Chapter 899 – Festival of Romance (1)
Ralilura’s husband is busy every day.
I’ve never really complained about that fact. She’s quite honest with herself, so she won’t lie that she has no complaints at all, but she’ll be understanding there.
The natural return of the artificial throne. Recovering from or repaying the wounds of those who participated in the war.
Announcement of Romania’s victory. A statement publicizing the remuneration for participating in the war and the fight with Henir.
Isn’t it the right time to be very busy with countless other things?
After recognizing the death of Henir and defeating even the rampaging spider gods, she is Lari Lu Lada, who returns to Britannia’s estate because she has no particular job to do.
She has no intention of using her group now to such an extent that her husband is late to come home.
“Hey uh…”
So, it was for a different reason that she let out her sigh.
Lari Lula, who lay immodestly on her sofa, let out a deep sigh.
“Ha…”
Veronica, who was sitting on the same couch, sighed too.
Veronica was sitting helplessly on the sofa that a merchant from somewhere had given her as a gift, and Lalilla was lying on Veronica’s lap.
─Gorolong.
And on Rari-Lura’s chest, her pet cat Teresa was enjoying the stroking of Lari-Lura, as if her touch was pleasant for the first time in a while.
Although the phantom thief sisters’ sister and the bicorns were taking care of it, it was a surprisingly affectionate cat.
“Eww.”
Veronica dryly stroked the cheeks and hair of Lari Lura, who had been petting her cat.
Her face was crushed like rice cakes, but Lari Lura was helplessly kneaded, and she didn’t say a word of dislike.
They looked like broken-hearted girls, but they deserved it.
“… 10 years.”
“It’s long…”
A goddess who is almost like their common idol.
I was told that Loki = Rodur, who was called the Crown Crown, would not be able to see me for 10 years because of the treatment.
“Is there me too? It’s not like I want you to keep getting hurt or die…”
“Know. I don’t even know.”
As if to say nothing more, Veronica pinched the nose of a girl who looked like her brother.
Loki had a stance of not wanting to undergo surgery, but judging from the reactions of everyone who heard the news of the treatment—and bicorns—there was a high possibility that he would end up with an empty check.
“It’s equally sad to say goodbye that you can go see each other at any time, but it’s only likely that you’ll feel sad if you never see each other for at least 10 years. It’s a happy thing, so I won’t cry.”
Veronica, with her melancholy expression, rubbed her lovely sister’s cheek.
“Through research and practice, the limitations of space have become meaningless at all, but overcoming the distance in time is still a long way off.”
They are the ones who became possible to commute between continents with
However, 10 years seemed long to humans as well as to Veronica, a god.
─Click!
“I’ve been… What happened?”
It was only natural that Nefertiti, who had returned from a trip to Hughesreuth, the territory entrusted to the Nords, would be puzzled when she saw her.
“Ah, you’ve been there…”
Lalilura waved her hand. Nefertiti guessed why they were doing that.
“… Nord, can’t you come home today?”
“It would be sad if I said that~… Just? My heart is already heavy thinking about saying goodbye to Loki-sama for 10 years…”
A girl with a tear-stained face in her voice as if her jade beads were rolling could be lovely, but Nefertiti tilted her head left and right before saying calmly.
“If you live, we can meet again. Are you afraid the operation will fail?”
“Isn’t the success or failure of surgery not something that can change just because we think about it?”
“It’s the same as parting.”
“… Eh, it seems kind of cruel. You, too, have said that in autumn, tears fall even when leaves fall. This is the season to be emotional.”
“Still summer.”
That’s right, no matter how much I thought about it, the period of parting wasn’t shortened. Veronica grumbles while hugging Lalilura as if in a fit of rage.
“Nyaaaaagh?!”
Buried between her voluptuous breasts, Teresa let out a shrieking scream and fled, stopping in front of Nefertiti. Theresa started spinning around her, her tail upright.
She seemed interested in the envelope she was carrying, but Nefertiti shook her head.
“I don’t have your snacks.”
“… Nyak!”
… Widely!
As if he understood her words, Theresa lowered her tail, pawed her on the floor, and climbed up. She was probably weak in her own charms, so she seemed to be going to her franc next to Lari Lura.
“Ugh… What did you buy… ?”
When Larry Lura, suffering from Veronica’s bare hugs, asked as she stretched out like her doll, Nefertiti rustled her envelope and pulled out a wad of yarn from her.
“This.”
“Woolen yarn? Oh, you said you knit sweaters, right?”
“Yes. Now it’s in my hands I bought it with good yarn.”
Besides that, she was the one who bought things to teach Frank how to make her scented candles.
“… If your hands are busy, your worries are forgotten.”
Fidgeting with her yarn, she asked cautiously.
“Would you like to do something? If the country is okay… I will help.”
She is not emotionally rich enough to readily sympathize with her longing for a breakup.
But when she thought of being separated from people she cared so much for, like Brunach and the rest of her family, for more than ten years, she seemed to understand it vaguely.
Veronica and Lalilura put on dazed faces, then burst into laughter.
Nefertiti paused and opened her eyes slightly with a flushed expression.
“… Did I say something strange?”
“… Put, aha! Ahahahaha♡! No, it can’t be ♡! It’s not weird at all!”
– Jump! Shaking off the gloomy feeling that was like mud on a rainy day, Lalilura clung to Nefertiti. Nefertiti pushed her as she clung to her.
“… Away. Hot.”
“Aha♡! Nefertiti sister, you’re angry! After all, you’re cute!”
“Not cute at all. Go away.”
Lari Lou, who refused to accept her gooey hug—but her arms weren’t very strong—stuck at her and laughed wryly.
Veronica, who straightened her knees, also smiled brightly.
“Right. If you have time to be depressed, let’s use it for something more forward-looking.”
