Silver-haired Maiden, Going to the Red Godâs Night Festival. (Part 4)
The main event of the Night Festival came around as the sun came down.
It was because that was when the colour symbolising ăAhmară was the most beautiful; The visualisation of the natural world â In other words, Fire.
The warrior priests of ăAhmară continue down the city of Kroix in a neat, uniform line, with light shining bright, coming off their polished armour.
Although just the sight of the fierce soldiers advancing in a neat order, proud of their god, the god of war, attracted all the attention, in the middle of the troops, were dancers doing a victory dance. These Priestesses, dressed in thin silk, were also wearing gorgeous makeup.
The party that left from the shrine, circled around the main street with the Mayorâs office as the center, before finally gathering at the center plaza of the city.
The final ceremony was to be held at the shrine, but apart from the pious disciples, ordinary citizens would normally enjoy their time by heading towards either, the main street that they would pass by, or at the central plaza.
The swaying flames that brightly lit up the city, was the very symbol of their belief. Even if you tried to conceal your guilty deeds in darkness, you were unable to conceal it in front of ăAhmară â Which is exactly why, there were a large amount of bonfires being lit, and the city that should normally be enveloped in nightsâ silence was brilliantly lit up.
âAmazingâŚâ
Without being pressed up and hindered within the crowds, the young girls, having secured a safe location, was looking at that ăparticulară sight.
Although there was a great amount of people, there was no one being reckless, or causing trouble, since it was essentially a ritual. Nevertheless, unless people were right up in front of each other, they wouldnât even be able to hear each other.
In the hustle bustle that was like a wave of people, the girls were enjoying an atmosphere, separated from their everyday lives.
Maybe it was precisely because it was such a ăSpecială time, that Chloe was able to casually say to her best friend, the words she normally couldnât.
âHey, Latina.â
âYeah?â
âWhen are you going to tell him you love him?â
Hearing Chloeâs words, Latina couldnât speak. Latina, illuminated by the red flames, looked as if she didnât know how to react to those words.
âSheâs right. Why donât you? Itâs not like that person has a special woman by his side or anything. So why are you hesitating?â
Having Silvia question her as well, Latina shyly looks down.
âI did, mon.â
She emphasized in a childish tone.
âIâve alwaysâŚ. Always, constantly, told him. That, I love DaleâŚ. That, He is the person I love, above anyone elseâŚ. That, he was different to everyone else, and was specialâŚ. But, he doesnât get itâŚ..â
It was a ăfeelingă that has never changed since a long time ago.
Which is precisely why, it was a feeling that she had told him countless times now.
With an expression knowing that she would be red to her ears in embarrassment if it wasnât for the fact that they were under the light of the bonfire, Latina told her best friends about her feelings.
âTo Dale, Iâm still just his ăSmall Latinaă after allâŚ. Which is why, it doesnât get across. No matter if I tell him, ăI love himă, or that ăHeâs specialăâŚ. The wordsâŚ. Wonât reach.â
How do you react when not even words could convey her confessions of love?
It wasnât just any ăloveă. â Â SheăLovedă him the most. A ăSpecial Loveă unlike the ăloveă she has for other people. Yet no matter how much she says it, how can her feelings, that canât get across to him, be conveyed?
And, why, isnât it being conveyed?
Having understood that since a long time ago, she found out that answer when she became an ăadultă.
She had thought that, the words that her child self couldnât convey, would definitely reach him once she grew up, and became an adult.
So she wanted to grow up as soon as possible.
The age gap between him and herself was large, and no matter how much she desperately tried, it still wouldnât reach him.
Nonetheless, at the very least, she had wanted him to see her as a woman, so that she could tell him her feelings.
ââŚ.Latina.â
Sitting next to her, Chloe grabs her hand, and squeezes it. The ăwordsă that Chloe had swallowed down, was said by her other friend without hesitation.
âIs that reallyâŚ.all it is?â
ââŚ.Silvia?â
âLatina, you really do know why, right? Why your confessions arenât reaching him. âŚ.But, youâre scared, right?â
âEhâŚ..?â
âThe fear that, you might not be able to stay together like you have been up till now.â
Latina looked astonished hearing Silvia.
Not because she had hit bullseye, but rather the fact that those ăthoughtsă she had inside, had been noticed.
âIâŚ.â
Despite all of her trembling, the reason why Latina was able to calmly come back to her senses, was because Chloe was sitting next to her, quietly holding onto her.
Her best friend, Chloe, knew that Latinaâs great fear was ăTo part with her surroundingsă.
