episode_0177

festival. If it is a big festival held in the territory belonging to Berfia, from what I remember, it is a festival held on four national holidays: the first king’s birthday, the current king’s birthday, National Foundation Day, and finally, Star Calling Day.

It may be because the meteorite incident where Arjen, who was called the Mad Dragon, first received favor from humans occurred on the Day of Star Calling, but it was information that I vividly remembered as I had not experienced many festivals.

But just because those four were the biggest festivals didn’t mean there weren’t other festivals. Each region has its own culture, customs, or something worth celebrating. The festival held at Potera this time feels like that.

The name of this anniversary, celebrated only today in Potera, is ‘Salvation Day’. The origin of the name comes from an incident about 600 years ago when a warrior defeated a demon in the old land of Potera.

“More than 600 years ago…”

“He is a warrior much more senior than me. To begin with, I never met a demon while I was on active duty.”

“For some reason, the lord made a fuss about seeing the hero in person, saying it would be an honor to record it for generations to come in the family… All the people in this land were friendly to the hero.”

Whatever it was, considering my purpose, the fact that this festival was not a national holiday meant that it was not a day to be taken lightly. Since its meaning was a day to honor warriors, performances were the most important day.

“You casually invited me on a day like this…”

It’s not that the place was shabby, but I was very shabby. Because I am a bard who has never performed in front of people.

“Sure. What on earth did Youngju believe in entrusting you with this position?”

“What do you believe? I guess I trusted you.”

He’s a bard who hangs out with an active warrior, so what else can he think?

“But fortunately, it would be a consolation that there were other performances besides yours.”

I sighed as I heard Wayne’s comforting voice.

“How is that comforting? Rather, I feel more burdened because I feel like I will be compared directly with other bards who are said to be nandagin.”

“Is that so? Still, it’s better than having the success or failure of the festival depend on you alone, right?”

“Now that you say that, it seems like that again.”

The performance is performed by relics.

I also ate the Siren’s singing sac.

The score is a song by Ludwig van Beethoven.

Just looking at this lineup, my practice is as insignificant as rat droppings. So the lack of experience will not be noticeable.

Nevertheless, the reason why I feel so nervous is probably the fear that comes from the unknown of something that has never been done before.

“The streets are noisy.”

As I left the hotel and walked down the street with Wayne, a festive atmosphere was in the air from the morning.

Markets were held throughout the streets, and the buildings were full of decorations that had never been seen before.

“Look at that. There are already minstrels performing on the streets.”

When I looked at the direction Wayne was pointing to, I saw a minstrel wearing a green robe sitting in the square, singing in full swing since morning.

It felt like I was watching a busking on the street, so out of curiosity, I went closer and listened to the song.

“Oh~! A fierce battle of strength between two warriors who endured harsh rain and wind!”

Both the lyrics and the tone sounded as if a tenor singer was performing an opera. For one reason or another, only the voice stood out to the point where the sound was a bit lacking with just one harp.

‘I guess I’ll have to be more careful about that.’

In my case, the type of guitar is not an electric guitar but an acoustic one, so I need to pay attention to the balance of my voice. This is because there are no microphones, amplifiers or anything here.

“Two eyes meeting! Two swords clashing! Two faces getting closer following the fierce momentum!”

hmm…? I think the lyrics are a bit strange. Do those lyrics resonate with people here?

“Then the two lips overlap!”

“Ugh!”

As soon as I heard the next lyric, I grabbed Wayne’s hand and ran away.

“You suddenly have a gay drift there…?”

Somehow, I should have looked into it when there weren’t many people listening. It wasn’t the time zone that was the problem, but the song was full of problems in many ways…

Wayne must have felt uncomfortable after hearing this, so he asked me a question.

“Eugene. You said you turned my story into a song, right?”

“…Ugh. That’s right.”

“Didn’t you mention that I had sex with someone of the same sex…?”

“Are you crazy! Put that in!”

The lyrics were centered around Wayne, but the circumstances that forced her to abandon humanity and join Arjen had to be believably made up.

Naturally, Arjen also joins the story, and I want to hear something about lesbian sex…

Not only will you be scolded by the people here, but you will also be taken to Earth and scolded for adding such lyrics to Beethoven’s song.

“I know. Just in case…”

“Good to know. Anyway, listening to someone else play like this is a pretty good experience. I should have listened to it a long time ago.”

“How about listening as much as possible from now on? There’s still a lot of time left until the performance.”

My performance was the main performance of the festival, so it was held after dinner time when the atmosphere was warm. I agreed with Wayne and wandered around mainly to watch street performances by other minstrels.

“To you my love─!”

“Even though I want to hold onto you as you leave!”

