They say—
The eve of the festival was actually part of the festival as well.
"It really is winter now."
Even lying in bed, Hughberlian could feel the winter festival atmosphere outside at Saint Krui Di Monastery.
The shopkeepers in Bulida must already be busy decorating their storefronts today, preparing to sell Moon God Festival-themed goods tomorrow. The young men and women studying at the monastery were surely fretting over how to coordinate their outfits, while the teachers were afraid of losing face during the monastery's grand festival.
Whenever a major festival came around, a lively spectacle was bound to unfold.
"The Southern Continent is currently embroiled in war. That's precisely why, when the festival arrives, everyone longs even more to celebrate and indulge in joy, hoping to dilute the gloom in their hearts."
Talia gazed at the rain and snow drifting more and more lightly outside the window as she explained this to Hughberlian.
Lanchi had taught her this, too.
She had never had much understanding of human festivals before.
The two of them had lost track of time while chatting in the second-floor bedroom. Now, when they glanced at the clock, they realized it was already past ten in the morning.
"I hope tomorrow will be sunny. At least cloudy, anyway. No rain—light snow at most."
Hughberlian clasped her hands in a peculiar pose.
"Let's hope so."
Talia merely nodded casually.
Even the Moon God whom everyone would worship tomorrow could not predict the weather.
No kind of weather affected her appetite, so she did not care.
"By the way, Tata, you've kept me company for so long without eating anything yourself. Are you hungry?"
Hughberlian suddenly realized this and asked Talia.
"A little."
Talia rubbed her stomach.
Her attention had originally been distracted by Hughberlian. Now that