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Chorus

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When Stella sat down, the applause finally ceased.

Dia and Marcosias gazed at her with eyes that sparkled brightly.

“It was really good, piyo.” (Dia)

“It moved me.” (Marcosias)

“Phew, I am glad it went well. I tried imitating a little of how Elt-sama speaks, or rather his manner of argument.” (Stella)

Stella believed she had probably done well. Elt often spoke in a manner that stirred his listeners, and she had tried to adopt a little of that for herself. The result had been very good indeed.

“If it had not been well received, I would have had to perform a handstand on a single finger or something to liven the mood.” (Stella)

“That is that thing you sometimes do at home, piyo.” (Dia)

“It would have been effective, but it is too much of a brute force measure.” (Marcosias)

Stella averted her eyes for a moment and replied in a low voice.

“To guide others with words is a difficult art. Elt-sama does it far better than I.” (Stella)

Elt listened well to others, considered what additional measures to take, and then acted. He also delegated properly. In fact, he entrusted tasks to others quite thoroughly after ensuring sufficient personnel and adjusting workloads.

Stella recognized that she could not imitate Elt’s method of working. The reason was simple. Stella could accomplish nearly everything herself. As a solo adventurer, she possessed abilities honed to their utmost limit. For that reason, it was genuinely difficult for her to entrust work to others.

At that moment, Ignat called out to the whole hall from the stage.

“Now then, that was a truly moving speech. As befits a hero who knows history and meaning. She has spoken to the very aims of this art festival. The next item on the program is the song.” (Ignat)

Thus, the ceremony continued without interruption. Invited guests offered greetings and the assembly was given general notices and a rough schedule.

Soon they reached the program for the national song. Strictly speaking it was not a national anthem but a well-known folk song from the northern lands. It served as a kind of second national anthem.

A singing Piyo appeared upon the stage. Through special training, this vampire could deliver a splendid voice even while wearing a costume. Behind her the chorus Piyos waited.

When Ignat confirmed that everyone was ready, he spoke.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please join in the refrain. The piece is titled ‘Spread Your Wings in the New Land’.” (Ignat)

At his call, the audience rose. Nana nodded and said softly,

“When this song is sung, it truly feels like home.” (Nana)

“You sing it often, do you not?” (Stella)

“Yes, at ceremonies with many of our kin present. The dwarves sing it often as well.” (Nana)

Soft cymbals sounded and the song began with solemn grace.

The age of dragons has come.
With sharp claws and searing breath,
Our homeland now lies beneath the ashes.

We carry our parents upon our backs and lead our children by the hand,
We step forth to seek peace.

We rub our hands against the freezing blizzard,
Our gravestones are lit by the moon.

Behold what lies beyond the white horizon.

The golden Piyo fans its wings,
The breath of life is here.

Chorus

Piyo, piyo, piyo!
Piyo, piyo, piyo!

End Chorus

The age of evil has come.
With shining swords and soiled pickaxes,
Our next homeland will be upon the snow.

We lend our hands to friends and labor with our families,
We sweat for the sake of peace.

We bow our faces against the cutting storm,
Our gravestones are lit by starlight.

Behold the summit of the lightless mountain.

The golden Piyo’s song is heard,
The breath of the soul is here.

Chorus

Piyo, piyo, piyo!
Piyo, piyo, piyo!

End Chorus

The song had five verses, but at the ceremony only two were sung. It was customary to raise one’s voice loudly during the chorus as a matter of etiquette.

When the song concluded, Ignat bowed gracefully. The opening ceremony was drawing to a close.

The song celebrated harsh times and the mirth of the cockatrice, and it had relaxed everyone’s spirits.

“That was a lovely song, piyo.” (Dia)

“You sang very well.” (Stella)

*Pat, pat. *

In a manner of speaking, the chorus had suited Dia perfectly.

Ignat swept his gaze across the great cathedral with evident satisfaction. Only one announcement remained.

“With this I declare the opening ceremony of ‘The Winter Art Festival – Spring Near, with a Cockatrice’ closed.” (Ignat)

 

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