“The memories that remained after we broke up…”

This is an idea I had while touring street performances, and for some reason the percentage of love songs was overwhelmingly high. I guess it can’t be helped since that’s what people are all interested in.

I once again felt that there was no difference between people here and people on Earth.

“How was it?”

Wayne asked me if I felt like I had seen the show for a while. I calmly expressed my impressions.

“I don’t think I sing as well as I thought…?”

At first, I thought everyone wasn’t being sincere. However, judging from the fact that the audience expressed sincere gratitude for the money they gave, it was not a sloppy song.

“Huh? okay? I felt like everyone was fine for a bard…”

“For a bard…? If you’re a bard, shouldn’t you be able to sing better?”

“You probably sing better than the average person. But compared to a professional choir, it’s a bit…”

The choir is probably a church choir. Considering the stature of the Stella Order here, the choir’s skills would also be outstanding.

However, that is not a basis for disparaging the bard. Wayne gave an additional answer to my question.

“I can’t help it. Unlike the choir, which only practices and sings songs throughout its life, bards are people who travel around and travel, and based on that experience, they sing comic stories and heroic stories.”

“…Aha.”

I understood it too late. So, unlike a typical singer, a bard also needs the skills of an adventurer.

If you were to compare people who devote all of their time to singing and people who had to devote a certain portion of their time to adventure, it was inevitable that the latter would come out on top.

“That’s right. Can you give me a little bit before the performance? Still, it’s a song about me, so I want to listen to it in advance and prepare my heart.”

When she said that she wanted reassurance rather than the emotion of hearing it for the first time, I decided to tell her the rehearsal that I had kept secret from others.

This change of heart was based on a twisted sense of relief that the other bard’s skills were not as good as my expectations.

Still, I had no desire to follow the others and perform on the streets, so I took Wayne with me and flew to the coast where I met Siren.

“Do I have to do it like this…?”

Wayne’s reaction of lamenting my meticulousness was a bonus.

“Okay, let me call you then?”

“Yes.”

I took out the relic I received from Stella and took a stance. This amazing instrument even adjusted itself to the most natural and comfortable playing position for me.

Match the beat by hitting the body of the acoustic guitar with your fingertips…

♩♪♪♩♪~

I recited the lyrics I had carefully thought out in time with my hands moving automatically.

“…How about it?”

After I finished playing, I took a quick look at Wayne.

“…….”

Wayne just opened his mouth without saying anything.

“There are bugs in my mouth.”

“Huh? uh? Ah… Wow! Well, you sing really well, right? Have you been acting so cruel while singing so well?”

“Eomsal… It’s because I can’t be objective about how well I sing.”

“Out of all the songs I’ve ever heard in my life, it was the best?”

“That much?”

Of course, I thought I sang well, but since Sirocco and Wayne were all well-received, my nervousness disappeared and confidence filled my heart.

Thanks to this, even though it was already evening and it was time for the performance, the relaxed feeling continued.

The venue for the performance was a church. The area was large enough to accommodate many people, and since it was the day of salvation in the first place, it was a day where the hero and Stella, the source of the hero’s power, were the main characters.

Other than me, other bards came out first and took turns expressing what they wanted to say in song.

Perhaps because they were all renowned poets, applause poured out both when they appeared and when the performance ended.

As if to prove that they were actually performing on such a large stage, their skills were much better than those performing on the street.

Clap clap clap clap!

“… This was the performance of Kelly Burn, a graduate of Doul. The next performance is by Eugene from Eletrobe.”

When the host called my name, I slowly moved from the back of the stage to the front of the stage. As I looked directly at the countless spectators in front of me, my heart, which had been stable for so long, began to beat again.

“Wow!”

“Eujin!!”

I wonder if the saying, “Together with the warrior,” has already spread widely. Even though it was my first performance as a bard, the cheers I received were not at all smaller than those of other bards.

“Phew.”

I sigh as if letting out the tension. Despite the anxiety of what would happen if I couldn’t even start the performance due to the pressure, the artifact worked properly and my hands began to move freely.

A relic so amazing that it must be possessed by a god, it perfectly plays a song composed by the god of music himself.

As my hands moved automatically, my voice also started doing its job semi-automatically.

Still, I thought I might make a mistake if I looked directly at the audience, so I calmly finished the performance with my eyes closed.

“…….”

“…….”

Even though the performance and singing had clearly ended, the audience remained silent. I slowly opened my closed eyes, wondering if I had done something wrong.

match.

Clap clap clap…

“Woo….”

“Wow!!”

Clap clap clap clap clap!!

At that moment, thunderous applause and shouts filled the normally quiet church.

This was the moment when the nickname ‘Heavenly Diva’ was born among the countless nicknames I had and will have in the future.