Chapter 268

Chicken Tactics

“Then, do you remember how the Holy Eve Festival went last year?” Rafina asked.

“Oh, yes, I do.”Geett the latest novels on no/v/elbin(.)c/om

Mia nodded as she thought about what had happened. The biggest event in Saint-Noel every year was the Holy Eve Festival. The festival was meant to show gratitude to His Holiness for the past year. It was based on the story of how the Holy Deity came down to earth and gave people the light of hope.

Every year, it was held during the first week of the last month. It started with a solemn mass by candlelight and was followed by a lively party. During the mass, everyone stood around the altar with a wooden lamp in their hands. Before Rafina spoke, a traditional list of hymns was sung.

At the end, everyone would go outside and throw their lamps onto a bonfire, making it grow from a small flame to a huge one. The ritual meant that God’s light of hope was shining on the earth.

After that, the party started, and the fun would keep going all night long. The event wasn’t just at the academy, either. It took place all over the island, and students would wander through the town in bands, spreading cheer and fun.

The year before, Mia and her friends had gone to the market for a long time and then stayed up all night talking in Chloe’s room.

If anyone wants to know how the festival went in the past Mia timeline, it went about as bad as you would have thought.

She stayed in her room waiting until Sion would come to ask her out. During the party, Esmeralda stopped by with a group of friends and asked her to join them. She turned them down because she thought she couldn’t leave in case Sion showed up while she was gone.

She wasn’t waiting for a certain time, and she hadn’t been promised anything. She just waited and waited, and the next thing she knew, birds were singing and she was awake.

Being able to move around freely made it much easier to leave the island, which gave the Chronicles’ prediction a lot of scary weight.

Oh, but the me in the Chronicles didn’t know that leaving the island would kill me, so maybe I just wanted to get some fresh air and didn’t think much about it at the time...

She tried to picture herself deciding on a whim to go for a long ride and just walking off the island with a horse. She succeeded.

Okay, I could definitely see myself doing that.

She thought about what this thought meant. For example, she might have felt tense because of all the work she had to do to get ready for the festival. She might have been looking for a way to get rid of her anger and hoped that a long gallop would help her do that.

Since the party was on the island, she would have to go somewhere else to ride her horse. She would have to leave the island. The more she thought about this situation, the more likely it seemed that it would happen.

In that case, however, the answer is easy. I just have to make sure I don’t do the stupid thing and leave Saint-Noel, no matter how busy I am or how frustrated I feel. That’s it. I might just spend the whole time in my room. I could even throw some kind of student council appreciation party at work and party there all night... Huh, I like how that sounds. Maybe there will be mushroom stew at the party...

Even though her mind thought this was a good plan, her stomach didn’t seem to agree, and something in it kept fluttering. It bothered her, and she couldn’t get rid of it for some reason.

A-Anyway, I should use this time to prepare as much as I can until the day comes. At least I know I can do something useful like that!

Where there is carelessness, death is not far behind. So Mia would stay away from both of them by never letting her guard down. She planned to win this battle by staying away from her enemy like the plague.

As the saying goes: when you’re a chicken, you should do what chickens do. So she is using Chicken Tactics.