"So beautiful... I saw fireworks back when I lived in the countryside, but never anything this spectacular."
Standing by the railing, Victoria tilted her head back, her gaze following the fireworks as they bloomed and faded, and murmured in wonder.
She paused, then added quietly, "If only Sylvia were here with us."
Greg heard her murmur and remembered that Sylvia had apparently gone to see Veronica off today in her capacity as a Candidate Saintess.
Had those two gotten into another argument before parting?
After all, they'd never seemed to get along very well...
As he pondered this, Lilith suddenly snorted beside him. "Hmph, they're just ordinary fireworks. What's so amazing about them?"
Victoria retorted without even turning around, "If they're so ordinary, then stop watching."
"I-I'm appreciating folk art! What do you know!"
"Oh, so this is what you call 'folk art'? Your eyes were practically popping out of your head just now. I thought you liked them too."
"W-whose eyes were popping out of their head! Stop talking nonsense, you commoner!"
Greg: "..."
Honestly, he was starting to wonder how these two had ever gotten together in some of the original story's routes.
Fortunately, this time Vivian didn't scold Juno, who was shouting excitedly beside them. Instead, she moved a little closer to Greg and quietly held his hand as they watched the magnificent display overhead.
The fireworks lasted about ten minutes. When the final burst finished blooming in the night sky, leaving behind silent stars and wisps of smoke, it also marked the definitive end of this part of the story.
After a round of awed exclamations, the crowd began to disperse. Greg led the four girls away from the railing and back down the street.
By the time the five of them returned to the Magic