Childhood filled with precious memories. A torta di cocco shared evenly. ...And a parting with loved ones.
Rutile is headed to the heavenly "Elysian Sands" island where flowers are in full bloom all year round and where the dead are believed to dwell.
— The waves' caress is like a gentle hand on one's shoulder; I'm here, they seem to say. But Heaven remains just out of reach both for wizards and for humans.
The event “May Flowers Bloom In Paradise” will be held from 18:00 (JST) on August 3rd (Monday)! This event will feature Oz, Shylock and Rutile as limited-time gacha SSRs.
Card details
Event gacha
[SSR] A Beautiful Night - Shylock
[SSR] Before I Do- Oz
[SSR] Heaven Amidst Petals And Waves - Rutile
[SR] An Unusual Telling-Off - Bradley
[R] His First Ice Cream - Faust
Event reward
[SR] Offering Flowers To A Mourning Friend - Arthur (low-tier)
[SR] A Millennium Swallowed By The Night Waves - Snow (high-tier)
[Outing Wizard] Cain
Cain in his outing attire. His tinted glasses are just a stylish accessory―not for sun protection.
Whew, it’s hot! Are you exhausted, Master Sage? …You're fine and you just want to duck into a café so you can get a better look at my stylish outfit? Ahaha, now that's nice to hear. Sure. In return, I want to take a good look at the outfit you wore for our date, too.
In the blink of an eye, the clouds part and the sun shines through.
The morning sun shines on the flowers, and a refreshing breeze gently sways them.
Before long, the petals slowly unfurl, and one by one, the flowers bloom.
A modest yet majestic chime began to ring out across the square.
A chorus of cheers erupted, and applause broke out.
Mitile: Yay! It worked…!
Snow & White: Let the wedding ceremony begin!
Amid a chorus of congratulatory applause, the bride and groom walked down the aisle of flowers that everyone had created.
They exchange their wedding vows before the field of pale pink flowers.
Snow & White: Congratulations~!
Mitile & Akira: Congratulations!
Oz: Blessings.
Ella: Thank you, Sage.
And to all you sage wizards!
Leroy: We will definitely be happy…!
Shino: Since we're already here. I'm gonna make the atmosphere even better.
Shino: <<Matztzāh Sudipas>>
As Shino cast his spell, a gentle breeze began to blow.
The nearby trees swayed, and the flowers that had adorned their branches were scattered in a rush.
Snow: Oh, it's a flower shower!
White: Amazing!
There are so many petals...wait, isn't this a little over the top!?
Rustica: What a beautiful shower of petals. While we're at it, let’s have them dance to the melody of my strings.
Well-built man: Oh, what a refined tone….
Man in a hat: For some reason, it makes me want to sit up straight…
The square was filled with so many warm smiles.
After everyone raised their glasses and made a toast, the feast—which Nero and the others had helped prepare—began to be served.
Akira: Wow, it's a pie shaped like a whisper flower! How cute…!
Mitile: Apparently, they’ve layered the pie crust to make it look like flower petals. It looks just like the real thing, doesn’t it!
Shino: They say there's meat inside the pie. But... munch... munch…
Nero: Either eat or talk. Make up your mind.
Shino: Gulp. It’s salty, but it also has a slightly sweet flavor.
It's delicious, but it's a little different.
Nero: It's the saltiness of the meat and the sweetness of the sugar. Their distinct flavors were blended together to form a single pie.
It's perfect for a couple starting a new life together.
Akira: So the flavor is made with your best wishes for the couple. Can I have one, too?
Mitile: Me too!
Nero: Sure thing.
It's still hot though, so be careful…
Oz: It's hot……
Nero: Is it too late for me….? I’ve got some chilled wine—want some?
Oz: I'll take it.
Figaro: This wine has a strong fruity flavor and a refreshing taste—I really like it.
Rustica: It goes perfectly with a hearty meat pie. I find myself eating more and more without even realizing it.
Snow: We'd love to have some cake~.
White: Today’s a special day, after all. So it's okay to start with dessert!
Just then, I heard applause coming from behind me, and Sakitty, who was sitting on my shoulder, turned its head.
Looking over, I saw the performer, who had fully recovered, stepping out into the center of the square.
Long-haired woman: Here comes the Whispering Flower Messenger!
