115 113 Banquet Festival (2/2)
”Something delicious was calling it”
”On”
I knew my appetite would win in everything.
Flirting over there, Flirting over here, Fran moves on.
I kind of heard some music. It's not a peachy sound like an edge date, it's more foreign chick music. Am I supposed to call it the middle between Latin and Ethnic?
When I went, there were about five orchestras playing on the street. The forms of instruments seem to be similar in different worlds, such as violin-like instruments and bug-pipe-like instruments.
Enjoying the festival that way, only when the sun was setting and the book of the night was down.
Then there is a loud cheer at the moment.
”Oh, you're here.”
”Big time.”
”That's a mountain bike. Is there anyone up there?
”Witch.”
”Heh, if you ask me, I'm wearing a mysterious costume.”
Once appraised, the profession is becoming a trustee. Are you sure you can hear God? That's the world where God exists.
After this I followed because I said I would offer my congratulations and dance, but I was caught by the crowd and couldn't move on. Everyone thinks together. As it is, we may not make it to the service ceremony.
”Fran, let's see from the top.”
”Mmm.”
It's a little sloppy, but let me try to show you from the privileged seat. We broke out of the crowd and jumped on the roof of the house. Keep going for the square to tell the roof. Sometimes we use air leaps, sometimes we jump the trees into the scaffolding for dark nights.
And it even came to the roof of the clock tower, standing next to the square in front of the temple where the service takes place. From here, you'll have a good view of the square.
If you look at the boulevard, the mountain bike will be here soon. That was a good time.
After a while, in the square beneath her eyes, the witch had begun singing frankly the eulogy offered to God. The noise of the audience has also healed, and only the celebrations and the mystical music played by the orchestra are echoed in the silence. Sounds like some kind of Japanese music next time.
At the same time, a different woman from the witch entered the middle of the square and began to dance, a beautiful girl of about 15 or 6 years of age with a luxurious physique. Keep the silver hair cut off with your shoulders in the night breeze and dance unconsciously.
”Beautiful”
”Right.”
Besides, the movement is amazing. Isn't it pretty strong to fight?
Name: Charlotte Age: 16
Race: Human
Occupation: War Dancer
Status: Normal
Status Level: 30/99
HP: 146 MP: 198 Arms: 68 Health: 77 Agility: 141 Intelligence: 96 Magic: 100 Dexterity: 111
Skills
Avoidance: Lv6, Singing: Lv5, Wind Magic: Lv3, Instant: Lv3, War Dance: Lv7, War Dance: Lv6, Physical: Lv3, Physical: Lv4, Dance: Lv8, Hydromagic: Lv3, Athletic Manipulation, Magic Manipulation
Unique Skills
Enchanted Dance
Title
War Witch
Equipment
Demon Steel Battle Rings, Snow Monkey Cold Resistant Clothes, Pearl Wolf Coats, Pearl Wolf Sandals, Charm Resistant Bracelets, Beauty Foot Rings
After I appraised it, I saw a lot of interesting information. A war dancer? That's an interesting profession. Is this a skill called war dance the main skill?
War Dance: Physical skills to fight while dancing
War Dance: A dance that engages the person you see or energizes your people
Enchanting Dance: Enhancing the Effect of Dance
Fighting while dancing or whatever comic book character it is. The weapon looks like a metal ring in your hand. I'm so interested.
Fran started drinking by taking warm ginger juice out of storage, staring at the dance. It's my favorite these days.
They rarely use it for seasoning, even if they eat ginger around here. Less painful than the one on Earth, much sweeter. So I've never seen ginger juice or ginger-baked dishes. Fran also said you've never had ginger juice before.
”Successful.”
”Own!”
Drink hot ginger juice with your little one while burying your body in the fur of a wolf sitting beside you. She seemed relaxed and Fran was in a good mood with a loose face that rarely showed.
There is a fantastic ritual going on under my eyes. Seriously, this was a privileged seat. We kept watching quietly until the service ceremony was over.
”You're done.”
”Mm-hmm. It was beautiful”
It's time to get back to work. No, the ritual was too beautiful, and I saw it, too. But you took a good breath. Now I think I can work hard again.