Since it is called a festival, there must be a festival.

From about one o'clock, the stage next to the climbing stairs has been heating up the atmosphere with each more exquisite performance. When the watch hands point to about two forty, the performance stage is already surrounded by water.

Under such circumstances, it is obvious that everyone in the Young Detective Team cannot watch the show well through conventional methods, so——

"Be careful, don't fall." Baxun stood on the roof of his house, threw a few mats on the roof, and handed the binoculars to the little guys who climbed up together. "Although you can hear the sound of the stage and the general scene here.

action, but you can see it more clearly with a telescope."

"The location here is quite good!" Mitsuhiko said in surprise. "It's not far from the stage and it's high up."

"Well," Qianyu looked at the stage not far away with a telescope. "This is still a good effect, thank you sister."

"We can't let you go to the stage to look at other people's legs, right?" Baxun stretched. "Qianyu, you keep an eye on them, I'll go back and take a nap."

"Sister, don't you want to watch the festival?" Ayumi asked curiously as she knelt on the small mat.

"I gave the miko the training tape to her. I know exactly what she can do." Yahiro said, climbing down from the skylight.

"How long until it starts?" Yuantai couldn't hold himself back and asked.

"Don't you like the performance being performed now?" Qianyu did not put down the telescope, but was still watching the prayer ceremony intently.

"It's boring. The last fire-breathing performance was more fun." Yuantai curled his lips.

"..." Qianyu then realized that for these little guys, only those projects with specific visual impact are good-looking. Although the prayer ceremony currently going on is very interesting in Qianyu's eyes, but

But it will make the little ones boring.

Oh, by the way, this kind of prayer ceremony must be interesting to someone.

Qianyu put down the telescope and turned his head, and sure enough he saw Conan watching the prayer ceremony with all his concentration. It was in sharp contrast to the three little ones next to him.

Edogawa Conan, you are really the one (special one)... Your reasoning ability, excellent physical fitness, extraordinary courage and courage are amazing even for adults. Not to mention children, even

For adults, how many people are as talented as you?

I don't know how far he can grow in the future... Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

"What's wrong?" It was Conan who interrupted Qianyu's thoughts. He had put down the telescope at some point and stared at Qianyu. "Is there something on my face?"

"No, I seemed to have seen it wrong just now." Qianyu realized his gaffe, quickly found an excuse to cover it up, and then started watching the prayer ceremony again. At this moment, more than a dozen people came down the climbing stairs,

The person in the back was none other than Representative Nagisa, and the person in front of him was the organization member—who was also his butler.

Did the congressman go to the shrine? Before, Qianyu only saw the miko Miss Ei coming down, but not anyone else, so the congressman and his party stayed there for at least two hours. With so much time, it was obviously not just a visit to Chaihime Shrine, I'm afraid

There are also any political or other discussions.

Most of the other people stayed close to the edge of the crowd and walked into a two-story building next to the stage and the street, where they could tower over everyone and get the best viewing experience. However, Representative Nagisa was standing next to the housekeeper.

Accompanied by him, he slowly walked towards the front of the stage. Although there were a lot of people watching the performance, they all invariably made way for the congressman after pushing, complaining and urging each other.

Councilor Nagisa and the steward walked close to the guardrail blocking the crowd outside the stage. When they arrived at the position facing the stage, they stopped without saying a word, obviously waiting for the next highlight.

When the prayer ceremony performance came to an end and the believers who had been blessed by the goddess exited happily, everyone knew that the real protagonist of this festival had arrived.

"The next play," a rich and loud male voice penetrated the air and reached Qianyu and others who were more than ten meters away from the stage. "Open up new places! The performer - Your Highness the Miko!"

The crowd, which had been affected by the prayer ceremony before, had become quiet and was looking forward to this big show.

"Here we come," as Qianyu reminded him softly, the little ones all began to wait quietly.

Two musical instruments, the taiko drum and the shakuhachi (a wind instrument), were played at the same time. A girl wearing a gold crown, lavender shoulder-length hair, and a white costume decorated with some maple leaves walked into the room holding a handbell.

Inside, various colored ribbons tied at the end of the handbell are fluttering in the wind under the swing of the girl's other hand.

"Is this Miss Ying?" Conan's voice suddenly appeared in Qianyu's ears. In order not to delay others watching the performance, his voice was very soft.

"Ah?" Qianyu was slightly surprised, but then she realized that Conan was right. "It seems...the face and shape are similar, but why did it get dyed?"

That Miss Ying from before, her color was not like this!

"Nothing," Conan glanced at Ying's head again and confirmed. "It's just a masterpiece of light."

Ying's expression does not give people the feeling of a pure natural girl like yesterday, but one that is sacred, noble, and a little sad.

The speed and slowness of the story, the flow of footsteps, the words and deeds, tell the story of a sad girl who has been wandering here, and how she is gently welcomed by this paradise. When beautiful things that have never been noticed, but have always existed, appear in the girl's eyes.

When they were around, they talked to and comforted the sad and melancholy girl. Trees, birds, fish, insects...the vibrant nature gave birth to countless beautiful lives.

The girl's dance steps quickened. She was obviously infected by the beauty here and wanted to settle here and become a part of this land.

The soft rhythm suddenly disappeared, and the taiko drum took over the main melody.

Plagues, floods, fires, famines, wars, natural and man-made disasters have descended on this beautiful land, and only one out of a hundred lives has been devastated.

Shakuhachi joins again.

The girl knelt down slightly, as if praying for the power of the gods, and then her movements suddenly became more rhythmic.

The girl prayed to God and received the power of God. She led the people here to fight against natural disasters, defend against attacks from outsiders, protect this pure land, and make it more fertile.

The disaster is over, the girl has exhausted her power, so she bids farewell to everyone and sleeps here. The Taiko also exits as the plot develops.

Before going to sleep, the girl performed her last dance, with a sad expression, but a smile on her lips. Fallen red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Even if she is about to part from this world, she can become a beautiful world that she protects with all her strength.

part of it is also gratifying.

The sound of the bell and shakuhachi dispersed, and the girl's movements stopped.
Chapter completed!