Chapter 77: Festival's Conclusion
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Chapter 77: Festival's Conclusion
It was surely just a passing remark.
When drunk, people often made slip-ups as their logical judgment became clouded by alcohol. That was why Shiron had been offering them drink after drink. He had immersed himself in the light-hearted atmosphere.
But then
What are you talking about?
Shiron realized he was unconsciously babbling, his steps then leading him towards the source of the conversation.
He approached the spot where the voices had come from. There was no specific thought or reason for his movement, just a curiosity about what elements of the game were not being shown.
Huh?
The red-faced drunkard widened his eyes upon seeing Shiron, a slightly awkward feeling arising as the boy who had been cheerfully pouring drinks froze.
Cough. Seems like youre interested in the story.
Yes. Would you mind elaborating more, if its not too much trouble?
Sure, its not a big deal.
The man sighed deeply and made a serious face, the slight buzz from the alcohol meeting Shirons gaze.
Have you ever read a fairy tale?
You mean the book where Hero Kyrie is the protagonist?
Lets be more precise, kid. Its not just a simple story about Hero Kyrie.
Margaret chimed in from behind Shiron.
One day, an evil god appeared and set the continent ablaze. Soon after, a hero named Kyrie emerged to save the world Thats the story.
Margaret gazed at her not fully filled glass of alcohol.
As time passed, the sunset reflected in the glass, the yellow and red hues mixing with Margarets golden eyes.
With a slightly flushed face, Margaret chuckled.
If its a family with hundreds of years of history, they all have a story to tell. Its not that special. Even my family, the Versailles, has a story where Hero Kyrie Versailles is the protagonist.
So
It wasnt until later that I found out there were countless families with similar stories. I know of at least twenty such families.
Thats fascinating.
Shiron nodded his head a bit belatedly.
When he first heard it, He thought it was nonsense. He thought Margaret, a woman, might have said some nonsense because she was drunk.
But in this place, in a place where quite a lot of people gathered, no one pointed out that fact. Rather, there were a few people who seemed to agree with what she said.
Its an unknown author, and we dont even know when it was written.
Dexter spat out a little nervously.
So, anyone who takes it seriously is a fool. We all believed without a doubt that our ancestors were legendary figures when we were children. But it was brutally shattered. The fact that the character Kyrie was not exclusive to one family How much we cried when we found out as children
Haha. This friend of mine. He may look fierce, but he has quite a pure side.
Enough with you.
Dexter clicked his tongue.
I had romance. I trained hard to become a hero in a story. I wonder how many of the people here did not do that.
Anyway, its too fanciful a story. I stopped clinging to it the moment I got older and had children.
But, Sir Hugo was different.
Margarets voice dropped a little as she gulped down the remaining alcohol in her glass.
Prient truly claimed to be the family that inherited Kyries bloodline and proudly declared that their family was the hero family in the story, which no one else had ever done.
The fight broke out in an instant. Margaret remembered when Hugo first came to the Arwen Plateau.
A country youth with a sword strapped to his waist.
That was their first impression of Hugo Prient.
It was natural that he became a laughing stock when a young man from the countryside with no title or decent territory to collect taxes from talked big. All the young nobles of the military laughed and ridiculed him.
So, what do you think happened next, young man?
There must have been a fight.
Right. Its obvious.
Margarets glass was empty, and Shiron hurriedly filled it up. Margaret smiled at his diligence.
But, those who fought with him instinctively knew.
Noses were broken,
Ribs were fractured,
Teeth were knocked out.
It wasnt just the young men who were beaten by Hugo. Even those in their prime, who were at the peak of their physical abilities, were no match for Hugo.
Thats not a matter of talent. We can only say its because our races are different. Having shown such power, both you and I had no choice but to acknowledge it. I was the head of the Versailles family back then as well, but after that incident, we locked all the ridiculous books of our family in the basement.
I burned them all. You have no conscience.
She realized she was using Shirons thigh as a pillow.
