Chapter 117 – 64-1 the First Day of the Festival.

“Looks like you’ve come to the right place.”

Blazing Crimson Hair.

Golden eyes that cannot lie.

As if to show off her voluptuous body, the red woman with her arms crossed was standing in front of the academy gate, waiting for her turn.

Regardless of age or gender, all of the races who glanced at Clos Sero blushed.

Of course, Closero, noticing the nasty gaze, wanted to kill the worms that were giving him the nasty gaze by moving his fingers.

She just stood her still and she just patiently waited for her turn until it was her turn.

If anyone who knew her had seen her like this, she would have been startled and terrified.

Closero, who disliked waiting, hated gatherings, hated weak races, and began to get angry when the mean tone and disgusting gaze were pierced at him.

A species that lines up like a swarm of ants.

Seeing herself standing in line among the races she so insignificantly regarded objectively, Clos Cerro burst out laughing rather than anger.

‘You have to be patient. I can’t cause trouble in order to meet the black woman and Allen.’

Why does the transcendent existence of the continent, the red dragon Clos Cerro, follow the rules of society?

The reason is simple.

As I said before, you don’t have to do anything unnecessary to meet Le Canet and Allen.

This was Closero, a fact he was well aware of.

Do you need to take a detour just because a swarm of ants is passing in front of you?

It is said that due to her nature, the races in front of her and behind her burst into flames and scream.

Even if he died without knowing why, Clos Sero would not even budge.

However, I persevered.

I didn’t want an unfortunate incident that caused trouble and prevented me from entering the academy.

If she was the woman she used to be, she would have burned everyone down to ashes with one blazing gesture.

If she had been the woman she used to be, she would have walked proudly toward the place she wanted, ignoring their screams for help.

However, since meeting Allen, I think it is fortunate that her inner world has changed for the better.

And later, having a conversation with Le Canet, whom she knew would die, she stood up with her heavy ass.

If only I hadn’t met Allen and Le Canet.

The creatures who talked lively about green vegetation and festivals would have died without knowing why.

No, it wouldn’t have been here in the first place.

‘Anyway, it seems like today is a festival. When I see that my energy is fluctuating more excited than usual.’

Still with her arms crossed to emphasize her breasts, Clos Cero’s mana from the races in line with her fluctuated.

Tremor different from fear.

‘Since Allen is also a student here, he must have prepared something. More than that, you didn’t even say a word to make fun of me. You haven’t been educated yet.’

Under the scorching sun.

Clos Sero, without a parasol and wearing a tight-fitting dress as if to show off her sultry figure, crossed her arms and thought only that if she met Allen, she would give her a prick.

Even so, the corners of her mouth went up a little as she imagined the funny, bewildered face of Allen secretly coming here and seeing her surprised.

****

“Rosaria.”
“Yes, Elder.”
“It’s definitely hot because there’s no shade…”

Evelyn and Rosaria, wearing wide-brimmed hats and black parasols, cool off by fanning their hands.

“I guess I should have come out a little earlier.”
“…The summer heat outside is quite substantial. When I was in the village, I didn’t even know it was hot thanks to the pleasant breeze.”
“Should I call the wind spirit…?”
“If you call me for something like this, I will be scolded… I have to put up with it. Whoa…”

Two elves, Evelyn and Rosaria, endure the scorching heat and wipe off the beads of sweat with the single thought of meeting Allen.

No, Rosaria looked better than that, but Evelyn’s case was a little different.

In the case of Rosaria, she was the leader in charge of the watchman of the forest, so while she roamed around the village and the forest, her stamina was superior to her heat.

Evelyn, let alone the heat, she rather held the position of elder and lived only at home from beginning to end, and she only occasionally walked around the village.

“Rosaria…”
“Yes, Elder.”
“For now… How much will it be…?”
“It’s our turn soon, so please cheer up a little more…! If I fall down like this, I won’t be able to meet Allen and I will have to go back.”
“…Okay. In order to see that guy’s surprised face, you have to put up with this heat… Ah. It should be…”

Evelyn’s feet trembled as if she had slightly eaten her heat.

Rosalia, who saw her teeth from the side, was so worried about Evelyn, her own older sister, before she was her elder.

