Chapter 397: Explore Again, Spring Festival 3
The timing of the event varies from year to year and the fundamentals take the form of âWhen spring grass flowers begin to create a green frame around the river of the Spirit Springs, the Chamber of Commerce and the Priest consult and decideâ. This festival is country-like and appropriate and light-hearted.
That should be it, too, and the basics are simply singing and dancing. It doesnât take a lot of preparation.
Other festivals can be imitated as having even more fun with booze and culinary behavior, but there are only a few new ones available at a time when the deal should still resume⊠It was accustomed to spring grass dishes at each home after the dance in the square.
This year, however, with aid supplies from everlasting elf territory (weed and meat for one more horse), that portion seemed to be overwhelming.
âYes, yes, this time the meat is from the family of cherry blossoms, and the wild grass is from the white Irina! Oh, my God, itâs just weed! You smell like shit. Youâre the only one with a name. Irina, youâre a dick! Donât complain to me like that! I was just told to advertise well, so hey, that hurts!? What the hell is going on?
Severies, who were in good shape as they walked between a group of tables stuck in the corner of the square (apparently patchy from a new tavern to close today), are jumping with some sudden soreness.
I looked around and there was Irina right around the corner, pointing her finger at Sevory with a slightly frustrated face.
â⊠what have you done, Irinaâ
âHmm. The punishment is the punishment. I didnât just insert pain around my back with a phantom.â
â⊠isnât that plain powerful?
Pain is the most powerful weapon for subjugating people. That would only be revolutionary if âwhat ifâ could be eliminated and tortured, and it would be an extremely intense mess during battle.
but Irina sighs as she puts her fingers back in her sleeve.
âItâs because of the phantom. I can get rid of it with temper, and it doesnât really work for a guy whoâs high in battle.â
âIllusions are only illusions. Besides, youâd better leave that kind of nasty idea to Deane.â
Irina laughing niggardly.
âMore than that, you seem to have a lot of free time. I wonder if my first opponent will serve as a scum.â
âWhat a dissatisfactionâ
âIâm not dissatisfied⊠but suddenly I can make up my mind with the flowâ
âThe sooner the better.â
Irina leaning on me sooo much.
but what stops it is Zubisi and his hand from the sideâŠâŠ Luna.
âIf you say the sooner you win, Iâm soonerâ
Luna is also in time for a eulogy by Aurora and Oregano, and her silver hair is beautifully knitted and draped by several ponytail-like pieces from behind her head. Wrapped in a dress with a deep blue tone, it still has an atmosphere such as which noble lady, except for the unwrought work done.
âThereâs no doubt that straw was faster to declare.â
âI touched it faster.â
âWell, then, itâs probably a little more frustrating to see him today.â
âDonât hang out with me like that. I mean, itâs low dimension.â
The silver-haired daughters who are staring at each other.
In the middle of the square, the baron is in the middle of an opening statement. Even so, itâs not a tough story, itâs like a connection for a little while until all the townsfolk come out in a hurry to hear the bell. If itâs true, Irina would be on the side of having a nice chat.
âHey Kolasmyson. Basil, at least this way.â
âI mean, we crossbows are full of guys. What the fuck? With a large female population, you should let them take their hands as wide as a dance for the festivities to flourish. Wouldnât you!?
âNo, you. If you get so desperate. Angelos and Hilda say you can dance.â
Or actually, I didnât say Angelos. On the flow, you wonât be able to ignore the invitations of your former colleagues.
âIâd rather demand Millil! Sometimes let them make gorgeous memories -!
âYouâre adorable! And Iâm not wearing a collar! Your sisters are just a little too young.â
â⊠Iâm not wearing a collar, but Iâve already declared a female slave once, Millil.â
âHow fast are you hands!?
âEither way, youâre leaving Polka today, so it wonât matter if you have a collar or not!
âYouâre gonna take the woman we surrounded after we left, or youâre gonna enjoy it, you son of a bitch!
Isaac, who appears nuzzled, grabs Williams and lifts him.
âIâm sorry, Smythson. Have fun.â
âYes, no, thatâs fine.â
âIf fewer girls dance because youâre so excited on your own, youâll end up falling for it. Are you stupid?â
âOh, I just made a natural point!! Bad point!! I thought it was evil, Mogg.â
âShut up already. The festival doesnât start.â
Williams forced by Isaac to fill his mouth with meat (with both arms gripped).
Thereâs usually no one in this town with more body than Mr. Jackie. Even that Mr. Jackie looks smaller when he lines up. Isaac and the ordinary human Williams cont seem rare and interesting, and the townsfolk watching around him laugh Guerragella.
Though I was laughing at that too, I also hear the wives behind me talking about âI knew it was dangerous AndyâŠâŠâ and âI need to tell my kids not to dance with me arrâ.
No, itâs not like I regret not being able to dance with the young kids in town or anything.
The place warmed up nicely, and this time too, the amateur orchestra, in which Keelâs father works as conductor, plays music, plus the Isaacs singing group overlays the song, and numerous villagers dance in front of it.
I usually do a few songs lightly and thatâs all Iâm done with, but this time thereâs warm rice out there, and the dancing townspeople, soldiers, or visitors from elf territory arenât very much, but I canât get into the square once or twice.
âLetâs go more and more today. Look, Johnny, donât be a jerk even though your wifeâs trying.â
âDamn, itâs hard to keep your brass instrument blown when you say that!?
