Many days had passed since the annual Midsummer Festival, yet traces of the holiday could still be seen everywhere in River Valley Town.
Miss Molly, the Association receptionist who was always listless, had put on the pure silver earrings she bought during a store promotion.
The newly developed hangover potion by Lady Edwina of Green Grass Crucible had been widely praised during Midsummer, and she was said to be considering mass production.
The enormous bonfire in the town's Central Plaza had already been cleaned up with the help of the workers.
But in a corner of the plaza, in the cracks between a few inconspicuous paving stones, one could still see the charred marks left by the ash.
By comparison, the Adventurers in White Tit Tavern did not seem to have noticed that the festival had long since passed.
Even though all kinds of events had already ended, the atmosphere inside the tavern remained fervent.
From sunset, as dusk deepened, to dawn breaking and the morning light shining bright, the sounds of lutes, noise, and cheers—
Even some cracked, haphazard singing—had never stopped.
For these Adventurers, who carried their heads at their belts and walked a tightrope, the so-called "Midsummer" was only an excuse to celebrate.
After a mission, every day was a festival, and every breath was worth commemorating.
"Hey, there was quite a commotion over in Kalanfu'er the other day. Do you know what was really going on?"
At a drinking table, an Adventurer in crude leather armor deliberately raised his voice and replied to the teammate beside him.
They knew each other inside and out, so naturally they understood what the other meant.
Though they had already discussed it countless times in private, the teammate still pretended as if this were the first time he had heard