ââŚ.I wonder if thatâs really it.â
âMost likely.â
Silvia confirms the conclusion Latina reached after a short while, as Chloe quietly supported her.
âWay before you even need to become an adult, the necessary thing for you, in order to properly convey your thoughts, is to break your current relationship.â
ââŚ.I seeâŚ.â
Up until now, being treated by the person she loves as ăHis cute, small childă has always been a precious, comfortable time for her, something that was supporting her.
However, if she wished to have a relationship different from that then, that was probably the first thing she would have to change.
âHowever, is that alrightâŚ. Is it really alright? If I told Dale that I really do love himâŚ.?â
Even Silvia, who was trying to argue back at her with jarring words like âWhat are you talking about?â, quietened down after seeing Latinaâs heartbreaking expression. Chloe looked worried.
ââŚ.Latina?â
âSince Iâm of the Demon raceâŚ. No matter how hard I try, I canât become a HumanâŚ. SoâŚ.â
âEven so, you will always be you, Latina.â
The reason why Chloe was unable to hold herself back from saying that, was because she knew what Latina had done in the past.
âUnâŚ. thatâs why, Iâm worried. Even though the time that Dale and I spend together will be the same, itâs totally differentâŚ.. Even if Dale says itâs okay in spite of it all, it will definitely hurt him, since heâs kind.â
It was a truth she came to understand in her head. However, at the same time, it was also a truth that she had continued to avoid looking straight in the eye.
That, one day she would have to tell the important people in her life, that the time they were sharing would end.
Whilst everyone is getting older, she would be left behind.
She wouldnât be able to escape from this truth even if she avoided it, but it was because sheâs so happy right now, that it was a ătruthă she didnât want to think about.
âAnd alsoâŚ.The Demon raceâŚ.is a race that doesnât give birth to many children.â
Saying that, Latina looked like she was about to cry.
âIâve really⌠received a lot of things from Dale. And yet, even if Dale was to accept my feelings, I canât even show DaleâŚ. A baby.â
Latina knew that Dale liked children.
It wasnât just because he took her young self in, and raised her.
Even in the ăOcelotă, no matter what he says, she knew of this from the fact that he didnât hate looking after Theo and, that whenever he heard stories about the children being born by his brother and his wife back in his hometown he would always wear a gentle and kind smile.
Given that she wouldnât be able to show someone like Dale his own children, she truly did not ăwishă to want to stay by his side.
That was the ăfeelingă that had been haunting Latina for a very long time now.
Suddenly.
âOuch.â
Thud. Latina looks up in surprise, after having an attack fall onto her head.
In front of her, was the angered face of her best friend.
âStupid Latina.â
Then thud again. Chloeâs hand, in the shape of a knife, hit Latinaâs head, and seeing the stunned Latinaâs dumbfounded expression, she smiles wryly.
âEven though you have such a good brain, why is it that you think of such bad things.â
âChloeâŚ.â
âEven amongst Humans, itâs not that rare for couples to not have children, right? Despite that, arenât they happy? Arenât they living together?â
âButâŚ..â
âIt would be such an absolutely terrible waste for my best friend, to be with a loser of a man who would decide a womanâs worth by such worthless things after all!â
Hearing Chloeâs statement, Latinaâs surprise changed to something else entirely. Noticing that, Silvia shouts out in panic.
âNo! Latina, you canât cry! The makeup will be ruined and itâll become a mess.â
âDonât you have ăSomeone you want to show this toă when you get back?â
ââŚ..Un.â
Latina turns and looked upwards so that her warm tears donât end up falling, tightly gripping onto the hands of her best friends next to her.
â So that she would never forget this nightâs memory, this warmth.
ââŚ.Dale isnât a  ăUseless mană.â
âExactly.â
âWhich is whyâŚ. Iâll try my best.â
In front of the determined Latina, the festival was about to reach its climax. The large fireballs created by magic, were dancing around in the city like they were alive, as they scattered into even more detailed flames.
The flames were raising up with the excitement and commotion from the people; Burning with the people.
During that, Silvia showed them a smile as if she was thinking of planning something bad, just like always.
âHey, Latina. Although itâs true that ăracesă with long longevities have low birthrates, it doesnât mean that itâs completely impossible.â
âButâŚ.â
âSo you know, why donât you increase those chances by getting together as soon as possible?â
âEh?â
âYou might be onto something. You can start tonight, and approach him yourself.â
âFuehhhh!?â
Hearing her friendsâ terribly, terribly irresponsible suggestion, Latina completely forgot about her crying, and shouted out nervously.
(Authorâs note: Truthfully, the romance tag has been doing its thing since quite a while ago.)