824 Twenty-two Days of the Purple Moon

After spending about half an hour exploring the stalls, we were set to go for the Grand Tree Pavilion in the South, where the architects were waiting.

The canteen of the inn is as busy as the streets. Moreover, most of the guests of the "Great Tree Pavilion of the South" were people of the South, so the liveliness was also great.

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, Asta! I told you not to bother me, thank you!

Mayton, bright red in the face because of his alcoholism, says so with a smile. He is a big alcoholic, even though he used to mouth the fruit liquor of the sieve at noon.

Balan's old man, who was tipping the liquor cup instead, had bothered to stand up and bow his head.

"Don't really look after me. You could have said no to this story..."

"No, it's outrageous. I'm very happy to interact with your family."

Dells and Wads were drinking with the Aldas in the middle of the dining room. The facade of the architect has generally enjoyed a good relationship.

"Well, thank you very much. Hey, everyone by the woods."

The women in your family follow each other, starting with your partner. And it came to pass, when he had left the inn, that the number was nine. They are all women, but they vary in age.

Only six Moribe members are first divided into groups to welcome it. Otherwise, people are heading to the tent first. There is a limit on the number of people on the tent of "A Seat of Gamleys", so even if it was pushed by a very large number of people, the waiting time was just relaxing.

"Oh, there you are again."

and the youngest sister of the Baran family turns to the Schmiral-Lillins. During the day, even after I returned to the woods, they should have been talking in the same place for a while.

"Then let's head to the tent. Ladies and gentlemen, I think you'll be satisfied."

"Hmm. It's just one red copper coin, isn't it? It's the same price as a bottle of fruit wine, so there's no point in us complaining about our fathers."

While walking, my youngest sister said so. Mother laughs at it so she can fool it.

"But every time I see a piece of art in a place like that, I sift through copper coins. You know, watching a puppet play is shallow, right? It's not just the first piece of red copper you pay."

"That's not why you sift two or three red copper coins, is it? The fruit liquor my dads drink is so expensive."

"I know you think that because you don't talk about fruit liquor, but we also have fruit liquor."

That's what your partner said, but he doesn't look as if he's still drunk, so I guess it's enough. The rest of the women, it was the same.

The commute is still busy, so proceed with your steps with care not to fall off. Around that time it was bad for the outdoor area, Vina Ruu-Lilin said, "Oh..."

"That's not Dick-Dom...? A man that big doesn't have much in town either..."

Vina Ruu-Lilin was right, her black-brown hair was popping out on the hedge.

Turn your side this way, it looks like you're seeing something. Following that gaze, there was a puppet play pedestal in the outdoor space.

Dick-Dom is stopping, so he'll eventually be dressed like we're approaching. When Vina Luw-Lillin spoke out that way, Dick-Dom looked back at her.

"Oh, Lilyn's... were you with the Pha's?"

"Yeah, yeah... I wonder what you guys were doing...?

It was buried in a hedge, but there was Morn-Rutim, of course.

Instead of the heavy-mouthed Dick-Dom, Morn-Rutim answered with a smile.

"I was wondering if Rico and the others' play would start, and I was watching a little bit. But you seem to be resting now."

"That's right... when we were on the street earlier, we were showing some kind of play... the play just ended, so maybe we're resting for a while..."

"That's a shame. Where are Vina Luu-Lilin and the others headed?

"We're on our way to the tent of" The Seat of the Gamleys "... I wonder if the Morn-Rutims have peered at that tent yet...?

"Yes. It was a truly brilliant art. That's no less than Rico's play, and you'll want to see it again and again."

If you were already interrupting the tent of "A Seat of Gamrays," you can't even invite me to accompany you. We were supposed to say goodbye to the two of us and go down the street again.

Then my youngest sister grabs my arm from the side.

"Hey, hey -" he said, then his youngest sister rushed off my arm.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Forestside people shouldn't touch heterosexual bodies."

"Oh, yeah. Is that what you told me?

"Yeah. There are all kinds of codes around the woods, so don't break them.... Did I do something wrong?

"No, no, I'm not gonna get scolded for this."

And so on and so forth, I wondered how Ey-Fa was doing.