Man in boots: Don't go straining your back again!
Black-haired man: It's no bother!
As you can see, I'm as fit as a fiddle!
In the end, Snow never danced as the messenger of the Whispering Flower.
Because the person who was originally supposed to play that role had recovered enough to perform the dance properly.
Akira: I'm glad that person's back has healed up nicely.
Figaro: Mitile's medicine worked. Since it didn't seem like anything serious as long as he rested, I just kept an eye on him, and…
It seemed like it had almost completely healed by last night.
Mitile: Hehe. I'm so glad I brought some medicinal herbs!
But, I really would have liked to see Lord Snow's performance, too.
Snow: How sweet of you to say that. Since I went to the trouble of learning it, I’ll show it off at the Magic manor sometime soon….
Black-haired man: Lord Snow!
Snow: Eh?
The young man who's performing the dance called out to Snow.
The figure, clad in a white outfit, fluttered a large, translucent white veil as he ran toward Snow.
And then, he offered him a Whispering Flower.
Black-haired man: Lord Snow.
If you'd like, would you care to dance with me?
It may well be that this is the only time, now or ever, that the Messenger of the Whispering Flower himself will participate in a wedding ceremony like this.
I'm sure that today's events will be passed down for generations throughout this village.
Now, please step onto the stage.
Holding out the flower, he bowed respectfully, and the villagers followed his lead.
One by one, as if offering a prayer, they bowed their heads toward Snow.
Beneath the clear sky, in the center of a flower field, a young man stands before a single flower.
The scene was sacred and mystical, as if paying homage to the messenger of the Whispering Flowers who had delivered them to the village.
Snow smiled softly and quietly accepted the flower.
Snow: ……Well, if that is your wish.
After all, you’ve already put in the effort to train me!
——
Even as the sun began to set, the lively bustle never ceased.
The celebrations will surely continue into the night.
Should that happen, will this pale pink flower trap that laughter within its petals?
Akira: Snow.
Snow: Ah, Sage. Have you come to see the flowers as well?
Akira: Yes. Because I noticed Snow was observing it.
Um... Snow, do you remember the child that the Whispering Flower showed you?
Snow: Well, I have absolutely no idea.
Throughout our thousands of years alive, we have interacted with many people and wizards.
I don't remember every single one of them.
Snow spoke those heartless remarks with a casual, cheerful tone.
Snow’s unwavering golden eyes, which had continued to gaze upon all things.
He gently narrows his eyes and reaches out his fingertips toward the whispering flower.
Snow: However, to be thought of by someone—across time and space—isn’t such a bad feeling when you think about it.
Though for us it may be nothing more than a fleeting moment, for others it can become a memory that sustains them throughout their lives.
People, flowers, and wizards alike—you never know what life has in store.
The fingertips that touched the petals were gentle and full of tenderness.
Yet, the tone of those words—as if peering down at the world below from between the clouds—makes my heart tremble.
He really is a legendary Wizard of the North.
Snow: Having lived for a long time, I have witnessed the countless changes in people’s hearts—as numerous as the stars.
But….
The tone of his voice changed slightly.
It was as if he were looking into a mirror, or speaking to someone close to him.
To continue holding onto such strong feelings, even to the point of altering one’s true self—
It’s like sheer obsession.
How incredibly passionate.
Akira: Snow….
The twins, too, have changed what they once were.
His beloved other half has died and now remains by his side as a ghost, brought back by Snow's magic.
No matter how much things changed, that desire to remain together remained unchanged.
White: They’ve brought a new dessert here! Let's eat it together~!
White, calling out to us from afar, is truly a testimony to Snow's love.
Snow: Okay! I'll be right there!
Slowly lowering his hand, which he had raised to wave back, Snow spoke as he gazed at his beloved.
If only I could take home just one Whispering Flower…
The flower will surely keep calling out White's name.
In response to the heart-wrenching cry, Snow returned a gentle smile.
Snow: <<Noscomnia>>
The first flower glowed faintly. Then, a white mist began to fill the air.
It looked just like last night’s illusion, but…
Shino: Snow is falling…
Nero: Yeah…
Like the blizzard in the Northern country.
Rustica: There's a figure over there. Is that a child…?
Mitile: Ah, t-they collapsed…!
The harsh landscape of the Northern country emerges from the mist.
