Chapter 120 – 64-4 the First Day of the Festival.
“…”
“…”
Awkward silence.
No, rather than an awkward silence, rather like a lamb trembling weakly in front of a beast.
Clos Cerro, sitting in an empty classroom chair, indifferently staring at Mirai, who trembled and bowed her head.
“Girl.”
“Yes, yes…! Why, why are you…”
Closero’s beautiful voice breaks the awkward silence, raising Mirai’s nervous head.
Mirai looked up at Clos Cerro’s golden eyes with fear and courage.
Clos Cerro, seeing the deep blue eyes and trembling body that looked straight at him, couldn’t believe that Le Canet was really there in such a little girl.
However, the vicious girl’s mana that clings darkly and the little girl’s mana matched surprisingly well.
“Hand.”
“Yes, yes?”
“Are you deaf? Show your hand.”
“Ah yes…!”
It was at that time that Mirai slowly raised her small, delicate hand trembling at Clos Sero’s intimidating tone that she could not deny.
[What are you asking for a hand for, fire lizard?]
“You look pretty cute. Now, can you get me a job as a clown who brings joy to the principal?”
[Are you good at talking nonsense?]
Le Canet, who appeared with his purple hair flowing, gently wrapped Mirai’s hand as he raised his hand in command.
“Your affection for human girls is special, isn’t it? A long time ago…”
[…
“Well, okay. Rather, did I do anything to a human girl, did I come out with such a cute appearance?”
[Yeah.. No, Chloe Sero. Do you know what you would do and dare to covet our Mirai’s hands with those ashes-filled hands?]
“We… Our mummies. A lot has changed, Lecane. Well, I swear I won’t treat you badly. I’m just looking at your mana.”
[…Oaths are like life to your species, so I’ll believe it. So, if you break that oath, even such an insignificant body will stick to your mind forever, until you die.]
Very small. Le Cane threatens Clos Cero with a voice so low that Mirai can’t hear it.
Clos Sero is really the queen of evil who swept half of the continent with an army of darkness just a few decades ago.
“Human bitch. Give her a hand again.”
[Are you okay. If anything. No, I’ll punish that old woman before anything happens.]
When the word old woman came out of Lecanet’s mouth, Clos Cero felt quite uncomfortable.
“You are bold.”
[Mirai. It’s okay, so you can hold out your hand]
Le Cane takes care of Mirai while ignoring Clos Cero.
“…Well, that’s good. It is the mercy of the strong. Don’t mind Come on, bitch. Let me give you a hand.”
Mira was relieved by Le Canet’s words, but when she heard Closser’s voice again, her spirits died.
However, Mirai holds out her trembling hand to Closero.
“Where…”
When I hold the cold, bloodless hand, Mirai makes a sound as if she is slightly startled and is startled.
In fact, Clos Sero was not particularly interested in human girls.
However, Allen’s request not to cause an accident.
Le Canet threatens to cling to her mind until she dies if anything happens to Mirai.
Then, along with the oath he had made himself, he suddenly thought that it wouldn’t be bad if he treated the little human girl a little warmly.
“Wait, it’s warm…”
As her cold hands gradually warmed up and she felt quite relieved, Mirai involuntarily said that they were warm, and as her trembling heart gradually calmed down, she looked up at her closet.
Burning crimson hair.
Beautiful golden eyes.
Her sharp nose and beautiful red lips.
She is so beautiful that I can only think of her as a woman.
Mirai’s close portrait was what she wanted, a very ideal figure.
‘The trembling has stopped.’
When Clos Cero felt that her Mirai’s tremors had completely stopped, she immediately took a closer look at her newly born mana, synchronized with Le Canet.
‘…Even on the sinister side, it’s the darkness that belongs to the highest level.’
‘Since ancient times, children born with this ominous curse have often been ostracized, killed, or eaten by their own mana before long… But they managed to survive.’
To see him still alive despite such a strong curse… It was strange indeed.
‘I don’t see any signs of transferring the curse to others… Or is Lecane scattering the curse so much that he can’t handle it? But if he grows beyond this, he will surely die.’
While holding her hand, Clos Cero examined her mana and let go of Mirai’s hand.
“Girl. What was your name?”
“Yes…? Ah, this is Mirai Mirai…!”
“Good night. One more would be fine.”
It was then that she tried to put her hand on Mirai’s head with a look that Clos Cero couldn’t do.
[For a moment. Are you trying to make a pact with Mirai without my permission?]
Le Canet, which was in his hand, moved to his head before he knew it, and pushed Clos Cero’s hot hand as hard as he could so as not to touch Mirai.
“Then, are you able to raise this girl upright and upright? If you make an oath with me…”
Drooling!
“Huh? What are you doing?”
Allen’s voice breaks the heightened atmosphere.
“Mirai.”
“Ah yes!”
“Come here. The play starts soon, so let’s go and get ready.”
“Yes…!”
Mirai glanced at Closero, and then, as if her eyes met, she hurriedly ran towards Allen.
“Wait for a sec. I have something to ask you.”
“Ah yes…!”