Ey-fa is also looking at this one sideways, pulling his mouth tied to all the "well okay" stuff. Whatever it was, it was a reminder of the black cat on my shoulder.

"So, what did you do for me?

"Oh, yeah, yeah. That colorful lady called you Morn-Rutim about her daughter earlier, didn't she? Wasn't that my daughter's name you said you looked like me?

That was the word Yun-Sudra was saying in Piazza del Vairas the day they arrived in Genos.

"Oh, right. What Yun-Sudra said was about her."

"Uh, you don't look alike at all! I'm not that cute!

And my youngest daughter swoops her cheeks like a shin.

Sure, I haven't caught the impression that you and Morn-Rutim are alike yet, either. Yun-Sudra said, "Smiles are similar," but she doesn't really make me smile.

(Either that or it looks like Lara-Lew on the inside. But Lara-Lew smiles are fascinating too, so I guess this girl would change her impression if she laughed too)

I thought about it that way, but when I told him that story, he was going to hide his smile.

As a result, I struggled to respond, and my youngest sister turned to her mother as she did.

After such an act, we arrive at the tent of "A Seat of Gamleys".

As expected, the tent had a long queue. Rimi-Lou, who was lined up as much in it, waves "wow".

"I've been waiting. Yo! But do we all have to line up behind us?

"I guess that is. Either way, you won't be able to come in with this number of people."

"Well, when the Limi are done watching, you'll be waiting outside!

Only the facades of Luu's blood lined up there. I guess the Tour-dins decided to give up time.

By the way, the inside of the tent is poorly footed, so Grandma Ziva was carried by Rudd-Lou. We'll greet you and then we'll head to the end of the line.

Then there was an unexpected line of faces.

It is the blood of Ravitz, beginning with Day-Ravitz.

"Hmm. You guys found this spectacle worthwhile, too."

When Lyelpham-Sudra called it that way, Day-Ravitz snorted abominably.

"Are you Sudra's parents? You met him in a good place. Let me offer you this."

Day-Ravitz gives me his hand all the time. Flattened in his hand was red flowering.

"Wow. Maybe this is what Asta gave your daughter?

Your daughter is, of course, Malfira-Naham. Marfila-Naham, stuck in Mora-Naham and her youngest sister, was bowing his head in a frightened manner.

"At this point, the place is irrelevant. I don't want to borrow from Sudra's house, so I'd like to return it for the same value."

"Hmm. If that's what you think, I'll take it honestly"

"... except that the fact that you gave Naham's third sister the opportunity to show this spectacle would be an unrequitable favour to return the same thing. Let me thank you for that."

With a lot of chest tension, Day-Ravitz said so.

Lyelpham-Sudra sneers and smiles as she nostalgics for the flowering she receives.

"You're a delightful man, Ravitz's parent."

"What. Thank you. I don't have any laughs."

With wrinkles around his forehead, Day-Ravitz turned back to the front.

Once again, we exchange rows behind it. Then Naham's youngest sister, who left her family, approached us.

"Uh, can I talk to you in private for a second?

Somewhere reminds me of Ray-Matua, your innocent and adorable daughter.

It was disturbing to say a secret story, but it didn't look like I was sticking my eye-fa ears off, so I said, "What?" I asked.

"We were supposed to finish this dinner with the Giva dishes that the people in town were selling. I could tell Ravitz's parents and father that when we buy food from Asta's stalls, we should refrain from doing so because the town's human share is reduced... after all, is that right?

"No, that's not true. Some folks from the woods came to buy it."

"But it's also true that the human share of the town will be reduced."

I often thought about it, and then I asked him, "No."

"I think that's a folk-like cliché by the woods, but if you're paying the same copper coin, don't hesitate. Whether it's the people by the woods or the people in town, I want people who want to eat it."

"Hmm, really?

"Yeah. I didn't have enough of today's 'Giva Round Grill' at all, so I appreciated the reluctance of the folks by the woods. But even the people of the woods are children of the four gods, just like the people of the town. I guess on an equal footing, enjoying Easter in the same way means sharing joy in the true sense."

My youngest sister also thought silently for a while.

After that, I laugh with a glowing face.

"Okay! I'll tell my fathers that! I knew Asta was a fine man!

"No, that's not true. I also think the depth of reluctance of people by the woods is a beauty."