The child, who had collapsed, lay completely motionless as they were buried in the snow.
Akira: Oh….Someone's coming..
What appeared was Snow in his adult form.
As he approaches the child, he pulls the child's shoulders close to him.
Snow: Ah, so I saved him.
By casting a spell to warm his body…
Perhaps I took pity on him because his life was so fragile.
After seeing that the child was safe, Snow stood up.
Along the way, he gently brushed his hand against the flower blooming nearby—……the very first bloom that was now appearing to him as a phantom in his memory.
And just as someone was about to call out to him, he quietly walked away.
Child collapsed in the blizzard: ….Lord Snow….
Even after Snow was gone, the child continued to stare intently at the spot where he had disappeared.
Then, as if unable to contain the emotions welling up inside anymore, he gently brought his lips close to the flower.
Child collapsed in the blizzard: Lord Snow……Lord Snow…….
Gradually, the fog begins to clear.
Before I knew it, both the blizzard in the northern country and the figure of the child had vanished.
Mitile: That was the memory of this flower…
Snow: I see….
You’ve journeyed through lands beyond our borders before I did.
Snow wished to travel alone to a distant land.
And White risked his own life to stop him.
Even now, they are standing in the same place, looking at the same view.
Rustica: Typically, the Whispering Flower emits the sounds it has stored only once—when it blooms.
Yet these flowers continue to whisper.
That child's strong feelings, expressed while calling out Lord Snow's name, must have left a deep impact.
An impact which caused it to refuse to let that sound simply fade away.
White: Therefore, even though it has taken root in this land, it never even opens its petals…
Perhaps it had cherished that sound, holding it close within itself for a long time.
And because of the effects of the recent calamity, that desire surfaced as a powerful longing.
Whispering Flower: Lord Snow….Lord Snow…….
The single flower at Snow’s feet was still calling out his name more passionately than any other flower.
Snow: So that’s how passionately you sought me out.
You came all the way from where you used to live in the northern country to this distant land…
Bringing his face—as delicate and refined as the flower itself—so close to the pale pink petals that his lips nearly touched them, Snow whispered.
With a voice full of compassion, like soothing a crying child or stroking a toddler’s head.
Snow: I have received your feelings. You need not call my name anymore.
Rest peacefully in this tranquil place.
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After gathering the villagers in the town square, we recounted the entire story.
Ella: I see... So the Whispering Flowers that bloom in this village came all the way from the Northern country in the distant past.
Still holding onto the memories and voice of the young child who was saved by Lord Snow.
Leroy: Turns out, there really wasn't any reason for the wizards to be blamed after all…!
Slim man: To think that such a secret was hidden in that stone tablet…
Well-built man: Indeed.
It’s amazing how the world works.
Snow: Hohoho.
Though you may not realize it, the world is full of mysterious wonders.
And this is just another example of that.
White: But there’s no need to worry anymore. We shall cast a purifying spell on this square.
Snow & White: <<Noscomnia>>
Mitile: <<Ortonik Sealsispilce>>
Shino: <<Matztzāh Sudipas>>
Nero: <<Adnodus Omnis>>
Rustica: <<Amorest Viesse>>
Figaro: <<Possideo>>
Oz: <<Vox Nox>>
Villagers: Woah….!
Slim man: The whole area was engulfed in light…
Long-haired woman: How beautiful,
and fantastical it is…
The gentle, warm glow brought smiles to the faces of the villagers.
Just as the sparkling particles of light seem to brush against the petals, they vanish in a burst.
A sea of pale pink flowers gently swaying in the breeze. The air was filled with a soothing tranquility.
Well-built man: The whispers of the flowers have stopped…
Slim man: The incident has been resolved…!
The villagers happily joined hands. Seeing this, Mitile smiled with relief.
Mitile: I'm glad.
Everyone seems relieved—they're all smiling.
Oz: Mitile.
Mitile: Y-Yes.
Oz: You said you wanted to believe in the bride and groom, who had believed in you.
And you stayed true to that resolve.
Magic is used with the heart.
It is important to follow your heart and express yourself honestly and openly.
Mitile: Um... ?
Figaro: In other words, you did a good job.
You were so brave to keep believing in yourself and those two, even though you knew you’d be the target of blame.
Well done, Mitile.
Mitile: …….!
Yes, thank you!
