Chapter 900 – Festival of Romance (2)
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What is your greatest joy as a parent?
That, of course, is the happiness and success of their children. No matter what anyone said, Shiro and Neman thought so, and decided to believe it.
Then, what is the greatest joy as a teacher?
That is, of course, when the disciple surpassed himself.
That’s what I believe, is there anything more gratifying than seeing the success of my one and only daughter and disciple? Sirona sincerely wished that her daughter, Dana Verbeia, would have a good husband, a recognized job, and a reputation that would spread far and wide.
Much to her mother’s delight, the wish came true.
As a result lightly beyond her shallow imagination.
[… Does Dana really live here?]
Neither Sirona nor Neman had ever strayed far from a corner of Britannia in her entire life.
A town near her native land, Alwyn and Acorn Key resurgence Hughes Royt were still fine.
The fact that my daughter lived in the largest and most magnificent mansion in Hughesreuth would have made me feel genuinely happy and thrilled.
Even when she saw Atlantis, she somehow understood.
When this island was purified, it was an ancient site that was no different from ruins.
But what about now?
All kinds of buildings in Atlantis, which were built by moving the ruins to the ground, were comparable to castles.
Her head was full of question marks when she heard rumors of even a moving island, but her head throbbed the moment she saw Atlantis, where the elite dwarves of Nida Bellir’s royal workshop gave their all.
“Madam? What’s your problem?”
Leitling, her bicorn who was taking her away, turned around and asked a question.
“What, problem? No, no problem… Madam?”
Rather than having been called to her daughter’s house—though she didn’t actually live on Danagai Island—I felt like being called by her royal family, so I stuttered her words and opened her mouth.
Madam? Are you madam?
‘… Wouldn’t it have been better to wear something nicer than this robe?’
There’s no such thing as fancy clothes, though.
Can I ask Dana to get me some decent clothes? She didn’t want to wear many layers of clothing, but she didn’t want Ulster’s naked culture to weigh her daughter in her estimation.
Leitling kindly put her hand on her chest and said.
“Yes. Madame Dana is waiting for you, but if she’s feeling unwell, would you like her to take a break? I know it won’t be a big problem if you arrive a little late.”
“… No, just take heart. Let’s go.”
Having flown several continents in just one letter, she shook off her confusion.
Whatever it is, she is a daughter who grew up so wonderfully under an ugly mother. She even uses a ridiculous magic that says that such a daughter jumps over her space, and if she calls herself, then she must be that important.
‘Are you pregnant?’
No, it is premature to expect. There’s a chance it’s bad news. She held her staff tightly.
‘Dana rarely relies on me, but I can’t show a pathetic side.’
She was determined not to lose heart, and I arrived at a laboratory in her living quarters.
“Come on, Mom! Ruler! Sit down!”
And as soon as she arrived, she was seated in an overstuffed chair by Dana’s hand.
“Pen and ink here! The rest of the paper is here! If there’s anything lacking, just ask these doll-like kids with the same face and they’ll bring it to you! Got it?!”
“Uh? M-what?”
“Then I will go!! Please write well!!”
Dana, whose dark circles came down quickly, disappeared as if she had wings.
Shiro holding her feather pen, I opened her mouth and froze. High Lomain, an Ulster archeology professor who was playing with a pen in the same room, took her neck with a helpless smile.
“Welcome, Mr. Sirona. See you again.”
“Now, sleep? Why are you here again?”
As her head priest, Shirona forgot even the way she spoke to protect her dignity. Hyromain, who had been quiet for a while after the liberation of Atlantis, replied with a smile.
“There must be a few things we would like to see face to face. Because of Ulster history, of course.”
“History? Did you finish cleaning up last time?”
“Yeah. So this entry will be a little different.”
“Chu, exhibit? An entry?”
I thought it was quite fast in Britannia, but it was a word I didn’t know.
‘Exhibit. Give stuff entries. Artwork to submit?’
Her blood couldn’t be fooled, and her intelligence, which she had also passed on to Dana, searched the interior of her room.
“Ugh… Uhhhhh… Die… They all die…”
“Cheer up… But we’re off work…”
“There’s a reason why wages are so high… I thought she was generous because she was the wife of a wealthy family…”
“I liked it because there were many shifts and the work was easy… It’s crazy because something happens…”
Some of Dana’s researchers he’d seen before, and a few researchers he’d never seen before—perhaps newly hired—were writing and fighting the Suma.
Seeing that there are almost no dark circles, it seems that the original work was quite comfortable.
That is until I commute to and from this room.
“… Jeanne. Can you explain?”
“I don’t know if you have heard the latest news from Romania. It is said that at some events held in the middle of the festival, the legends and myths of old Erinn will be submitted as books.”
