The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

The day of the festival came.

Oh, wow!

I tensed like a child to the way the city looked more glamorous than I imagined.

From the windows of the houses that line the streets, colorful flowers.

Every house is decorated with a flag, soothing in the wind under the blue sky. Plenty of shops lined up on the street and various smells tickled my nose tip just a few steps away. The orchestra playing there is also lively. If it's a boulevard, there's nearly ten times the usual crowd.

In every country - even if that's a different world - how can a festival be so exciting!

Where did yesterday's melancholy go, I strolled through the city feeling like I was still going to sing out.

When I attended this festival before, I thought I was a "witch". I couldn't taste the pleasant atmosphere around the city at all. Well, it was a rarer experience to be entrusted with the parade tri as the star of the festival.

"Hey, isn't that Hulka! Why don't you buy one?

From one of the stores, a good voice in the economy called me out.

He's the uncle of the butcher shop that I often visit on buyouts. They're putting out a Frankfurt stall today. Mmm, was this store the identity of the good smelling of meat that drifted from a few meters away?

"Hello, uncle. Wow, that looks delicious ~"

Even while I see it in freshly baked meat, it sells to fly one or two.

"I'll be back when I look around a little bit more"

"Well, come anytime"

The money you can spend at this festival is predetermined. I can't afford to buy anything, so even if I want it, I need to taste it a lot. Hopefully, I'll keep the pennies you guys gave me.

This is how we live the common people, and we finally know what the value of things in this world is. The kind of thing you can call "crude" from me living in modern society is on a general level in this world. When I lived in the royal palace, though I didn't know it because I was surrounded by quality goods as good as the original world.

And now I realize that the money I need to buy that “crude product” is also a big deal for a little girl like me to make. This, too, you didn't know when you were a witch, did you?

By the way, the meals in Lower Town are very tasty. All this, I don't feel like taking a pull to the royal palace or the original world. That's why I'm looking at so many stalls right now.

Walking without doing anything for a while, it caught my eye that a few of the city's daughters were solidifying and whispering something to each other. Everyone seems to be having a lot of fun observing someone.

What is it? I thought, I very casually followed the end of their gaze - and I almost groaned unexpectedly, rushing to bite my voice off.

At the end of his gaze were the knights of the royal palace.

Can I call it half/off duty? It's not a tenuous job, but it feels like the city patrol came to visit at the same time, and the two or three of us are walking down the street slowly. In evidence, they wore some of the most casual of the knights' uniforms to be paid. Whoever sees it can tell it's a knight, but he also knows it's not in work mode.

Speaking of knights, it is a profession that can only be noble in this country. The normal city daughters are the first people who have no connection. I guess that's why your whispering daughters are floating around. I thought I might be able to get close to them because of this festival. In the meantime, it is also about this that regular customers at the fixer said, "I may have a good encounter".

But.

Not at all appreciated for me.

If you're a general soldier going in and out of that fixer, you don't know my witch days, but at the knight level, maybe some faces do. Though I wouldn't be able to find out right now...... there's still something in case. It's a cold sweat thing for me to decide to spend my ex-witch career in a direction that doesn't rose.

But fortunately, among the knights who wanted to pass by now, there was no face I knew.

(Oh, no. Careful.)

It's not that I'm a nominee, though I know I should be grand.

Your daughters were blind at some point. And I thought, apparently, he went after those knights. I hope it leads to a good encounter.

In doing so, the time for the parade is finally approaching.

People overflowing the city begin to gather along the boulevard. I walked away as I felt the feeling that was floating sinking, flushed by the waves of people with the footsteps I had brought.

I'm nervous that Noel might be seen.

That's what I'm looking forward to. Instead, I never dreamed that the opportunity would come to see him again.

(Next door, maybe there's a different witch from me)

Could be there, rather, that was almost a certainty.

During the festival, I heard rumors about Master Ardina several times as I walked through the city.