Feeling embarrassed, she quickly tried to lift her head and get up, but her body wouldnt cooperate. Lucia squinted her eyes and buried her face in Shirons thigh.
What the hell are you doing, really.
Shiron chuckled at Lucia with a somewhat incredulous look. He grabbed her shoulders and helped her get up.
It was dark, but he could see that Lucias face had turned red.
But this time, he couldnt tease her.
Heh.
She gritted her teeth, trying not to cry. Lucias face, trying hard not to shed tears, came into view.
Lucia knew it, too, and quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve. But the texture felt strange. Her sleeve was as fresh and fluffy as new.
What the
Lucia looked around her body. She was wearing a light, fluttering dress.
Where in the world did this come from
Are you going to stay like that?
What?
Lets go enjoy the festival.
Shiron said, grabbing Lucias hand and helping her get up. Lucia was a bit weak, so she had no choice but to go where he led her.
It doesnt smell like blood from my body
Even as she was being dragged, Lucia kept touching her hair and clothes.
Her hair smelled of fragrant hair oil, and the shoes she was wearing were silk stockings.
Lucia looked around her.
At this late hour, when everyone was asleep, stars twinkled in the night sky.
And where Shiron took her, there were still embers in the bonfire that hadnt gone out yet.
A festival. Theres nothing here.
The moon and stars are shining beautifully. Isnt that romantic?
At Shirons grinning face, Lucia was at a loss for words.
Are you an idiot? Have you lost your mind?
Now, she didnt even have the energy to curse. But Shiron didnt care and extended his hand to Lucia.
What is this?
Are you not going to take it? Lets dance.
Sigh.
This place is like a ballroom. Its the perfect place to dance, right?
Instead of taking Shirons hand, Lucia touched her aching forehead. She had planned to beat him to death once she came to her senses. But somehow, she felt drained of energy.
You really are
Talkative.
Shiron took Lucias hands. Lucia tried to shake off Shirons hands, but somehow, she didnt have the strength in her hands.
No music was needed. Shiron danced to the sound of crickets chirping.
It was a bit
What Shiron did was take her small hand and sway.
His steps around the bonfire were clumsy to anyone watching.
Ahahaha-
Lucia burst into laughter at Shirons ridiculous appearance.
Idiot. Is this how you dance?
Uh? Isnt dance supposed to be like this?
Just shut up.
Lucia sighed deeply and glared at him.
Enough time had passed since she woke up, so she gradually started feeling strength return to her body. But for some reason, she didnt feel like hitting Shiron.
Why was that?
Lucia didnt know either.
Something fluffy seemed to be blooming in her chest, but it was hard to explain.
So, Lucia decided to go with how she felt. Lucia tightly held Shirons hand.
Fine. Ill take the lead.
The dance led by Lucia was impressive enough to even make Shiron admire it.
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Chapter 77: Festival's Conclusion
It was surely just a passing remark.
When drunk, people often made slip-ups as their logical judgment became clouded by alcohol. That was why Shiron had been offering them drink after drink. He had immersed himself in the light-hearted atmosphere.
But then
What are you talking about?
Shiron realized he was unconsciously babbling, his steps then leading him towards the source of the conversation.
He approached the spot where the voices had come from. There was no specific thought or reason for his movement, just a curiosity about what elements of the game were not being shown.
Huh?
The red-faced drunkard widened his eyes upon seeing Shiron, a slightly awkward feeling arising as the boy who had been cheerfully pouring drinks froze.
Cough. Seems like youre interested in the story.
Yes. Would you mind elaborating more, if its not too much trouble?
Sure, its not a big deal.
The man sighed deeply and made a serious face, the slight buzz from the alcohol meeting Shirons gaze.
Have you ever read a fairy tale?
You mean the book where Hero Kyrie is the protagonist?
Lets be more precise, kid. Its not just a simple story about Hero Kyrie.
Margaret chimed in from behind Shiron.
One day, an evil god appeared and set the continent ablaze. Soon after, a hero named Kyrie emerged to save the world Thats the story.