Slim man: ...Listen, you folks.
I'm sorry I doubted you. I caused you a lot of trouble.
Well-built man: If you guys hadn't come, we'd still be cowering in fear of some unknown supernatural phenomenon.
I want to thank you lot for resolving this. Thank you, sage wizards.
Shino: Hah…
Man, these guys are really on a roll.
Nero: Come on now.
It's good that the misunderstanding has been cleared up.
Snow: If you bring them misfortune, they will scorn and revile you. If you bestow blessings upon them, they will worship and honor you. That is simply the nature of human beings, in every age.
White: But now, there's nothing left to concern yourself about.
Snow & White: We're having the wedding after all!
Ella: I'm so happy...!
Let's get the preparations started right away!
Leroy: I've got to smooth out the wrinkles in my formal wear one more time!
Tall man: The sun hasn't set yet. Hurry up and bring the bell!
Large man: If we teach the flower the sound before it closes, we should be able to hold the ceremony tomorrow!
Brown-haired man: That’s true, but…
Several people looked up at the sky with troubled expressions.
In the distance, amidst the red sky bathed in the glow of the sunset, thick gray clouds are visible.
Petite man: It'll probably rain tomorrow. Unless the sun comes out, the whispering flowers won't bloom.
Young man wearing a scarf: If the bell doesn't ring, the ceremony itself will be….
Oz: No problem.
Petite man: But, really.
There's nothing you can do about the weather, is there?
Young man wearing a scarf: That's right. No matter how powerful a wizard you are…
Figaro: Don't worry.
As long as he's here, everything will be alright.
White: It's not something just anyone can do, though. Have faith in this wizard.
Snow: Hey, Oz.
Oz: Oh.
The sky will be clear tomorrow.
The next morning.
When we all gathered in the square and looked up at the sky, it was, as expected, covered in thick clouds.
The villagers look worried, as it looks like it might start raining at any moment.
Oz: Come out if you have something to say—don't just hide there.
Curly-haired kid: Uh, well….
Nero: Eh, they're actually okay with it…?
Curly-haired kid: Um, you guys….want to know about the Whispering Flower, right?
The whispering flowers today were different from usual. It was the first time I’d ever seen them all fully open.
Oz: Do they all not usually open up completely?
Curly-haired kid: Yeah.
There was one flower that had always been closed. That's why I couldn't get it to remember the sound.
The adults might not realize it, but…
Nero: Only one flower remains closed, huh….
Curly-haired kid: Is this helpful in any way?
Nero: Ah. That'll definitely work as a clue. Thanks.
Curly-haired kid: Hehehe……
You know, both Ella and Leroy are really nice people who like to play with us.
So please, help them so that they can be happy together.
Nero: …Of course. We'll do our best.
Curly-haired kid: Your older brother, too?
Oz: Yes.
Curly-haired kid: I'm so glad...!
Thank you, Mister wizards!
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Leroy: Sorry to keep you waiting...!
This is the stone tablet that has been passed down in our village for generations.
What Mr. Leroy had brought over was a light brown stone slab with a chipped edge, barely retaining its rectangular shape.
The lines carved into the surface are covered with moss and years of grime.
Shino: I’d heard it was old, but it’s in even worse shape than I imagined.
Akira: Hmm….
Looking at it in its current state, makes it hard to tell what’s being depicted here…
Snow: From the looks of things, it seems that even the figure of the “Flower Messenger” had become little more than a legend passed down by word of mouth.
Well then, let me use a little magic to spruce this up so it’s a bit easier to read.
<<Noscomnia>>
With his large palm covered the stone tablet. Snow, looking grown-up and different from usual, quietly cast a spell.
The overflowing light cleanses away the old grime.
Akira: I can see the picture now...!
A single flower bud and a tall young man…
Leroy: As expected,
he really does look just like Lord Snow….
Shino: Oh.
Also, his body is a little transparent.
Snow: ...Perhaps,
there may have been a phenomenon similar to last night's in the distant past.
When a young man suddenly appeared out of the fog, the villagers at the time believed he was a messenger sent by the Whispering Flowers.
And so, they recorded his appearance on this stone tablet.
Akira: (Wait….? This flower isn't a bud. Its petals are closed.)
Once again, I peered at the drawing on the stone slab.
