The Ethereal Moon Festival approached one more day.
As the organizer of this festival, Tetsuya Yamagata Noisuke is already fully prepared.
(It could be the last festival. for my senior year)
Yamagatasuke has a hunch as he tangles and twists his long fingers. Getting to the end of the day is not an issue. But if that's the end of the line, we have to do what it deserves. We must ensure that we pass away satisfactorily.
Every year more people enjoy the Devil's Festival. That's quite a thing. But at the same time, it means sharing the fun. It is also a great contradiction for Norisuke Yamagata, who wants a monopoly on value and pleasure.
More and more people were in tune with themselves in the Complex Devil. That's also very annoying. No need for empathy, understanding, etc. You can do it by yourself. They plan to have all of them attend this festival. And it should be disposed of with the pleasure of madness.
There has always been a desire among Yamagatasuke to break it. Including my own life.
"No family in Lucanenko for how many nights"
Sato reports.
"I know. Sylvia, where's Tanshita?
"It seems that those on the brink of the Silver Storm Hall should invite those on the brink of the Silver Storm Hall."
"I like that."
"If you're from Ip Mountain, I usually bring odd dolphins, so take this. Or would you like to invite someone from the Ueno family, where Ip Mountain currently rents a place to stay?"
"That's funny. Invite as much as you can."
"You have a daughter in junior high. It would be a sacrifice."
"A raucous young maiden is eroded by a curse, scattering her life in despair...? I'm looking forward to seeing what Ip Mountain will look like when he comes to kill me."
Yamagatasuke laughs at it. For him, all other tragedies are comedy.
"It is unfortunate that Lucanenko does not have any relatives or friends"
"If I insist, is it Sylvia the Lord?"
"Well, let's do that"
In response to Sato's words, Yamakunosuke said.
"It was a great loss that the beloved, the close one, would be lost in front of him, the president pickled in formalin, who was a spectacle of his grief"
Says Yamaki Noisuke unfortunately. He was once a regular guest of the President pickled in formalin. The story is that many of the same regular customers were arrested, but Yamagatasuke used magic to erase his tracks and escape successfully.
"Let's get to the conclusion that we just have to do it with my own hands. Take advantage of the festival. An actor for that - the sacrifice it deserves. Now, like a formalin-pickled president, I wonder if we can make it work."
While I regret that the organization disappeared, the fact that regular customers were arrested was that those with values similar to my own disappeared, and I was also satisfied with Sukesuke Yamagata.
The day before the Ethereal Moon Festival, Junko was to visit the residence of Lucanenko and hold a meeting with Silvia and several nights.
"At first, I thought I was looking at Zongfang City, but it's not like that at all. Zunfantasy City is just a lawless place, a place to sing about freedom. The Ethereal Moon Festival is a time and place of lawlessness, so it's a festival where you can only make foolish noises."
And, Sylvia.
"I've done a lot of research on the Ethereal Moon Festival as well, but this isn't just about magicians having sabbatical fun, it's about festivals where people with madness within and different values from people liberate them. The place of the festival is an unpopular place, and on the day of the festival you cannot enter from the outside unless you are cursed. Because it will be a completely isolated space from the outside world, you will be able to ramble there as you please."
Put your hands on your chin, Junko speaks.
As far as Junko and Sylvia previewed, the purpose of the festival seems to vary from visitor to visitor. Some people just want to make a fool of themselves, others want to kill each other, arm test each other, enjoy watching it, break the curse, collect the curse, and so much more.
"People get drunk on madness, they admire madness."
Nights said with a slight laugh.
"I admire madness, too. But I just admire it. Your sister was spotting it, wasn't she? I just admire madness, and it's not madness. I regret it, but you're right. I am not dyed of madness. I can't be a lunatic. The Ethereal Moon Festival - as long as I'm listening to our guests who have experience, there seems to be a side to the festival to pretend to be insanely drunk."
"I mean, I wonder if there's a mess between a real lunatic and a regular admirer of a lunatic. Like a player named Madman and an audience like Nori who enjoys watching it?
I imagine Junko has a lot to talk about when I hear about a few nights.
