It is said—
The eve of the festival is actually part of the festival itself.
"Winter has truly arrived."
Even while lying in bed, Hyperion could sense the festive atmosphere of the winter celebrations outside the window at Saint Kray Monastery.
Today, the shopkeepers of Brilda must already be busy decorating their storefronts and preparing to sell Moon Goddess Festival-themed products tomorrow. The young students at the monastery must be fretting about how to match their outfits, while the teachers fear losing dignity during the monastery's grand festivities.
Every grand celebration always puts on a lively display.
"The South Continent is engulfed in war. Precisely because of this, when the festival arrives, people yearn even more to revel, to indulge in joy, hoping to dispel the shadows in their hearts."
Talia stared at the increasingly light snowfall outside the window and spoke to Hyperion.
This was something Lanci had taught her.
