Memories have faded with time and wordless oppression. Have they seen a scene like this in the past?

All eyes are on the Ægir as he lights the fuse.

They were happier times, better times.

...Fireworks?

Fireworks in bright daylight...

The books were telling the truth...

Maybe they'll write about this, someday.

You mean they'll write about me, just like they write about Captain Alfonso? Haha, I find that hard to believe.

Oh, Mr. Thorns, Mr. Thorns!

Hm?

You've got powder from the fireworks on your face!

Oh...

Consider it part of the celebration.