Apparently it's Noel who's definitely serving as her escort knight. And today, it seems certain that the two of you will participate in this parade. Finally, the beginning and end of coming into my ear until the rumors that they are dating and don't even want to hear about it. Between the young daughters of the city, Noel and Lady Ardina seem to be an admirable couple.

Is that your face? Is it a face? Is it destined for two people with good faces to be united?

I want you to forgive me for sneaking around like that. It's nothing serious, though I don't think it's a couple tied just by their faces.

From the time I was a witch, Noel had it in many ways, but he didn't imitate it with unrestrained hands. I mean, you didn't seem interested in anyone. Some of them were quite beautiful.

Oh, could it be that you were already dating Master Ardina then? Maybe he also realized that I had a thing for Noel, and he just couldn't tell me he had her. Wow, if so, I'm more and more painful......

The tension of the people around me was a nagging climb, approximating me as I leaned more and more.

Finally, an international big fanfare rings out.

It's a signal to start the parade.

The cheer along the way was tremendous.

Hey, guys, the parade hasn't seen a shadow or a shape yet.

Speaking of which, I was standing just around the middle of a wave of people, not in the front or back row. Most of my vision is behind someone's head, but it doesn't seem like a problem to see the coming parade. The people who march are mostly on horses, so they're tall.

Eventually, from afar, I began to hear a slight melody of the musical team.

Those in the front row ride themselves out in unison and go out on purpose. Apparently, I can see the beginning of the parade. Yeah, the folks behind you, trying to step forward, don't push, don't push. It's mayhem. If this is the case, you might as well have been watching the parade secretly from the back.

Even while I was screwed, the parade continued to march well.

The first of these are soldiers who have swung a large international flag. Behind it follows a part of the musical corps, as well as key people in the country. Oh, it looks like the floral knights of this country are cutting ahead. Wow, that's just cool. Beautiful young men with their spines stretched out, marching with their swords raised, were so picturesque that their sighs leaked by accident.

Oh, is that the Knights leader riding the horse behind it? This is another sinister odyssuma, too. I have met him several times, so he is a nostalgic face. Of course they don't notice me over there. No, but maybe to be a knight, you can't just be noble, you need to meet the standards of appearance. All aesthetic shapes from earlier. It is a world of intellect.

The dancers and the prime ministers of the country continued in turn. Exactly, even the king and his queen don't seem to be in this queue, but the three princes seemed to be in it, and it's a very luxurious parade.

And finally, here it comes.

People cheering, changed.

Close to anger, too. It seeped desperation every time I received the long-awaited salvation of God, and I waxed. How desperate is everyone? Was it the same when I was there? I can't remember now.

In the carriage, Master Ardina showed up.

Next door - and the look of my former escort knight.

Master Ardina, in an open carriage with no roof, was waving hard at the people, not even caring about his arms getting tired or anything.

As rumored. No, it's more than that.

It's sparkling and really beautiful like an angel. I was at all costs pointing a smile at the people that seemed to be overflowing with happiness, and my gaze sucked into that look. I can't keep my eyes open. I don't know, I don't believe it anymore. It's not just a well-built face. Something creeping from the inside makes a man's heart eagle.

I wonder if that's "divine power".

I used to, too, give. And now what I lost.

Noel, sitting next to her, was smiling modestly.

His appearance, which I haven't seen in about a year and a half, hasn't changed much. No, I guess it feels more harsh than before. There's a remembrance correction in me, and I don't know if I'd be disappointed with the real thing I haven't seen in a long time - even though I've been secretly thinking about it, it's outrageous. He was much nicer than I remember.

Totally, I don't know.

That's not a simple diagram of a witch and her escort.

Noel doesn't notice me at all.

The gaze toward those gathered along the road feels slippery somewhere. That's right, it turns out he doesn't like these things. If it wasn't for the precious witch, you couldn't be sitting there. Even at my time, it was like following me in the back of a carriage I was sitting on, riding another horse.

Noel, I'm back.

Speak to him in a voiceless voice.

Of course he doesn't look this way at all. I don't know.

I wonder what will happen next.

I'm anxious. It's kind of very - so much so that it's going to be crushed.