Margaret gazed at her not fully filled glass of alcohol.
As time passed, the sunset reflected in the glass, the yellow and red hues mixing with Margarets golden eyes.
With a slightly flushed face, Margaret chuckled.
If its a family with hundreds of years of history, they all have a story to tell. Its not that special. Even my family, the Versailles, has a story where Hero Kyrie Versailles is the protagonist.
So
It wasnt until later that I found out there were countless families with similar stories. I know of at least twenty such families.
Thats fascinating.
Shiron nodded his head a bit belatedly.
When he first heard it, He thought it was nonsense. He thought Margaret, a woman, might have said some nonsense because she was drunk.
But in this place, in a place where quite a lot of people gathered, no one pointed out that fact. Rather, there were a few people who seemed to agree with what she said.
Its an unknown author, and we dont even know when it was written.
Dexter spat out a little nervously.
So, anyone who takes it seriously is a fool. We all believed without a doubt that our ancestors were legendary figures when we were children. But it was brutally shattered. The fact that the character Kyrie was not exclusive to one family How much we cried when we found out as children
Haha. This friend of mine. He may look fierce, but he has quite a pure side.
Enough with you.
Dexter clicked his tongue.
I had romance. I trained hard to become a hero in a story. I wonder how many of the people here did not do that.
Anyway, its too fanciful a story. I stopped clinging to it the moment I got older and had children.
But, Sir Hugo was different.
Margarets voice dropped a little as she gulped down the remaining alcohol in her glass.
Prient truly claimed to be the family that inherited Kyries bloodline and proudly declared that their family was the hero family in the story, which no one else had ever done.
The fight broke out in an instant. Margaret remembered when Hugo first came to the Arwen Plateau.
A country youth with a sword strapped to his waist.
That was their first impression of Hugo Prient.
It was natural that he became a laughing stock when a young man from the countryside with no title or decent territory to collect taxes from talked big. All the young nobles of the military laughed and ridiculed him.
So, what do you think happened next, young man?
There must have been a fight.
Right. Its obvious.
Margarets glass was empty, and Shiron hurriedly filled it up. Margaret smiled at his diligence.
But, those who fought with him instinctively knew.
Noses were broken,
Ribs were fractured,
Teeth were knocked out.
It wasnt just the young men who were beaten by Hugo. Even those in their prime, who were at the peak of their physical abilities, were no match for Hugo.
Thats not a matter of talent. We can only say its because our races are different. Having shown such power, both you and I had no choice but to acknowledge it. I was the head of the Versailles family back then as well, but after that incident, we locked all the ridiculous books of our family in the basement.
I burned them all. You have no conscience.
She realized she was using Shirons thigh as a pillow.
Feeling embarrassed, she quickly tried to lift her head and get up, but her body wouldnt cooperate. Lucia squinted her eyes and buried her face in Shirons thigh.
What the hell are you doing, really.
Shiron chuckled at Lucia with a somewhat incredulous look. He grabbed her shoulders and helped her get up.
It was dark, but he could see that Lucias face had turned red.
But this time, he couldnt tease her.
Heh.
She gritted her teeth, trying not to cry. Lucias face, trying hard not to shed tears, came into view.
Lucia knew it, too, and quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve. But the texture felt strange. Her sleeve was as fresh and fluffy as new.
What the
Lucia looked around her body. She was wearing a light, fluttering dress.
Where in the world did this come from
Are you going to stay like that?
What?
Lets go enjoy the festival.
Shiron said, grabbing Lucias hand and helping her get up. Lucia was a bit weak, so she had no choice but to go where he led her.
It doesnt smell like blood from my body
Even as she was being dragged, Lucia kept touching her hair and clothes.
Her hair smelled of fragrant hair oil, and the shoes she was wearing were silk stockings.
Lucia looked around her.
At this late hour, when everyone was asleep, stars twinkled in the night sky.
And where Shiron took her, there were still embers in the bonfire that hadnt gone out yet.
A festival. Theres nothing here.