After closing the door, Allen asks Mirai to wait for a while and heads toward Clos Sero.
“What were you talking about?”
“You know nothing.”
“No way. Sadly Let’s go together.”
“Where are you talking about?”
“It’s a play.”
“You’re not free enough to watch mere human mischief, are you?”
“Don’t you think it’s leisurely to see a disciple flirting? Rather, I want to show Clos Sero a different side of me.”
I don’t know what happened, but to relieve the low mood, Allen invites Closcer to his play, telling her that he wants to show a new side of her, and she laughs.
“Joy. Deep in my memory. It should be a play that will not be forgotten even after death.”
With folded arms, proud golden eyes, a desire to subdue the expression that he would not forgive me for a trivial play arose.
“How could I recommend a trivial play to Clos Sero? You know it when you see it. Let’s go together.”
“Good night. If it’s boring, then you know what happened after that, right?”
“Sure. Instead, if you watch the play and are satisfied with it, what prize will I give you?”
“Under. How could I say that I should reward you?”
Clos Cerro sneered and began to laugh, as if he had been overcome by Allen’s comment that he should give the prize.
“Are you scared?”
“…What did you say? I was scared… Ha! It’s ridiculous. Really, I can’t even laugh because I’m so dumbfounded! Good night! I will give you a prize only if you make me happy!”
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When the play ends and the red curtain opens, the actors stand in a long line and bow to the numerous audience.
Then, the enthusiastic cheers and thunderous applause that made the auditorium collapse heated my heart, and I thought I could understand why singers give concerts.
“I had a hard time playing on the first day. Vivian.”
“Next time, don’t add lines with ad-libs.”
“Wasn’t it nice? The audience likes it too.”
“Don’t put it in.”
“…Yes, I won’t.”
To be honest, I am also a human being, so in front of a large audience, I was relaxed on the outside and nervous on the inside, so I shouted out my lines and forgot it for a moment.
Then, I had no choice but to ad-lib the lines.
I thought that the ad-libbed lines would be praised because the response was good, but it seems not to be the case.
“Anyway, except for that impromptu line, you had a hard time today, Allen Mestia.”
“You too, Vivian Araxis.”
“Don’t ever get your lines wrong tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry. One mistake is enough.”
“I will believe it.”
“Oh, really. You’re not doing it again? If you break tomorrow, I will be your servant, servant.”
“…That word. Keep that in mind.”
“…What?”
As the red curtain closed, Vivian looked at Allen’s face. She looked Allen straight into Vivian’s face.
“That… You don’t take it seriously, do you?”
“The Allen Mestia I know is a man who keeps his word.”
“I’m not a man who keeps to what I once said, am I? What misunderstanding…?”
“So make no mistake. If you don’t want to be my servant.”
Seeing Vivian speak seriously, he first thought that it was okay to make mistakes in his lines.
‘Isn’t that bad…? On the contrary, if I become Vivian’s servant, I will change her clothes and take care of her bath. Also…’
Above all, I said it as a joke.
Wouldn’t it be a little better to see that Vivian, who was hurt and hated men due to childhood trauma, took seriously the idea of becoming a servant?
“Vivian Araxis. What are you going to do after that?”
“I’m going to go see the festival with Miss Christine.”
“Ah, is that so? Too bad.”
“What do you miss?”
When asked why he is sorry, Vivian looks at Allen and asks.
“I wanted to go out with you. There is nothing you can do about it if you have a prior agreement.”
“If you want to go out with me, I think it would be polite to talk in advance and make an appointment. If you openly pretend to be sorry like this, you will feel sorry for yourself.”
“It is direct. Then how about tomorrow?”
“I will rest tomorrow.”
Vivian’s resolute way of speaking seemed to mercilessly trample on the heart of the person inviting her.
Of course, I’m being pushy.
“Then. Shall we meet on the last day of the festival? No, let’s meet.”
“…I don’t think there’s any reason to meet you until the last day of the festival…”
“What is it? Personally, Vivian, can’t I meet you?”
“…Not that it’s impossible, but still. It wouldn’t be much… Fun with me.”
Awkward gestures and answers. Somehow, Vivian’s appearance reminds me a lot of Mirai.
“Are you meeting Miss Christine because she’s having fun?”
“…No. It’s not like that.”
“So do i. Just what I can’t express it in words, but I want to tour the festival with you. Doesn’t it have any kind of snobbish meaning or intention at all?”
I don’t know if it’s true or false.
Because only the person who is in the heart of a person can know.
But… I wanted to believe it.
It’s been a life that no one believes in so far… But this time I wanted to believe it even if I knew it was a lie.
“…I’ll think about it.”
“Thank you.”
“…I just said that I’m still thinking about it… If I say no at the end, how are you going to say thank you…”
“I hadn’t even thought about that. Still, thank you for thinking of me. I’ll just go.”
Allen wanted to shake hands, but thought it was too much for now. He looked at Vivian for the last time before leaving and smiled mischievously.
“Tomorrow, I’ll digest the lines perfectly. So, there is no servant story?”