"But I was so sorry because I wanted to eat Asta's food. I'm sure the fathers will understand that because I don't think that feeling beats the people in town either!

That's how she smiled, her youngest sister pulled herself away.

"Then next holiday, I'm looking forward to it! And please continue to give my regards to Sister Malfira!

As if it were a sober spring breeze, her youngest sister ran away.

Then my youngest sister over here gets a dissatisfied voice with "ahhh".

"My daughter was so cute. No one, he's not. Why are you so cute?"

"You don't stick around either. There must be plenty of people in Nerwia who think you're cute."

Her mother was laughing and poking her daughter in the head.

My youngest sister seems to have tried to say something back, but the queue began to move forward, so I decided to grab my mouth. In this tent, about ten people are admitted at equal intervals, so when they move, they move all at once.

If you notice, Rimi-Lou and the others are also disappearing into the tent. Then the queue proceeded about two minutes later, and we repeated it about five times, and we set foot in the tent, too.

Inside the tent there is also room for about twenty people. Ravitz's blood, the architect's family, and the six of us stepped in and it was slightly over-capable.

"Come on. Can you split between the folks by the woods and the folks south?

That's what Pinot, the receptionist, said, so I was supposed to explain the situation.

"As a matter of fact, we have promised to escort these southern people. There are a total of fifteen people, can we enter together?

"Ah, well, if it's about fifteen people, well, it's okay. So, can the first eight of you get a fee?

I could hear the leading Day-Ravitz sniffing his nose as he wandered through his nose.

"If only blood can see it, fortunately. Copper coins, one red at a time, right?

"Yeah, I don't see any toddlers, so one red copper coin at a time. Well, here you go."

Following Day-Ravitz, who pissed off his shoulders, the Malfira-Nahams also disappear beyond the curtain.

When we got ahead of ourselves that way, Pinot gave us a giggle when he creaked.

"Kind of looks like you wanted to go in with the Astas right now. You're a sinful person at all."

"Yeah? I don't think so... but if you really thought so, as long as you're happy"

In order to adjust the time, all two minutes are waiting on this spot.

The architect's family looked inside the tent with a face mixed with anxiety and anticipation. Inside the tent, there's something like Cantera, but it's still a lot dimmer. In exotic lands, it would still be undeniable for women to step in alone.

"Even today, the reception was pinot, wasn't it? Is Niya or Shantu around the tent?

"Grandpa Shantu's job is to refrain by the beasts, so it's Atashi or Zan's job to look around the tent. So, when the puffy bard retreats from his job, Atashi and Zan become the wings of standing alone."

"Is Niya back?"

"Ah, because Camus' husband is sitting in Genos this year, I can't sit back. If it doesn't seem very eye-catching, it's very stylish and gentle."

Laughing at the garlic, Pinot said so.

His eyes glimpse and steal the architect's family. Why are you so confused about us being with the people of the south?

"… This is the family of the people by the woods. You know, Rico and his plays are touched."

Pinot waved "hehe" to my words.

He said, "You know, it's a giva dish deal with the people of the east, right? It's a delightful tour."

"Yes, I am very pleased that so many different people have visited Genos this year.... but you haven't even been able to say hello to the people of" The Seat of the Gamleys "yet."

"Hmm? Are you totally tired of seeing the side of Atashi?

"No, it's outrageous. It's just that last year we had a feast together, and I hope to greet you all one day."

"Those bluffs aren't worth caring about, though. If you enjoyed the art, you'd be looking forward to it."

So, it seemed like two minutes had passed.

We pay for copper coins and flowers, and we curve the entrance. The women of the south were set to squeak at the incredible sight of a passage being created in the midst of the groves.

"It's dark, so watch your step. The first spectacle is this penetration."

Me and Ai-Fa took the lead, while Lilyn and his wife huddled the architect's family in the center, plus the tail of the formation Yun-Sudra and Lyelpham-Sudra, and the line pushed through the dim.

The first spectacle is the beasts.

But not black monkeys, silver lions, leopards and their children. The architect's family was to give a screaming voice to the ambitious figure of three beasts relaxing across a coarsely stretched net.

"Hey, what's this? You're not protecting anything with a net like this!

