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Prelude to the Festival and Desire | Chapter 10
Chapter 9 << | index | >> Chapter 11
A new day has begun.
Murr: Okay, let’s get started! Chloe, can you dress us in our festival clothes so we’re ready to carry out the ritual at any time?
Chloe: Sure! Here we go!
<< Suispicibo Voitengok >>!
Shino: Woah.... These outfits are pretty flashy.
Rustica: It suits you very well.
Faust: Well, we’re headed off to prepare the magic circles around the Heavenly Imperial Palace. We’re counting on you to empty the palace.
Shylock: Yes. Thank you for your assistance.
Heathcliff: Likewise, thank you.
Nero: Be on your guard, alright?
The Eastern wizards mount their brooms, ready to take off towards the outskirts of town. Shino turns to look at us before they depart.
Shino: Have fun, Western wizards.
The Western wizards look up.
Shino: You’re all about having a good time, right? Don’t let yourselves get boxed in by formalities — it doesn’t suit you. Have a blast, and do whatever pleases you, just as you always do.
Because that’s what I love about you.
Before I know it, the Eastern wizards and the Western wizards are all smiling.
Chloe: Yeah! We’ll go all-out, like we always do!
Murr: We’ll make a mess!
Shylock: With no rules in sight.
Rustica: And all the grace of an afternoon tea party. Thank you, Shino. When this is behind us, let’s all enjoy some tea together.
Murr: But first, we need to finish off this hexing festival! Let’s get this party started!
✦✧☾✧✦
Servant: Welcome, dear guests. Would you kindly show me your invitations?
Murr: Here!
Murr whips out a playing card, which transforms into an invitation before it reaches the servant’s fingertips.
The servant opens the invitation and smiles warmly. We enter the salon as easily as a summer breeze.
As we proceed through the room with light footsteps, the keen-eyed guards come running up to us.
Guard: You’re the wizards from yesterday....!
Shylock blows a cloud of smoke their way.
Enveloped in smoke, the guards return to their places, eyes glazed over as if lost in a hazy dream.
They are wizards.
Human rules do not concern them.
The band drums up a most delightful tune: it’s both chilling and exhilarating.
Like the opening act of a show. The enthralled young night twirls on its feet.
Chloe: ....There she is!
Rustica: We’ll take care of her. Murr, Shylock, we’re counting on you to win your gamble.
Shylock: Understood.
Murr: Sir Sage, come to the casino room with us!
We part ways and head towards the back of the salon.
✦✧☾✧✦
Homeless witch: A... all eyes on me. My fingertips will light up like a candle.
Chloe: Sorry, one sec!
Homeless witch: Woah....! Ah.... I didn’t recognize you because your outfits were so different. You’re the wizards from yesterday......
Rustica: Shh. It’s supposed to be a secret. Tell us about your happiness. Let’s make your dream come true, together.
Homeless witch: Huh....?
Chloe: Rustica, you need to give her more context! Um, in the long run, we’re doing this to save the world.
Your happiness will weaken the power of a certain fairy. If we can do that, this salon will return to normalcy, which allows us to perform a holy festival. And that’s going to placate all the terrible incidents happening all over the world.
Homeless witch: My happiness will save the world....? ....What a convenient fairy tale. I don’t believe it.....
And even if it were true, why would it be me......
Chloe: But why not?
Homeless witch: ....Because I’m a wizard..... But I can’t even use powerful magic. There are plenty of kinder people out there, and plenty of people in greater need......
Why should I be blessed by the mercy of the high heavens? That happiness must belong to someone more admirable; someone else would be more deserving......
Chloe: I used to feel the same way. I had no confidence in myself; I hated myself. All I did was apologize: "I’m sorry. I’m sorry."
Chloe: But Rustica was the one who taught me that I could stand proud and love myself. Because everyone has the right to attain happiness.
And instead of giving up your luck to others, you can make the world an even merrier place by grasping your own happiness and becoming stronger!
Homeless witch: ............
Really.....?