"In fact, if you don't join us, you don't know what it's like. As far as I'm concerned, it's a savato-like image. I mean, if you want to make a wish, just don't go to a festival like that and come and remodel it to me."
"If it's Junko's lab, there's a risk of dying."
I laugh when the nights are dull.
"Looks like some guys are taking pictures of the festival and giving it to the internet. But is it locked and only the festival attendees can see it?"
Find the festival attendee's blog, Sylvia says.
"Says only the cursed are eligible to participate in the festival, but Sylvia's curse rifle is also valid?
"It is possible to possess only cursed goods."
How many nights answered Junko's question?
"If Junko took the curse with him, he could join us."
Sylvia says.
"Hmm, I can curse myself if I want to."
At this time, Junko was thinking about trying to see if he could enter the kingdom without being cursed.
"You know, when I'm in the parade, I mean, I can move whatever I want, right?
"Oh, I don't want you to understand that you're working with us."
Sylvia answers the confirmation of Junko.
"If I was checked in and out of here, wouldn't that be dangerous, too?
"You don't know if you're stuck with us. I might just be visiting as a guest. Finally, I don't think it's been checked. My men are watching the area."
"Oh well. So, he wants me to suppress Mr. Ip Shan if I can."
"If there's any sign of him turning to the enemy. I treat Junko as a parade not only because he doesn't understand, but also because I think Junko should be allowed to move at his own discretion rather than being instructed to do so by others. I'm sure you'll do well, won't you?
"Haha, you don't even have to believe that much..."
Junko cheeks like lights.
(This guy is surprisingly vulnerable to deception, so this is how you treat him.)
Sylvia, on the other hand, was thinking about that.
"The festival venue... it's a completely wooded area. Is there just one building?"
Sylvia sees where the Ethereal Moon Festival is scheduled to take place with footage from satellites.
"Honestly, I wanted to avoid going to the festival. I feel like I should leave you to Ip Mountain. But if we make the choice not to go, we'll do something extra crazy."
"I've always been interested in the Ethereal Moon Festival, and I'm going with my sister and Junko, I'm looking forward to it."
I say it with a cat stroke and how many nights it clings to Sylvia.
"Sylvia, how many nights do you admire me?"
Junko is relieved inside because the nights are headed toward Sylvia more than he is.
"There's nothing you can admire about me..."
Sylvia said in a dark face.
"What? Why?"
Peek into Sylvia's unfloating face, and how many nights pointy her lips.
"You never looked at me the whole time, did you? I found out you were a lesbian daughter, so my legs and nature were far away. I'm such a selfish, cold person. It works that way with nature. I don't care if you like him like that."
I look at Sylvia mocking herself for nights.
"I've made people feel bad because of this personality... and I've hurt people. I'm... not a very good person."
"But your sister is not the one who hurts people and thinks nothing of them, is she?
"Well... yeah"
On what night, Sylvia turns to her cheeks as she decides to look bad.
"Nobody's alive without hurting anybody, and I don't think Sylvia, at least, is hurting more people than I am."
"I'm sorry to be with you. You know, it's harder to find someone who's hurt than you."
Though Junko will follow you, I don't think Junko will follow you, Sylvia.
"Uh, is that right? If you're Mr. Hitler or Mr. Stalin or Mr. Polpoto, I think you're better than me."
"Haha, finally in the holocaust class"
How many nights laughed at Junko's words, and Sylvia spilled a smile as well.
There was a man in the hallway on the floor of the building where there was Yamagata Noisuke, sleeping on his back with a grand large letter. It is Ip Shan.
I am currently sleeping in a blast, but I wake up as soon as there are signs of people. That's how I set myself up.
"It's maggots, so it's possible to have that degree of self-control...... Munya..."
Shortly after he said his bedtime words, such as that, Ip Mountain's eyes open. My fingertip phone shook.
'They think no more enemies will come. The festival is tomorrow, and you should already go home today and get some rest in preparation for AS'
The other party was a client, Sato.
"Okay. Maggots."
Hang up the phone, Ip Shan heads to the elevator.
(I was told you can rest, but you should go to the Aemon Festival venue and go look down on the place.)
Leaf Mountain decided to go look down and keep waiting at the festival venue.