After defeating another Underwater King and claiming the next Aqua Rune, we erged from the Bank of Water and sold our day’s haul of gems. The sky had already turned a deep orange by the ti we stepped out of the Dungeon Post.
Shuffling behind , Tizmilly looked up at the horizon. Her expression said it all: Finally, I am free.
We walked down the street toward the square, where a crowd had begun to gather. Curious, I led Tizmilly closer to see what was happening. A man in a black wizard’s robe was weaving through the throng, handing out dark pamphlets.
"Knowledge! Wisdom! Behold the feast of civilization!" he cried.
He noticed us and pressed a pamphlet into our hands with a smile. I recognized the title imdiately.
"Deep-Lore Delve Festival... What is this, Mister Roost?" Tizmilly asked.
As a forr noble, she knew little of the traditions born from scholars and Dungeon Divers. What started as a niche celebration of academic breakthroughs had evolved into a city-wide event.
"It’s exactly what the na suggests—a festival," I explained. "People dress up as monsters, scholars showcase their findings, and the shops sell all sorts of dungeon-thed trinkets. You’ll see."
Tizmilly still looked confused, but she nodded in response, probably had a hard ti imagining it. Well, she would understand what I ant later.
"It starts in 12 days. It will be a big snowy event then," I muttered, looking up to the cloudy sky.
Winter was approaching.
’After the winter, we have to return to the Academy and starts our third year. Thinking it alone has drained my energy.’
I looked around and found a stall that was selling skewered at at the square corner.
"Let’s rest there before we go ho."
I wanted to forget about what was waiting for next year, so I imdiately went to the stall. Tizmilly also didn’t look like she disagreed with .
She even looked as if she had just experienced a revival from death once we sat down on the chairs.
I ordered two for each of us. Five minutes later, our orders were ready. We got four skewered ats, and it was only 8 small cooper coins.
’It’s rabbit at. Not as good as my mother’s cookings, but the owner clearly had so skill. Cheap and good... No wonder there were a lot of people buying his skewered ats.’
I idly thought about that while enjoying my share of Skewered at.
The sky was getting darker by second. The wind also beca colder as ti passed. But the crowd around the square was never decreased. They only increased, to be honest. With the street lamps, the square also spared from the darkness left by the sun, so it created a sight resembling a small scale fest, with stalls set around the place, with various kind of goods and foods were shown.
"I think... I like it." Suddenly, Tizmilly opened her lips.
I turned to looked at her.
She was currently staring at the faces of people. Admiring their smiles. With the last skewered at in her hand, and her glistening lips covered by oil from the at.
Then she turned her head toward , and our eyes t.
Her hair, which usually well-kept and shimring like fire, now left untidy after our continuous fight with monsters today. She didn’t look as dirty as the ti when she was fighting The Rain Serpent before, but still, her current state couldn’t be called elegant no matter how you looked at her, with strands of hair were unkept.
However, when she tugged her lips, and locked those burning pupils with mine.
For so reason, the sight was etched into my mories.
From those eyes, I could feel her gratitude.
Such pure, genuine emotion.
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