The youngest sister of the Baran family had taken it from her mother with an elevated face. A net stretched out on the spot is a mesh that is as crisp as a human head can get through.

"These beasts are stuck, so they don't attack humans from themselves. Just be careful when you get your hands across the net, 'cause I give you a voice of intimidation."

"You can't imitate that! Look, those nails and fangs!

It seemed like she was trembling with fear when she heard only the words, but the fruit, the light of curiosity glistened in her eyes. The rest of the women, it is the same.

The black cat on my shoulder looks at the Hughes without any concern. It should have been the beasts who lived in the same place for a while, but most of them seemed less interested.

And from the other side of the inside where the Hughes are hiding, we hear some strange growling. It would be the odd sounds of Rollo and Black Monkeys performing the martial arts. I wondered if there were any beasts still waiting ahead, and the women seemed to be honking their breasts.

"Shall we now proceed to the next act?"

If you stop for more than two minutes, you'll be caught up by a subsequent customer. Besides, the Hughes, who are just relaxing, are nothing but spectacle appetizers.

As we continue down the road along the lights, now the entrance to the drapes awaits us at the ramp. Going around it, in the middle of a five-meter square stage, a long-sleeved figure stood.

I'm turning my back on this one, but I'm pretty sure it's Dillo, the pot man. The women had raised their suspicious blurring to Dillo's rear, wrapped in long black clothes and draped with black brown zabulous hair.

And - Dillo gave in to the fence, to the spot.

At his feet lay the pot from which the alias originated. In that pot, about fifty centimetres high and forty centimetres wide, Dillo had his elongated arms stuck.

And the yellow voices of the women echo again.

Lyelpham-Sudra, whose first look at this, was also speaking "ho".

When Dillo stayed put, he dived into a pot that was not even big.

When I first wonder if I stuck my arm and head in, my torso quickly disappears and at last even my toenails are stored. My youngest sister, taken by her mother's arms, said, "What is this?," he said.

"There's no way humans can get in that little pot! You even had a hole under the kettle, and you hid there, didn't you?

Then the pot swallowed the dillo began to shake loosely to the left and right.

Eventually, the kettle rolls, revealing that there are no holes or other holes underneath it.

And when I wondered if ten fingers peeked from the bottom of the pot, the pot started crawling on the ground with a wasabi. This is the pinnacle of the pot man.

Waiting for the amazing voices of the women to calm down, the kettle stills the movement.

Only the right arm grows from the mouth of the kettle and replaces the top and bottom with all the cool ones. It was as if the flipped turtle had put his neck up and put himself back on his feet.

"... Welcome to One of the Gamrays... My name is Dillo and I am the night guide..."

From inside the kettle, a shady voice echoes.

The growing right arm again pointed in turn to the right and left of the stage.

"From here the road is divided into two parts… the door on the right is between the knights and the door on the left is between the twins… Guests, which fate should you choose…?

"What do you want to do? Both arts are brilliant."

Even when I asked, the architect's family just shook their heads silently. It was still in the aftermath of the shock brought on by the Kettle Man.

"Then shall we be among the knights? I think it's more exciting."

I decided to pull the drape out of my hand and invite a line into the right aisle.

Again, it is the path of the miscellaneous woods. The women were about to breathe a sigh of relief, but it was also to be shattered by strange whispering voices heard from the front.

"Come on, now what! Another beast?

"The beast might be here."

That's all I answered because I should avoid rattling.

Eventually it appeared that it was open, empty land, in the midst of the groves.

There was already a battle going on between the big man Doga and the sword king Lolo. That too should have happened, and the face of Ravitz's blood that had preceded him had surrounded them both far away. We decided to dress up to cover the outer perimeter and show it to you.

Doga has a giant stick, Lolo has a slender wooden sword, each wielding it. The robot wrapped around the leather armor behaved like a giddy robot, and as we saw last year, the slaughterhouse was bounced off by Doga as it progressed.

"Wow, that looks painful! Even if they're doing it on purpose, don't you have a body like that?

My youngest sister said in a somewhat worrying voice. That's how close Lolo is to being hit.

But the production came from here.

As Lolo's humorous movements eased the tenacity of the spectators, the roar of the beast echoed when the ground rang at such a time as he had anticipated it.