Chapter 9 << | index | >> Chapter 11
A new day has begun.
Murr: Okay, let’s get started! Chloe, can you dress us in our festival clothes so we’re ready to carry out the ritual at any time?
Chloe: Sure! Here we go!
<< Suispicibo Voitengok >>!
Shino: Woah.... These outfits are pretty flashy.
Rustica: It suits you very well.
Faust: Well, we’re headed off to prepare the magic circles around the Heavenly Imperial Palace. We’re counting on you to empty the palace.
Shylock: Yes. Thank you for your assistance.
Heathcliff: Likewise, thank you.
Nero: Be on your guard, alright?
The Eastern wizards mount their brooms, ready to take off towards the outskirts of town. Shino turns to look at us before they depart.
Shino: Have fun, Western wizards.
The Western wizards look up.
Shino: You’re all about having a good time, right? Don’t let yourselves get boxed in by formalities — it doesn’t suit you. Have a blast, and do whatever pleases you, just as you always do.
Because that’s what I love about you.
Before I know it, the Eastern wizards and the Western wizards are all smiling.
Chloe: Yeah! We’ll go all-out, like we always do!
Murr: We’ll make a mess!
Shylock: With no rules in sight.
Rustica: And all the grace of an afternoon tea party. Thank you, Shino. When this is behind us, let’s all enjoy some tea together.
Murr: But first, we need to finish off this hexing festival! Let’s get this party started!
✦✧☾✧✦
Servant: Welcome, dear guests. Would you kindly show me your invitations?
Murr: Here!
Murr whips out a playing card, which transforms into an invitation before it reaches the servant’s fingertips.
The servant opens the invitation and smiles warmly. We enter the salon as easily as a summer breeze.
As we proceed through the room with light footsteps, the keen-eyed guards come running up to us.
Guard: You’re the wizards from yesterday....!
Shylock blows a cloud of smoke their way.
Enveloped in smoke, the guards return to their places, eyes glazed over as if lost in a hazy dream.
They are wizards.
Human rules do not concern them.
The band drums up a most delightful tune: it’s both chilling and exhilarating.
Like the opening act of a show. The enthralled young night twirls on its feet.
Chloe: ....There she is!
Rustica: We’ll take care of her. Murr, Shylock, we’re counting on you to win your gamble.
Shylock: Understood.
Murr: Sir Sage, come to the casino room with us!
We part ways and head towards the back of the salon.
✦✧☾✧✦
Homeless witch: A... all eyes on me. My fingertips will light up like a candle.
Chloe: Sorry, one sec!
Homeless witch: Woah....! Ah.... I didn’t recognize you because your outfits were so different. You’re the wizards from yesterday......
Rustica: Shh. It’s supposed to be a secret. Tell us about your happiness. Let’s make your dream come true, together.
Homeless witch: Huh....?
Chloe: Rustica, you need to give her more context! Um, in the long run, we’re doing this to save the world.
Your happiness will weaken the power of a certain fairy. If we can do that, this salon will return to normalcy, which allows us to perform a holy festival. And that’s going to placate all the terrible incidents happening all over the world.
Homeless witch: My happiness will save the world....? ....What a convenient fairy tale. I don’t believe it.....
And even if it were true, why would it be me......
Chloe: But why not?
Homeless witch: ....Because I’m a wizard..... But I can’t even use powerful magic. There are plenty of kinder people out there, and plenty of people in greater need......
Why should I be blessed by the mercy of the high heavens? That happiness must belong to someone more admirable; someone else would be more deserving......
Chloe: I used to feel the same way. I had no confidence in myself; I hated myself. All I did was apologize: "I’m sorry. I’m sorry."
Chloe: But Rustica was the one who taught me that I could stand proud and love myself. Because everyone has the right to attain happiness.
And instead of giving up your luck to others, you can make the world an even merrier place by grasping your own happiness and becoming stronger!
Homeless witch: ............
Really.....?
Chapter 9 << | index | >> Chapter 11