Looking up at the night sky above the dome, where brilliant violet hues shimmered and shifted, the veiled Evelyn lifted an oyster, tilted her head back, and slurped it down. She remarked casually, "The Empress's New Garments are ready." 

"Huh?" Anphel froze for a moment, swallowing the peony shrimp in her mouth.

Evelyn explained, "The celebratory fireworks launch once every fifty years. Since you weren't involved in the preparations, it's only natural that you wouldn't know about it. This is a joint project between the Belldet, Salome, and Mercury families to plan a fireworks festival for the Isa Imperial Family. Production started three years ago under the codename 'The Empress's New Garments.' Before the display officially begins, we need to conduct a positioning test. The violet glow in the night sky means all units are ready."

"Once every fifty years? How many times has the Belldets done this already?"

"If memory serves, the Belldets have supplied the imperial family's fireworks since the reign of the second Empress of Isa."

"Doesn't that mean this tradition has continued for seven hundred years!?" Anphel thanked the chef, picked up a peeled crab claw, and stuffed the entire piece into her mouth. "What kind of fireworks need three years of advance manufacturing and cooperation between three families?"

"I don't know the details. I'm not the one doing the labor," the blue-haired capitalist said. "You only need to know two things. First, the user of these fireworks must be at least a Sacred Realm sorcerer. Second, the fireworks must be visible across all of Gospel."

Anphel blinked. "You mean the fireworks were prepared across the whole kingdom, and once the time comes, they'll launch simultaneously?"

"No. There are only fifty sets, and they will activate solely in Nabistin," Evelyn replied. "According to the product design, these fireworks...