“That, though. If I show her pain like this, maybe Allen will be disappointed, will she come then when she becomes cool…?”
“…No. Can you stand it…? Who, who…?”
“Are you Evelyn and Rosaria?”

Evelyn, who was about to say that she could stand it, saw someone’s leg for a moment.

And when she looked up, a tall man with a rather stiff tone called them by name, making her nervous.

Nevertheless, Evelyn, who took her heat, stood upright and looked up at the man, trying not to show weakness.

“Who are you to know our names?”
“You got it right. A wide-brimmed hat. Pure white skin. Her sister and brother.”
“Answer. Who are you.”
“Nice to see you. I am Allen’s close friend, and I am ‘Welton Arsuna’ who claims to be Allen’s sword. I came to see you two.”

Wellton politely greets the elf sisters and asks them to follow him.

But…

“I don’t know who they are wearing, but there is no reason for us to follow them. She speaks as if she knows Allen very well, but we can’t just follow you like a kid who easily follows her for candy.”
“That’s right. So Allen asked me to tell you this if you two don’t follow me, she doesn’t believe me.”
“…What did you want me to tell you?”
“He said he prepared delicious meat and the only play in the world that everyone, regardless of gender or age, loves. And lastly, Evelyn, as if she was sorry that she bought the bookstore only for Rosaria on the weekend. I heard that I have prepared a present for you as well.”

Wellton’s hard tone.

And Evelyn and Rosalia, who had heard Allen’s words through her long ears hidden under a hat, exchanged glances for a moment before looking at Welton.

“All right. Then let me follow you. However, if it shows any suspicious movements then…”
“I will keep that in mind. Then you two will follow me.”

The elf sisters follow Welton out of the crowd who came to see the academy festival.

“Is what that man is saying true, Elder?”
“…If you falsely coaxed us out, then we should be held accountable.”
“You didn’t… You didn’t freak out because of the present, did you?”
“…It’s not? I don’t… Well, anyway… No. I’m not.”

Embarrassed by her Rosaria’s words that it was her gift, Evelyn stammered her and stared at Rosaria with her blushing face.

“I also… Want to receive a present… It’s dishonest to receive only you…”

****

“Everyone checks their lines for the last time. Make sure the set and props are okay.”

On the day of the festival.

Following Cordelia’s words, both A and B classes carefully examined the lines, sets, and props.

“We will start the festival in the next few hours. So, everyone, without regret, do stupid things and make mistakes, and you will be ridiculed for the rest of your life by the people who came to watch, so be prepared.”

Looking at Cordelia who still doesn’t say a word to cheer up even though it’s her festival day, you can say that she is like her.

Still, whether there was an effect or not, the guys who were getting ready in a festive atmosphere were checking the lines, sets, and props again, to see if they didn’t want to be embarrassed by being talked about for a long time.

“Allen Mestia.”
“Huh? Why are you calling me?”
“The play starts in three hours.”

The worn-out script was in Vivian’s hand, as if she had slept hugging the script for the past few days.

‘Looks like he worked hard.’

It’s not what I wrote though, but I still felt good.

Imagine how rewarding it is to imagine Vivian, who practiced so much that the script ended up like that.

“I’ll start here with the third line of 12P.”
“Oh, yes. 12P third…”

Vivian’s mournful voice seemed to touch people’s hearts.

The blue-white girl’s voice had the power to attract people.

Desperate voice. Shape of eyes. Gesture.

Since all of these things come together, isn’t it really born to become an actress?

“…That’s good. He’s definitely good at acting.”
“…Quickly say the next line.”

As if he was quite ashamed of the praise I was receiving, he turned halfway around and threatened me to say something quickly.

“Okay. Then…”

Along with the sound of turning over the script, Allen also showed a more earnest expression and voice as if he was repaying Vivian’s acting.

I looked at Vivian.

“How is it?”
“Not bad…”
“Did you get it on me?”
“What?”
“Not bad. I say this out of habit…”
“I didn’t get it…So practice.”

Vivian, who was told to practice while turning her half-turned body completely, headed somewhere.

Left alone, Allen smiles quietly as he sees her flowing blue-white hair.

“It must have been a lot of friendship. Compared to the first. So, did you bring the Evelyns well?”

She left behind the script to wait at the place she had promised to Welton, with Evelyn and others.

‘Because we’re preparing for the festival, we’re running out of time, so we have to hurry.’