Chapter 121 – 64-5 the First Day of the Festival.
Allen safely finished the play on the first day of the festival with enthusiastic cheers.
And with Clos Cerro, Mirai, and Le Cane, he walked around the campus and suburbs, looking at the various works made by the students, and sat in the shade of a tree with plenty of food to fill his hungry stomach.
“Did you enjoy it, Clos Cerro?”
Allen laughs and asks Chloe Sero, who is eating fried noodles, if it was fun.
Then Clos Sero sucks up the fried noodles with a thrilling sound, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, opens his red lips, and replies with a voice that says it’s not fun at all.
“…Very. Didn’t you take the title of principal?”
‘I had fun watching it… Again, showing useless pride, our Fire Lizard Master.’
“Well, it wasn’t a bad play. The children of families who were enemies of each other fell in love. And later, he met a tragic death, which I quite liked.”
‘Looks like he was looking properly.’
[I guess so. Our great fire lizard bitch was also a play, but she was staring at this bastard right here.]
“You did? Somehow, while I was acting, I kept feeling someone’s gaze burning hotly.”
Clos Cerro, with me on both sides, and Le Canet’s unintentional pincer attack put in the jellies, and the sound of wooden chopsticks breaking was faintly heard.
“…No matter how small you have become, you still have the habit of talking nonsense, dark girl?”
[What if this is my personality? Why did you catch me? So that you don’t get caught, secretly love like a heroine in a play…]
“… Le, Le Cane.”
[Right. I’ve seen Mirai too. Here, the fire lizard…]
“Bur, don’t be rude…!”
[…Uh? Mirai…? Go, why are you suddenly doing this…?]
She was still stuttering her words, but Mirai spoke firmly and scolded Le Canet.
And seeing Mirai like this for the first time, she must have been shocked that she had scolded herself for the first time. Le Canet opened her mouth and looked at Mirai with trembling eyes.
Clos Sero, who saw Le Cane’s embarrassed appearance for the first time, widened his golden eyes as if he was quite surprised, and soon burst into laughter so that Le Cane could hear it, and made an annoyed look.
‘This is the first time since Welton that Mirai has done something like that.’
Allen says that popcorn is perfect for this kind of situation, and while staring at the rice balls made with various garnish in her hand, she feels regret inside.
[Why, why, Mirai…? My, what did I do…?]
“Ah, no matter how friendly you are, you shouldn’t make fun of others…!”
[Uh…? That, but here, the fire lizard comes first…]
“Ah, it’s not okay…! That, and yes, don’t call pretty people weird nicknames…!”
[Mi-Mirai didn’t know, but I saw it. The fire here… No, Clos Cerro…!]
“Heh…!”
It may be the first time she has been scolded by Mirai, but she is flustered and makes a voice that seems to be making excuses.
Then, Le Canet’s eyes are opened again by the cheeky laugh, and she glares at the culprit of her laughter.
“You look really interesting, Le Canet. The four years of dealing with the darkness with ease are similar… Heh…!”
[…Be quiet, you motherfucker. Should I keep my consciousness awake and control it like a puppet…?]
“Dark… No, did you say mummy?”
“Ah yes…!”
“In the future, please teach our small and weak Le Cane good manners.”
“Ah, I see…!”
‘It’s an interesting combination.’
Clos Cerro caresses Mirai’s dark blue hair and smiles while looking at Le Canet with a look of displeasure.
Then, clenching his teeth and stroking Mirai’s head with eyes that were about to jump out, he glared at Clos Cerro as if to kill him.
“That’s it, today is a celebration, so let’s play happily. Mirai.”
“Yes, Lord Allen!”
“I have work today, so I have to go first. Shall we go out together tomorrow?”
“Ah… Yes…”
When Allen said that she had work today, Mirai’s happy expression from a few seconds ago accompanied her sullen voice and her head shaking helplessly.
“Closero-sama is also playing with Miraine today.”
“To put her main seat aside and meet someone else. It’s good to have guts. Did you get an item that could make her life infinite?”
“Because it’s a precedent. Sorry. We will repay you later.”
“Repay me. Good night. I showed you something interesting today, so I’ll let the principal show me a wide generosity.”
“The person who said he wasn’t satisfied with it earlier… I guess he liked my play quite a bit? Come to think of it, judging from what you said about the ending…”
“If you’re going to make fun of me, withdraw…”
“No. See you tomorrow then. See you tomorrow too Mirai.”
“Yes, yes…”
As Allen greets them, Mirai reluctantly shakes her hand with her wistful look on her face.
Clos Cerro also sighs with his arms crossed if he feels a little regretful.
‘Even if Mirai is like that, it’s a fire lizard. It’s the first time you’ve seen an expression of regret.’
‘…Are you arbitrarily interfering with the principal’s mind and betting a story?’
‘No way. Get rid of the little things say it. There must be no reason why you came here. Didn’t you come here to hear the story behind the story I told you then?’