“Yes~♡! There is still time before Loki becomes the sleeping princess!”
“Larilura, get in the way. Away.”
That’s when the girls just talked about themselves and became noisy.
─Ugh!
A glow emanated from the magic circle in the corner of the mansion’s living room.
When returning to the mansion, if you do not set the coordinates of
So, a magic circle with a spell that interfered with
Chirin- Chirin-.
Upon returning from Romania, Tirshi entered the quarantine release pattern and walked out into the living room.
“I’m back. Oh? Are you feeling better now?”
“Huheung. Of course! It wouldn’t be hard for the senior to tie Loki to the operating table if he stayed depressed all the time! As the mascot of my family, I must always be full of smiles♡!”
Lalilura, who barely managed to get away, was proud. Sighing, Nefertiti half-opened her eyes.
“… Lie. Lalilura, I was about to die of sadness a little while ago. Hypocrisy. Cheeky.”
“Well, even pros sometimes sigh behind the scenes, right? This is a fact that even a child knows, so please keep it in mind♡? It’s nice that Nefertiti has such an innocent side!”
“… I can’t even perform at the circus anymore.”
“… Even the Countess can perform? Am I still on active duty? A green and plump circus ace who is presumably 20 years old and has excellent fan service, right?”
“A performance that can only applaud the nobility… Flattery coercion that went round. Countess Lalilura’s tyranny, is it okay as it is?”
“Sister Tyrsi! Sister Nefertiti is harassing me!”
“It’s wrong to be black first.”
Like an announcer reading a news article, Nefertiti recites hypotheses that are likely to happen. It was proof of their close relationship, but Lalilura sobbed sadly at the absence of a single ally.
“Sniff… Eww?”
Then she notices the Romanian newspaper that Tyrsi has put under her armpit.
At first glance, articles such as ‘Baichnia royal family, official visit after 20 years?’ Or ‘Holy relics of the Church of the Seven Great Gods, which have begun to revive again, are the blessings of the heavens’.
However, the string of phrases that Lalilura’s sensor detected first was something else.
─Tradition Festival! To ‘Ravennapolis’, the capital where various festivals are prepared!
“Festival?! A festival right?! It’s a festival?! Isn’t this a great chance to do a circus for the first time in a while?!”
Lalilura clenched her teeth at the news that a festival would be held again in the capital of Romania.
“Ah, it was. I forgot to tell you.”
– Wide open. Tyrsi opened her newspaper.
“As you can see, the festival is going to be held. The annual commemorative event, the Festival of Heaven, almost ended in disarray due to domestic sentiment, right? It looks like it will be a very grand festival.”
She deliberately refrained from the fact that this festival was a commonplace tool used by the powerful to appease the public in 【Middle Branch】, where there were not many things to enjoy.
Aren’t complicated calculations and stories related to politics important to those who enjoy the aftermath of war? It’s not like there’s any malice at all.
“It will be the first step for Romania to leap forward with a completely changed system.”
“… Uh, is it just a serious, sublime, ascetic festival?”
Tirshi smiled kindly at Lalilura, who was visibly depressed.
“Please. Is it the first official event under the Senate that invites lovers to date and even craftsmen of weapons, food, and wine from each country? There will be plenty of things to enjoy.”
“Kyaaaaa♡!! As expected, the Marquis Cornelius and the Emperor of the Heavenly Sword!! What do you guys know!! No, this is not the time!! I’ll go and pick up the circus preparations and reservations!!”
Even if it wasn’t as much as Lari Lura, who was proudly happy, Tirshi secretly smiled inside her as she looked at her family, who seemed to be secretly expecting her.
Apparently, the festival that was touched by the Nords seemed to get a good response from them too.
***
Romania’s capital, Ravennapolis.
In the basement of the once empire, shining like bright sunlight with the vigor of victory, a man and a woman in her deep hood gathered together and cast shadows on the gloomy candlelight.
〈… Everyone gathered. Start the meeting.〉
The man with a muscular physique spoke like a chairman.
It was a small muttering, as if someone should not listen to it, but everyone gathered here was focusing on his words as if it were a scripture of a god, so no one did not hear it.
─Tch.
The woman in the seat closest to her chair crossed her feet and clicked her tongue.
As if the image of a happy future for people who share love is unpleasant.
The chairperson, who pulled down her hood, watched her lax attitude and intertwined her hands.
When the woman with her unfeminine hand giggled, the chairperson nodded heavily at her.
Brighter than a blue candle, burning eyes like a lantern, the chairman whispered lowly.
The reason why he gathered four followers who had the same will.
〈… Me, Mr. Nord?〉
Chairman Nord’s dark, fluorescent eyes glowed under her hood.
─Kuk kuk. Katherine, who had been listening quietly, raised her hand, holding her eyes closed as if she was in pain.
“I’m not very interested, and I don’t have a problem that deserves help, so can I stop going?”
─Whoops! Audrey turned over the hood and shouted.
〈… What was that, the low-night strategy? Quit?〉
Katherine’s disgusted gaze moved slightly. The blacksmith of her rough hands, Clara raised her thumb. 〈… Ah yes.〉 It’s her fault for asking. Catherine then looked with little expectation at her employer, Countess Nord von Wolfheddin, the hero of the great success story. He nodded his head heavily, more determined than when he was fighting Henir.
〈… Why did you fully use money and personal connections to hold the festival?〉
Originally, isn’t it a national rule to propose marriage after the war? Nord’s determination was firm. Katherine sighed at the employer’s unchanging attitude despite having four wives in, and an obvious laugh from the last member pierced through. ‘… Don’t steal and live a good life.’ Giving herself up to protest any further, Catherine blew out the enraged blue candle. 3 days until the festival. In intelligence, outside of Catherine’s duties, her duties continue.