The moon and stars are shining beautifully. Isnt that romantic?
At Shirons grinning face, Lucia was at a loss for words.
Are you an idiot? Have you lost your mind?
Now, she didnt even have the energy to curse. But Shiron didnt care and extended his hand to Lucia.
What is this?
Are you not going to take it? Lets dance.
Sigh.
This place is like a ballroom. Its the perfect place to dance, right?
Instead of taking Shirons hand, Lucia touched her aching forehead. She had planned to beat him to death once she came to her senses. But somehow, she felt drained of energy.
You really are
Talkative.
Shiron took Lucias hands. Lucia tried to shake off Shirons hands, but somehow, she didnt have the strength in her hands.
No music was needed. Shiron danced to the sound of crickets chirping.
It was a bit
What Shiron did was take her small hand and sway.
His steps around the bonfire were clumsy to anyone watching.
Ahahaha-
Lucia burst into laughter at Shirons ridiculous appearance.
Idiot. Is this how you dance?
Uh? Isnt dance supposed to be like this?
Just shut up.
Lucia sighed deeply and glared at him.
Enough time had passed since she woke up, so she gradually started feeling strength return to her body. But for some reason, she didnt feel like hitting Shiron.
Why was that?
Lucia didnt know either.
Something fluffy seemed to be blooming in her chest, but it was hard to explain.
So, Lucia decided to go with how she felt. Lucia tightly held Shirons hand.
Fine. Ill take the lead.
The dance led by Lucia was impressive enough to even make Shiron admire it.
Chapter 77: Festival's ConclusionIt was surely just a passing remark.When drunk, people often made slip-ups as their logical judgment became clouded by alcohol. That was why Shiron had been offering them drink after drink. He had immersed himself in the light-hearted atmosphere.But thenWhat are you talking about?Shiron realized he was unconsciously babbling, his steps then leading him towards the source of the conversation.He approached the spot where the voices had come from. There was no specific thought or reason for his movement, just a curiosity about what elements of the game were not being shown.Huh?The red-faced drunkard widened his eyes upon seeing Shiron, a slightly awkward feeling arising as the boy who had been cheerfully pouring drinks froze.Cough. Seems like youre interested in the story.Yes. Would you mind elaborating more, if its not too much trouble?Sure, its not a big deal.The man sighed deeply and made a serious face, the slight buzz from the alcohol meeting Shirons gaze.Have you ever read a fairy tale?You mean the book where Hero Kyrie is the protagonist?Lets be more precise, kid. Its not just a simple story about Hero Kyrie.Margaret chimed in from behind Shiron.One day, an evil god appeared and set the continent ablaze. Soon after, a hero named Kyrie emerged to save the world Thats the story.Margaret gazed at her not fully filled glass of alcohol.As time passed, the sunset reflected in the glass, the yellow and red hues mixing with Margarets golden eyes.With a slightly flushed face, Margaret chuckled.If its a family with hundreds of years of history, they all have a story to tell. Its not that special. Even my family, the Versailles, has a story where Hero Kyrie Versailles is the protagonist.SoIt wasnt until later that I found out there were countless families with similar stories. I know of at least twenty such families.Thats fascinating.Shiron nodded his head a bit belatedly.When he first heard it, He thought it was nonsense. He thought Margaret, a woman, might have said some nonsense because she was drunk.But in this place, in a place where quite a lot of people gathered, no one pointed out that fact. Rather, there were a few people who seemed to agree with what she said.Its an unknown author, and we dont even know when it was written.Dexter spat out a little nervously.So, anyone who takes it seriously is a fool. We all believed without a doubt that our ancestors were legendary figures when we were children. But it was brutally shattered. The fact that the character Kyrie was not exclusive to one family How much we cried when we found out as childrenHaha. This friend of mine. He may look fierce, but he has quite a pure side.Enough with you.Dexter clicked his tongue.I had romance. I trained hard to become a hero in a story. I wonder how many of the people here did not do that.Anyway, its too fanciful a story. I stopped clinging to it the moment I got older and