The Paskonja Festival in Chu Mu's memories had been very modest.
But he believed that Belobog, now under Bronya's rule, would surely not be as cruel as it had been in Cocolia's era.
If it was Bronya, she would surely create a Paskonja Festival for the people with an atmosphere closer to the fairy tales in books.
To celebrate Belobog's rebirth, this Paskonja Festival was bound to be spectacular!
At the very least, the people of the Underworld could now bask beneath blue skies too.
So Chu Mu encouraged Stelle and March 7th to put on beautiful clothes and attend the celebration in their finest.
After hearing this, March 7th immediately ran back to her room to look for an outfit.
Stelle stood where she was, unmoved.
She spread her hands.
"This is all I've got. I'm like an outdated hero in a game without any skins. Sigh, if only March's figure were a little more like mine. She has so many clothes."
In fact, both Himeko and March 7th had had clothes made for Stelle, but every time Stelle chose a design, it was identical to the outfit she had originally worn on the Space Station.
So Stelle didn't lack new clothes. Every outfit simply looked the same.
Just then, Kafka walked over, resting one hand on Chu Mu's shoulder and wrapping her other arm around Stelle's neck as she said affectionately:
"What are you two talking about over here? We're almost ready to get off. Come on, come change with me. Surely you aren't planning to go back in those filthy clothes?"
Stelle: "!!!"
Why did she suddenly feel so touched?
Stelle asked in disbelief:
"You prepared clothes for me?"
"For both of you," Kafka said with a smile. "Though someone else picked up the bill."
Chu Mu