EYEWITNESS ACCOUNT: THE HALF-ELF
Eina was tired.
“The Goddess Festival is so much work…”
“We’re always running back and forth, and the workload never seems to get smaller!”
Misha’s sympathy elicited a dry smile from Eina as the half-elf adviser ferried sacks of vegetables from place to place.
Every time there was some kind of big event in the city, the Guild had a lot of work to do. Not only was there paperwork and logistics, but also working out security with Ganesha Familia, welcoming VIPs from other cities and nations, plus beating some modesty into the gods and goddesses so they didn’t get carried away and spoil the festivities. The list was not exhaustive, and to give a full account of the Guild’s duties would take all day.
But the biggest problem of all was simply that Orario was so large. Even with the help of volunteers, a lot was required to make the event a success, and the amount of work involved was anything but light.
“It’s a good thing we have a day off tomorrow,” said Misha. “We didn’t get one at all last year.”
“Right, but that’s because we’re given days off on other events instead.”
“I mean, yeah, but…” Misha pouted, her pink hair bobbing. Then her mood quickly changed, and her face lit up. “Do you have plans tomorrow?” she asked. “We could explore the festival together if you like?”
“Oh, well, I, er…”
Of course, Eina was happy to go to the festival alongside her old friend, but a sudden thought gave her pause.
I wonder if Bell is free tomorrow…? N-n-n-not that I have any intentions of doing anything inappropriate!
Eina had been far too busy to confirm Bell’s schedule, so chances were likely slim, but she was prepared to grasp at straws if need be. It wasn’t even as if she was that interested in the Goddess Festival itself—it never seemed her thing. She would tell herself she was far too busy and perhaps daydream. “Oh, Natalie said she was going out to the festival with someone. I wonder what she’s doing now…maybe eating a fancy dinner while gazing at the skyline…” Something along those lines. Whenever she tried to picture herself in that position, however, her brain overheated, and she couldn’t think straight.
Perhaps, if the stars aligned, Eina could enjoy a nice day out with Bell, just like when they went to sort out his armor that one time…
…But just as Eina daydreamed happily about the prospect, reality picked that moment to rear its ugly head.
“Oh, look! It’s little bro! And check out that cutie on his arm. H-hey, Eina?!”
Thud! Clatter!
The sacks of pumpkins toppled out of Eina’s arms and scattered all over the floor. When she saw Bell and Syr, hand in hand, enjoying the festivities, her brain chose to completely shut down.
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