A Joyful Interlude

The void was boundless, the myriad worlds vast. Worlds were as countless as stars, and within those endless worlds lived equally countless wondrous forms of life.

The Creation Department of the Star Domain God Race Public Academy was among the subjects that tested creativity and imagination the most. Every student who graduated from it possessed astonishing innovative spirit and courage to experiment. Their energy was forever abundant, their imagination never ran dry, and they could always create the most magnificent worlds and lifeforms through the most miraculous methods...

Of course, let us forget about a certain perennial bottom-ranker who had taken make-up exams tens of thousands of times, outlasted two homeroom teachers, watched the creation studies textbooks undergo three revisions, and still had not earned even an Elementary Creation Certificate.

There was no particular reason for such a reflection. I simply suddenly felt that creating a wondrous race like Biberlu truly required a great deal of imagination.

Fina was not someone who liked liveliness. Her years of quietly thinking alone aboard the Iron Throne had worn away her emotions, but they had also given the girl a habit of solitude. Even when she came to the carnival on a whim, she only sought places where no one would disturb her. Finding an empty bench, sitting there, and quietly watching others revel—that was all Fina wanted to do.

So the four of us headed collectively toward Silvia's little shop. The tranquil slow-paced domain created by the Silver-haired Mole's slow-paced aura was truly the best peaceful place during such a noisy occasion. Besides, her shop stood directly across from the carnival square, separated only by a military isolation force field, which did not hinder Fina's view of the festivities at all.

Though I really had no idea what was so enjoyable about