Happy times always passed quickly. It seemed that time flowed at different speeds depending on one's mood.
The good days of the Holy Blood Festival seemed as if they would never end, but sadly, amid the day-after-day revelry, the festival finally reached its closing day.
Early this morning, several stages in the city square were taken down after their final performances, much to the regret of the townsfolk. The Silvermoon Troupe's "Foreigner Fashion Show" had really gone all out for its final performance today.
The genius designer, Madam Shui, brought back the twenty-seven outfits that had been most popular over the past nine days for a "limited-time encore."
"Competing for attention" didn't begin to describe the scene. The men and women gathered around the runway watched the entire show, hooting and hollering from start to finish. Some hot-blooded young men even got nosebleeds on the spot. There was no need to tally which outfit was the most popular; the cheers and applause all around made it clear that even Transians understood "beauty" just like men from another world did.
That was, in a way, rather "tragic."
As Madam Shui had expected, she discovered that men in every world seemed to like black—and the more skin an outfit showed, the more they liked it.
A tragedy!
It seemed the locals still had a lot to learn about appreciating "beauty."
Still, Madam Shui was pleased that the Parnassus Knight, the embodiment of the continent's legend of the "Knight of True Love," had watched her entire fashion show and given it rave reviews. The Golden Knight had even gifted a rare treasure, the "Ever-Blooming Midnight Rose," as a "prize" to the ladies who took the stage on the final day.
The name alone made it clear that this delicate flower could remain in