That was a neat explanation.
Thanks to that, Sirona noticed that High Romain must have received the same explanation.
“Just in time, there is a great confusion of history/belief, and the religion of the god Loki, which has been handed down from the age of gods, is on the rise. Maybe that’s why the Vicons, who are said to be Loki-sama’s descendants, gave some opinions… ”
“… Do you leave distorted or actual myths in writing?”
It was my response to the artwork that adorned her room or the poetry she realized in her history books.
Hi Romain covered his mouth in surprise.
“Oh? You are great too. That is correct.”
“That’s because it’s similar to what you and I did last time.”
Since the Great War of the Golden Age, human history has been severed and distorted.
Now that the fact has become a firm truth due to the evil deeds of the Romanian emperors, the archaeological world has been greeted with a great boom with the excavation of Azteca and Hittite civilizations.
“Anyway, Azteca, Hittites are originally the lot of Romanian researchers. The fact that we can’t just watch is Miss Dana… No, it was the Countess’s theory.”
“It seems like a good starting point.”
Shiro I touched her chin.
I found out in her car to hear the news of her daughter, but she also knew her rough circumstances.
When nothing’s going on, she says, ‘This and that about Ulster is wrong’?
There’s no way people will listen
There will be more cases of objection and ignoring.
‘Overcoming evaluation, discrimination, and recognition usually takes a lot of time.’
But what if now?
Archaeological proof is a task that takes time, but public awareness and academic evaluation are two different things. What if you appeal through easy-to-reach media such as writing, painting, or fairy tales?
It would be good for researchers here because their unpopular majors will be more popular.
Even if it’s not that, it’ll be an achievement to add a line to your resume as a scholar.
And what about the Ulsterians?
‘This festival is an opportunity to change public perception.’
A chance to join hands with bicorns and change the nation’s evaluation!
‘… So that someday, when the Ulsterians are about to come out into the world, there will be no noise.’
To prevent discrimination or misunderstanding, so that we can understand each other better.
Realizing the wishes of her proud daughter warmed a part of my heart.
“… If that’s the case, I can’t stay still.”
Upon regaining her smile, I told her friend that she was interested in the culture of the people.
“I understand the situation. She doesn’t seem to be playing with Dana either, and she’s more than happy to help.”
“Whoops. I knew you would say that. I’m happy.”
“I am. So, how long do we have left until the submission?”
She is not yet familiar with the world, but she knows about her delivery contract.
It is a work of condensing history, expressing it in an easy-to-understand manner, and adding pictures. She was a Pictish who drew patterns and she had written books, so her outline was captured.
It seems to have progressed to some extent, maybe 20 days?
‘No. Given that the researchers are in a hurry, it might be about half of it.’
Obviously, it was announced during the festival, so it must have been about 15 days.
If it’s only 10 days, then short is short. I have no choice but to stay up all night——
“Oh, so. There are five days left.”
“… How many days?”
“Five days. The festival is two days away. As for the entry, my employer’s back is strong, so it may be a bit late, but considering the time when tourists return home and printing, it should be completed on the third day of the festival… Mr. Sirona?”
… Oh, I can’t hear you even if I say this.
Seeing Shirona’s bewildered expression, Hi-Lo Main shook her head, saying she couldn’t help it. If she’s still like that after 10 minutes, I’ll just let her wake up.
‘I don’t know if Alice is doing well.’
Her companion and friend… In Alice is a survivor of the few unicorn gods.
Considering that she, who was crying and thrilled after meeting her bi-cons and the Loki god, was eagerly spitting out the lore of her unicorn god, she couldn’t stop her hand either.
Hi-Lo Main slapped her cheek and looked up her references.
After she summarizes the history, a hired novelist abbreviates her phrases, and after Dana confirms her, illustrators draw them into pictures.
The first work of the Ulster myth to be shown to the world.
Although I may be lacking in ability, I didn’t want to show it off with shameful perfection.
“… There. She is pure white from head to toe.”
Then, having regained her sanity, Shirona gestured behind her.
“Confirm the call of the referee. Do you have any requests for this object?”
When she called, her Val Curie, who had nothing to do but her office assistant, approached her.
Shiro I wrote a letter to her, and took her blood to afflict her.
“I want you to send this letter and message to the Pict-in village.”
She said, handing her sealed letter to Val Curie.
“[This is the order of the priest. Gather all priests who have spare hands]”
The priest chief and the priest chief’s daughter are having a hard time, but she writes when things called priests are playing.
After all, the Picts are a people who share both joy and sorrow.
“It is also my mother. She will not die alone.”
The fact that Dana smiled broadly upon receiving her letter was a secret that only her confidant and creature, Val Curier, would carry to her grave.