had children.But, Sir Hugo was different.Margarets voice dropped a little as she gulped down the remaining alcohol in her glass.Prient truly claimed to be the family that inherited Kyries bloodline and proudly declared that their family was the hero family in the story, which no one else had ever done.The fight broke out in an instant. Margaret remembered when Hugo first came to the Arwen Plateau.A country youth with a sword strapped to his waist.That was their first impression of Hugo Prient.It was natural that he became a laughing stock when a young man from the countryside with no title or decent territory to collect taxes from talked big. All the young nobles of the military laughed and ridiculed him.So, what do you think happened next, young man?There must have been a fight.Right. Its obvious.Margarets glass was empty, and Shiron hurriedly filled it up. Margaret smiled at his diligence.But, those who fought with him instinctively knew.Noses were broken,Ribs were fractured,Teeth were knocked out.It wasnt just the young men who were beaten by Hugo. Even those in their prime, who were at the peak of their physical abilities, were no match for Hugo.Thats not a matter of talent. We can only say its because our races are different. Having shown such power, both you and I had no choice but to acknowledge it. I was the head of the Versailles family back then as well, but after that incident, we locked all the ridiculous books of our family in the basement.I burned them all. You have no conscience.She realized she was using Shirons thigh as a pillow.Feeling embarrassed, she quickly tried to lift her head and get up, but her body wouldnt cooperate. Lucia squinted her eyes and buried her face in Shirons thigh.What the hell are you doing, really.Shiron chuckled at Lucia with a somewhat incredulous look. He grabbed her shoulders and helped her get up.It was dark, but he could see that Lucias face had turned red.But this time, he couldnt tease her.Heh.She gritted her teeth, trying not to cry. Lucias face, trying hard not to shed tears, came into view.Lucia knew it, too, and quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve. But the texture felt strange. Her sleeve was as fresh and fluffy as new.What theLucia looked around her body. She was wearing a light, fluttering dress.Where in the world did this come fromAre you going to stay like that?What? Lets go enjoy the festival.Shiron said, grabbing Lucias hand and helping her get up. Lucia was a bit weak, so she had no choice but to go where he led her.It doesnt smell like blood from my bodyEven as she was being dragged, Lucia kept touching her hair and clothes.Her hair smelled of fragrant hair oil, and the shoes she was wearing were silk stockings.Lucia looked around her.At this late hour, when everyone was asleep, stars twinkled in the night sky.And where Shiron took her, there were still embers in the bonfire that hadnt gone out yet.A festival. Theres nothing here.The moon and stars are shining beautifully. Isnt that romantic?At Shirons grinning face, Lucia was at a loss for words.Are you an idiot? Have you lost your mind?Now, she didnt even have the energy to curse. But Shiron didnt care and extended his hand to Lucia.What is this?Are you not going to take it? Lets dance.Sigh.This place is like a ballroom. Its the perfect place to dance, right?Instead of taking Shirons hand, Lucia touched her aching forehead. She had planned to beat him to death once she came to her senses. But somehow, she felt drained of energy.You really areTalkative.Shiron took Lucias hands. Lucia tried to shake off Shirons hands, but somehow, she didnt have the strength in her hands.No music was needed. Shiron danced to the sound of crickets chirping.It was a bitWhat Shiron did was take her small hand and sway.His steps around the bonfire were clumsy to anyone watching.Ahahaha-Lucia burst into laughter at Shirons ridiculous appearance.Idiot. Is this how you dance?Uh? Isnt dance supposed to be like this?Just shut up.Lucia sighed deeply and glared at him.Enough time had passed since she woke up, so she gradually started feeling strength return to her body. But for some reason, she didnt feel like hitting Shiron.Why was that?Lucia didnt know either.Something fluffy seemed to be blooming in her chest, but it was hard to explain.So, Lucia decided to go with how she felt. Lucia tightly held Shirons hand.Fine. Ill take the lead.The dance led by Lucia was impressive enough to even make Shiron admire it.