From above the tree that was behind the stage, a giant black shadow jumps. The first women to see Vamda's black monkeys were to give a gold cut at the same time.

When the black monkey scratches Lolo's head in his helmet, he throws it into a nearby tree.

Lolo, who had been slapped from his back properly, fell like a broken doll.

It is a breathtaking momentum to wonder if the body is really all right, even for those who are developing after this.

But of course there was no mistake, and Lolo got up slowly, rattling his armor.

And when I did my hand under the mouth of my helmet - there was no gap there to put my finger in - Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

This is a performance that was not made last year.

A new black shadow emerged from beyond the jungle as I watched what the hell was going to happen and swallowed my solids.

More confused screams than when you were a black monkey.

Oh, my God, it was a giant giva.

Lolo jumped on the back of that giva with an action that didn't make him feel weighty, as if he were a puppet manipulated by thread.

Gibba thrusts toward the black monkey, letting her roar heavily.

The black monkey was not a good fit for the giant, and he even flew sideways with a flicker, but he was undoubtedly flanked with a wooden sword of Lolo.

The black monkey falls and falls, sounding the ground.

When Gibba then suddenly stopped, Lolo fell to the ground with excessive momentum.

Rising again in a crisp and hilarious motion, Rollo swung the wooden sword overhead before exploding the roar of victory.

"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!

The women have completely lost their liver.

Then, at some point, Doga, who had hidden herself, came back with the grass cage in her hand.

"... it was the art of the Knight King Lolo"

At the same time, a whistle sounds from somewhere, and the black monkey that was falling gets up peeling.

Gibba, who had finished her work, had also leaned in on its behalf.

Only one, Lolo, dances a twist and a victory dance. At a time like this, Lolo just wanted to see what he looked like under that helmet for once.

"It was a truly brilliant art. You've made Gibbs remember art, too."

Lyelpham-Sudra was releasing red copper coins into Doga's grass cage because it was well known about the sights. So the women finally returned it to me and threw in the split.

Speaking to Lyelpham-Sudra, Doga just nodded, "Yes," because he was at work.

"Well, with black monkeys and gauje leopards, I guess they are inherently ferocious beasts, so I guess nothing is strange...... nevertheless, it's still surprising that it takes so much to get your mind together with Gibba"

To the words of Lyelpham-Sudra, Ai-Fa also nodded silently. After all, as hunters by the woods, they also generate emotions that are different from ours.

Similar-Lilyn is throwing red copper coins with a very satisfying smile. Vina Ruu-Lilin and Yun-Sudra were also smiling at Doga in a way they were impressed.

"... but is that really a giva?

And a voice rose from a little further away. The Lord of the Voice is Day-Ravitz.

Ai-Fa looked back at you as she frowned a lot.

"Day-Ravitz wonders what he suspects? The fact that it's an unbridled Gibba should mean we're more obsessed than anyone else."

"The figure is gibberish without a shadow. But the giva we know doesn't show such an unusual face or glance. It's still more convincing to be told that another beast is wearing Giva fur"

Gibba is blinking properly as she listens to both of them. Indeed, it seemed to me that the giva had a more serene eye than when I saw it the other day.

"Gibba away from the woods would mean turning into a beast not a gibba. If you doubt it, why don't you let me touch it to see if it's properly stuffed with meat under that fur?

"Hmm. I don't want to stick around and make sure it's true."

Day-Ravitz walked straight across the drapes that were beside the stage, wondering if he had turned a puff. The Malfira-Nahams rush after it too.

but we can't just relax and drop it off, either. If you're bluffing, the next customer will catch up to you. That's how we swung through the drapes, too, and we saw the backs of the Day-Ravits moving through the dim darkness.

"What. Are you going to do sights with the people south of it?

"We've caught up with each other, so we just have to move on. Don't look so annoying."

So we went down the aisle as a further grand strip.

These women are exchanging words in an unexcited way. Especially the companion of the old man, etc., appeared to be smiling.

"Hey, that was amazing. If this were the case, we wouldn't be able to help our men."

Then a strange voice came down from overhead there.

"Yokoso... Gyamurai Neuchizani... Zacho Gyamurai Nomotoni, Anatagata Gyaannai Tashimus..."