âNo, Jessica, that kind of transverse whistle and trumpet is totally differentâŠâ
âHey, Johnny, thatâs not cool.â
â⊠Keel, how the hell are you doing?!?
âCome on, me and Barbaraâs next song. Go on.â
âUncle, a little time. Can I go beat him up?
âOh, Father!? No, wait, Johnny. Violence is geffa!?
âIâll give you a break with my body. Uh, refreshing. Letâs go next.â
I kept dancing to my female slaves one after the other, even while what a drama was going on near the orchestra.
When I think about it, I donât have to be shut out, and I have nearly 20 opponents. I couldnât have had time to dance with the other kids if I was still dancing.
âHeh heh, thatâs pretty soft, huh?
Iâm not very familiar with human danceâŠâŠ I donât think so, Irina leading me in graceful steps.
â⊠because Iâm not used to itâ
Thatâs all Iâm saying, Luna sticks to me and leaves the move to me even though itâs not a cheeky dance atmosphere.
Laurier flips the dress with a little adrift and shows the image of the princess of Tenba, which is different from her usual impression.
âI donât know, but itâs fun.â
Azel and Liselle dance with me for a short altercation in an anomalous move. Unthinkable in elegant court dances, but with the unique freedom of country dances, they flirt with the two of us twirling before we know it too well, and yet calmly, they make us have the strange experience of being able to dance properly in pairs.
Having taken over that tension as it were, Marone leads the dance to the full use of the subtly opened space because of the unscrupulous steps taken by me and Azelrizel. Just had fun moving around thanks to the song being upbeat and going to the next cutie.
âOh, hehe⊠I kind of want to dream a lotâŠâ
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Even the same young cat and daughter hit and changed with Azerisel, a modest and irresistible move. That said, you werenât blind, until a while ago. Is it hard to dance all of a sudden?
But I can also follow those cute little steps by sticking my body together and supporting it as much as I can. Cute leaving with a satisfied face for such a dance.
âBecause itâs not like last year. Iâm practicing a lot, too.â
Angelos only taught Naia a dangerous foothold, and speaking of which, last year I stopped holding him and followed him because I couldnât remember the steps.
âItâs a shame itâs in order. Iâd like to spend plenty of time dancing more fully.â
I thought Aurora was going to set something up, and she goes in gracefully and pulls out gracefully. Speaking of which, it seems.
âTake this opportunity to show offâ
Maia laughs niggardly and kisses me enthusiastically during the steps.
I can hear the people around me twitchingâŠ. I thought Maia knew more about being my dragon than a female slave, but it seems surprisingly impactful.
âWith more and more going on, these dance parties might have to plan a second meeting separately.â
Mr. Deane laughs bitterly as he dances in jeopardy.
âHmm. Andy is the only one who can keep this close to you.
Mr. Hilda sticks with me more than he needs to. I get a little thrilled because there wasnât any bold snuggling so far in the boobs group.
âHo. Sometimes this isnât a bad ideaâ
Lyla also wraps her hair and trot-inspired dress in a different way than usual at some point. A properly dressed dress and sucked brunette have an exotic atmosphere, which makes you dodgy with a different lila.
And the order turns to Naia.
âWow, wow⊠Su, Sumi, hiccupâ
Wrap up a beautiful dress and dance with a man. Even though Iâm tempted, I still donât seem to be able to deal with it calmly, and Naia, who has good motor nerves and memory, would take the wrong simple steps that couldnât have been wrong, entangling her legs and about to fall.
Naia gets more and more red when I stop holding it.
âItâs a waste of time to just end up shy. Itâs not a presentation, itâs a dance and fun festival. Letâs have fun, Naia.â
âItâs the air here that I enjoy. Spare me the smashing.â
Iâve had fun songs, and I step as thoughtfully and fun as I swing Naia.
Naia gets bright red, but what a grasp on it, and a more and more enjoyable look.
â⊠Thatâs right, Naia. I want to see that smile.â
âManners are what we enjoy at the festival. But Naia. I want you to smile like that all the time.â
âNaia, donât go back to your face like that. Imagine. See you next year, again next year⊠one day my child will have a future with me, laughing and dancing under this sky. Iâll take you there.â
â⊠Shh, SmythsonâŠâ
âYou must be the brave one, but I donât know whatâŠ. whether youâre a dragon, a foreigner, a fae, or a head of state, thatâs what you did. Iâll make you do the same. Thatâs my ambition.â
Naia narrows her eyes as I whisper to her.
Thatâs not the usual hard and lonely look trying to push you around because of your path as a brave man.
As far as Iâm told⊠perhaps see what I call the future. Those were my eyes.
And take your lips off before Naia says anything.
The song ends and Naia looks hazy but doesnât mind hugging and continuing to suck her lips.
I hear a chilling whistle from around me, but I donât care. Naia also flickers in a hurry but doesnât let go.
Keep it that way for a few dozen seconds.
âHa, ha⊠Oh, you know, heyâŠâ
I hold Naia to my chest, trying to say something, and I gently give her my head.
âWhoa, Andy, isnât that kid different?
I answer gently, without turning around, to the voice of the old townspeople who have called me like they were frightened.
âAinya. My next female slave.â
He said, âWell, heâs a horse. Heâs a handyman.â
Laughing with Niyaniya, I dare you to say that and laugh.
Yes, isnât Naia special?
Itâs just a horse to me.
Like telling Naia herself that.
⊠to remind you that this happiness, todayâs smile, is not just a memory⊠it is within your reach.
Iâm just gonna give you a hug.