‘It’s good that you talk fast. After all, even if the four years who swallowed the continent in darkness with their wicked tongues were betrayed by humans and reduced to a small and weak figure, I still forgot my cunning personality.’
‘It’s sarcastically to the point of being dirty. Anyway, now is not the time to talk. Later, when Mirai falls asleep, let’s talk about it.’
‘You care so much for Mirai. I wonder if she’s really the wicked woman I know.’
‘A fire lizard who is all alone after watching the bastard act.’
‘I guess you have to burn half more in that state for your spoiled mouth to become a little more polite?’
“Hey, hey, Lecane…”
[Why is that, Mirai?]
However, Le Canet, who jumped into Clos Sero’s mental world by the call, asks Mirai what’s going on with a friendly voice.
“Hey, let’s get close to Clos Cero-sama…!”
Although it was the first time she had seen her, Mirai thought of Clos Sero as her role model in her heart, and one day she wanted to grow up to be pretty and proudly stand next to Allen.
[…Okay. Mirai asked me so… I really should be friendly…]
“Huh…! Okay. Like Mirai says, let’s be friendly, Lecané. Also, let’s be close to Mirai too.”
“Yes…!”
“Well then, it would be a loss if we didn’t enjoy the entire festival. Let’s get up.”
****
“Did you wait?”
“I waited for you because you said you were coming soon, but an hour has passed?”
Evelyn flicks her fingers and toes as she crosses her arms, sending her glance at her asking why she’s late.
“It was late because someone suddenly came to talk. Sorry.”
“I’m sorry, everything? Huh?”
“Uh… Are you really sorry?”
“I’m a fool for expecting it. Done Where are you going?”
“I haven’t decided. Is there any place you want to go?”
When Allen asked where they wanted to go, Evelyn and Rosaria made eye contact and smiled.
“Classroom.”
“Classroom? What about the classroom?”
Allen was taken aback by her unexpected reply.
She obviously thought that she would choose the fun of various festivals that were new to the eyes of the elves, but it was quite surprising that she was talking about the classroom.
“It’s funny to go to the academy at this age, but I still wanted to see it. It’s a place I’ll be with you whether I like it or not.”
“I am of the same opinion as you, Allen. I want to see it in person as it is a place where I will be living with you for a long time to come.”
“Are you heartbroken? It’s unique.”
When he tries to stroke her golden hair, Evelyn, who cuts her Allen’s arm, says embarrassingly, blushing at her.
“…Knowing how old I am… I hope I don’t rush into expressing affection like this… Hehe…!”
“What does age matter?”
“Ha, don’t…!”
Allen raised her hand again and stroked her soft blond hair.
And Evelyn was acting like she was rejecting it with her bewildered gestures, but she didn’t seem to hate Allen’s touch, so her pretending to bounce off it seemed funny and cute.
“If you want to, let’s go to class. Rosa…”
“…Yes. Yes? Ah! Yes, did you call me?”
Rosaria, who was looking at Evelyn through her eyes of envy at her, answers Allen’s call in bewilderment.
“Shall I?”
“Ah…! That… Ah, yes… Please…”
Recognizing the meaning of the words, Rosaria, who stuttered her words deeply, replied with a small nod of her head as her face blushed like Evelyn.
“Come on.”
“…Yes!”
Rosaria, who looked at her from a distance, saying that she was envious, rushed to Allen with her bold reply and, unlike Evelyn, gently stroked her neck and her ears.
“…For a moment.”
“Why?”
“My hair… Rosaria’s the nape of my neck… Don’t you think the difference is huge?”
Rosaria, who was enjoying Allen’s soft hand, comes to her senses at Evelyn’s cold tone.
“It’s like … A gesture like I’m complimenting a child, and a gesture like Rosalia is to her lover. Obviously different…!”
When he said that with a serious expression… I felt sorry and pitiful for some reason.
“Then I’ll ask you seriously. Won’t you get angry if I do the same?”
“…Maybe. You will be angry So now, when you stroke her hair, do something different from the gesture you gave to Rosalia. Maturely.”
It’s strange.
In the elven village, a dignified attitude along with the title of elder.
Also, is the perverted disposition hidden within it, the arrogant and lustful elf who wants to make me his slave, thirsty for praise?
Was it because he worked so hard while serving as the village elder that he had no one to lean on… Or an elf?
“You worked hard, Evelyn.”
“…Why again? Are you stroking my hair…?”
“Just. I can’t explain it, but you seemed to like having my hair touched like this.”
“Who likes…”
His tone was gruff, but looking at his expression, he didn’t seem to hate it.
“Now let’s go to class soon.”
Allen quietly took the lead, removing her hand from her soft skin and soft hair.
And Evelyn, too, presses her hat down, and Rosaria, too, covers her flushed cheeks with her palms, as if to hide them.
The two elves hurriedly chase after Allen with their hats on.