My youngest sister said, "Aah! shouted," I took it in my mother's arms.

"Hey, what? Wasn't it over already!?

"Finally, there's the art left to keep. Here comes Gamray, the chairman of this group."

I tried to explain it that way, but it didn't seem to reach the women's ears. He was frightened by the yellow light of Zetta, the son of the beast, lurking on the tree. Zetta's eyes are beastly and blurry, and her whole body is furry, so I wonder why such things utter human words.

"Kotilanidozo... Asimotonioki Tsukudasai..."

Zetta leads us by flying from the edge of the jungle to the edge. The figure and the work of his body were still the beast itself.

"Sokonihimitsu no iriguchigago zaimus...... saigomade, gay otanoshimikudasai of Gyamurai no Ichiza......"

Inside the aisle, the entrance to the draping curtain can be found. If we keep going straight down the aisle, we'll probably get to "Between the Twins" that we didn't get through. Zetta was a guide to keep her from doing so.

The women threw themselves across the drape so as to escape Zetta.

What awaits you there is the most spacious square ever.

Because of the low number of canteras, the space on the left and right has melted into darkness. And from the entrance made on the inside of the front, a red figure emerged.

"Welcome to One of the Gamrays! This will be the last curtain of the night!

I haven't seen it in a year, it's what Gamray looks like.

He was also as magnificent as he was last year.

Crimson turban on a crimson top with absurd embroidery. Wrap white balloon pants around black torso, eye bands and goatee beard on skinny face. The neck and arms have a slightly lower ornament, a style that even some pirates think of. The missing left arm and the flickering sleeves on the top add to those impressions.

"There is absolutely no danger at all, so please enjoy. … Let's start with the flowers of fire in the universe"

Red, blue and green flames bloomed in the dark as Gamray wielded his right arm.

The women cheer. And so were the Yun-Sudra, a sight of crackling.

A red flame runs on the ground and gives you a purple spark ahead of you.

A tri-colored flame forms the shape of a butterfly, whilst winging near the ceiling.

The art of Gamray's flames also did not seem to fade at all.

"Hey... I told you this was an amazing piece of art...?

I can hear Vina Ruu-Lilin whispering to Schmiral-Lillin, nagging.

Seeing a quick glance between the flames out, Schmiral-Lilyn was in the art of gamlay, gleaming her eyes like a child.

As Gamray runs his fingertips, flaming letters are drawn in the air.

Alternatively, he runs through the darkness, drawing a spiral as a small flame twirls.

Truly, it is an indistinguishable manipulation as to whether it is magic or magic.

"Then it will be the last art."

Gamray ripped out his eyelids.

The left orbit hidden there is embedded with red gems like flames.

"Bless thy faithful Son, O Vilas the Fire God!

Gamray swirled his body loosely in the momentum of shaking off his heavily shaken right arm.

Like the tornado that emanates from it, a giant tri-colored flame rises to heaven.

It is a swirl of red and blue green, flaming from dragon to dragon. As those flames glimpse, they rise almost as close to the ceiling, and finally burst with a tall tone.

The flame of the three meals becomes a powder of fire, and it comes down from heaven, flickering.

We couldn't even wait for them to disappear, and the women were pounding their hands violently.

"Wow, wow! Really, it's magical!

One big cheer struck me, and I looked back at the side.

My youngest sister is clapping for forgetting me. The green eyes reflected the light of the firepowder, and - on that round face - a heartfelt grin.

Again, I don't think he looks so much like Morn-Rutim.

But still, he seemed as attractive a smile as Morn-Rutim.

Ai-Fa and Lyelpham-Sudra also have a satisfying face and they applaud at all costs. Day-Ravitz had a slight look like this with a wrinkle around his forehead, but the strength of the applause had not beaten those around him.

Malfira-Naham is laughing and exchanging words with his youngest sister next door. Mora-Naham looked a lot more flashy, chasing with his eyes the firepowder that danced in the universe.

What a long, full day it has been.

Right now, the day was full of different shades of brilliance, like the flaming dance that Gamray showed us.

And the Sun God's Easter had just begun.

Starting tomorrow, what joy and excitement await. Losing myself to such a happy thought, I was to watch the last grain of firepowder disappear.