☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Perhaps, just to spite the gloomy and petty priest, or perhaps simply to maintain the atmosphere, Aiyano did something she had never planned to do in her life (which was already not the first such event during this expedition) - namely, during the general festivities, she also performed a lyrical song:



Presumably, this photograph depicted the image she had been feeling in her soul lately - cosmic loneliness, abandoned somewhere and left to the whims of fate, with the Kami-sama being the only truly friendly faces for her, to whom she offered many heartfelt prayers every day, surrounded by her knives and with a quiver of crossbow bolts dangling on her belt... But even if not, it could very well mean that, depending on the perception of the specific listener.
The song was Nihonese, but the cosmic skill of bilingualism that the blood of Naryia had endowed her with allowed her to easily perform it in Welfern as well, liberally sprinkling it with Nihonese words on the fly in those moments when it would be difficult to convey the meaning in the local language, or when it would be beneficial for the textual sound.
After finishing the performance, she bowed and belatedly, with a touch of embarrassment, looked away from the resting townspeople.

In the end, only Trude, Aiyano, Lord, Emil, and Akia remained. It was time for them to pack up as well.

Collecting leftovers and dishes from many people, including messy children, had never been and could never be something exciting or even just not tiring, but today it was quite easy, which is what she was doing, without forgetting to carefully pack different types of garbage and picnic supplies into containers strictly designated for their respective categories.