Behind the Whispering Flower and the translucent young man is a painting of the forest surrounding this plaza and the sun radiating a dazzling light.
Something about it felt off.
Akira: Wait…
Doesn't it seem a little strange?
Although the sun is already high in the sky, the flowers haven't bloomed yet.
Furthermore, there's only one flower depicted…
Leroy: You're right... If it's the painting of the square, there should be a lot more flowers in bloom.
Shino: ...Maybe,
there was only one flower in the beginning?
Snow: Oh?
Shino: Even forests can change their landscape in just a few years.
What began as a single flower could multiply and, over the course of decades or even centuries, will eventually become a flower field that covers the entire area.
Snow: Well now, if you think about it that way, the flowers blooming in this village are no exception.
If the scene depicted on the stone slab is what the village once looked like…
Akira: Could this single, closed flower be the first whispering flower to bloom in this village…?
—————
Mitile: Welcome back, both of you!
Rustica: I'm back.
Lord White, thank you very much for coming with me.
White: Honestly…
I never thought picking a single flower would be such a hassle.
Figaro: Were you able to pick the flower successfully?
Rustica: Yes, here it is.
Here you go, Mitile.
Will this be helpful to you?
Mitile: Yeah, definitely!
…………
This is…
As I thought, the flowers blooming here have bigger petals...I wonder why…
Figaro: …Mitile.
Do you remember when we went plant collecting together in the southern country a while back?
We found the same flower in both the slightly chilly mountainous region and the warm plains, didn't we?
Mitile: Yes. You're talking about those yellow flowers that smell really good, right?
Even though they were the same species, the flowers that grew in the mountains had larger petals…
Oh, that's right! To protect themselves from the cold, their petals were larger than those of the plains varieties and shaped in a way that seemed to shield their pollen.
Since in high mountains and cold places, there are extremely few insects to help with pollination.
Since sunlight hours are short, maybe that’s why they’ve evolved to have large petals—to help ensure the survival of their seeds…
Rustica: Speaking of cold places…
Doctor Figaro. May I hear the voice of the Whispering Flower one more time?
Figaro: Of course
<<Possideo>>
Whispering Flowers: ……Lord…
Lord Snow…..
Rustica: ...Ah, just as I thought.
Mixed in with the voice calling out to Lord Snow was a strange, rustling sound…….
If you listen closely, doesn't it sound like howling wind?
White: …….!
Could it possibly be... the sound of a blizzard…?
Mitile: Then that means…
Figaro: Seems like you've figured it out.
Mitile: Yes!
Just like the flowers that bloomed in cold regions, these have larger petals than other varieties.
Furthermore, what if the sound of someone calling out to Lord Snow—and this sound that resembles a blizzard—were something the flower remembered from long ago…?
If so, then the Whispering Flowers blooming here could be seeds from the Northern country!
Armed with the information each of us had gathered, we gathered once again in the square where the flowers swayed.
Snow & White: ……I see
White: The Whispering Flowers that bloom in this village originally bloomed in the Northern country.
And for some reason, this plant ended up here before eventually growing in a cluster.
Snow: In that case, the flower depicted on the stone tablet must indeed be the very first one.
It’s probably the same flower that Oz and Nero had heard about—the one that “never blooms.”
Mitile: Lord Snow and Lord White, do you remember what you said in the lounge?
It was quite a while ago, but…. You said it was near a small, snow-covered village in the Northern country that a single flower was blooming, buried in the snow.
Oz: Over time, that single seed crossed the border and took root here.
Figaro: Perhaps it was carried here by a bird. After all, birds drop the seeds they've eaten far away.
White: Perhaps...
Snow: Perhaps so.
The twins gazed at the field of whispering flowers with a pensive look in their eyes.
Figaro: <<Possideo>>
Figaro lifted the spell he had cast on the flower field.
Instantly, the Whispering Flowers all began whispering Snow’s name in unison.
Whispering Flowers: Lord Snow….Lord Snow….
Hearing the voice calling out to him with a hint of longing and yearning, Snow merely narrowed his eyes.
Snow: Let's look for the very first flower.
Perhaps the illusion I saw last night was also meant to draw me to it. The source of the calamity’s energy likely lies in that single flower as well.
If that's the case, it must be crying out in an even stronger, more desperate tone.
Nodding, we followed his lead.
Akira: (One of these must be the flower that Snow and White used to cherish in the Northern country.)
(But why is it only Snow that it remembers...?)
Gradually, the sun began to set.
And eventually, Snow stopped in front of a flower.
As if tucked away among the other flowers, it bloomed quietly.
Whispering Flower: Lord Snow….Lord Snow….
Amidst the restless whispers, almost drowned out by the sound of the blizzard.
A flower was whispering in a melancholic, powerful voice.
Snow: Well, considering it's Chloe...I'm sure he had!
White: After all, he did make me an adult-sized formal suit before!
Snow: For now, let's just see how things play out today!
The next morning.
Snow, now dressed in formal attire and looking every bit like an adult, was being coached on the dance routine.
Snow: Phew, what a relief! Chloe even went all out and prepared a cool, sexy version of my formal wear for me!
Well, how about that—look at me, dancing gracefully as a young man!
White: Graceful! Elegant!
You look so cool~!
Akira: It's absolutely stunning! With your long limbs, the fluid choreography really shows off your best features.
Snow: Thank you~!
Oz & Figaro: ………..
Snow: What's this?
Both Figaro and Oz look bored.
White: Surely you two have something to say as well. Like…
“...I just found myself mesmerized. ”
Snow: "Hey, World's Greatest Master!”
Snow & White: Or something like that!
Figaro: Hey!
Don't go imitating other people's voices without permission.
Oz: Don't do such disgusting things.
Snow: You're just so stubborn~!
Man wearing boots: Hey, it's about time for the flowers to bloom!
Man in a hat: Everyone, gather at the plaza!
Snow & White: Alright!
Mitile: Sir Sage!
Everyone, this way!
Mitile and the others, who had been helping prepare the meal and decorate the venue, are waving to us.
The square was already brimming with people’s anticipation and the buzz of excitement.
Everyone is dressed in formal attire and celebrating this special day.
Nero: Thanks for your hard work this morning. Have you eaten breakfast?
Akira: Yes! Nero and the others, thank you for all your hard work assisting with the preparation of the feast for the ceremony.
Oz: The bread for breakfast was…
Nero: Yeah?
Oz: Did you bake it?
Nero: Huh? Oh, uh…….
Yeah, but how'd you figure it out?
Akira: It just tasted familiar, didn't it? It was delicious again today!
Nero: Heh, thanks.
Shino: What about the dance choreography? Did you manage to memorize it in time?
Snow: Of course. I'll put on a perfect performance to truly liven up the ceremony.
Rustica: Hehe. If you ever need a performance to really liven things up, please let me know anytime.
It was too early to call it noon, yet the sun was already high enough in the sky to make it hard to call it morning.
It was the perfect moment to kick off a glamorous and pristine wedding.
Akira: Still, I thought this flower would bloom much earlier in the morning. It blooms surprisingly late, doesn't it?
Mitile: As they are bathed in sunlight, the flowers open slowly and gradually.
Figaro: This flower really takes its time, doesn't it? But that actually helped me out, since I didn't have to rush getting ready in the morning.
Snow: Now…
Here come the main attractions.
Suddenly, cheers and applause rang out across the square.
The bride and groom, dressed in beautiful attire, bow in front of the arch.
When the bells ring, they will walk through that arch, pass down the aisle, and exchange their wedding vows in the center of the plaza.
The Whispering Flowers, which had been soaking up plenty of sunlight and expanding their petals, are gradually beginning to bloom.
Before long, one of them opened as if it were unraveling.
Everyone was waiting with smiles on their faces, excited and restless, believing that they would soon hear the sound of the bell.
However—.
???: ……L-....Lord
The Wizards & Akira: ……..!
Leroy & Ella: Eh…..?
Just as the flower’s name suggests, something faintly reached my ears, as if being whispered.
It wasn't the sound of the bell we'd all been told to ring, nor was it the violin Rustica was playing in the background.
It was a faint whisper, like a human voice.
Slim man: W-What was that just now…
Mitile: W-wait, did someone's voice accidentally get picked up…?
Figaro: No, that was…
Just then, the Whispering Flowers began to unfurl their petals one after another.
The Whispering Flowers throughout the plaza all produced the same sound at once.
Whispering Flowers: L-....Lord…..
Lord Snow……
Snow: ………
White: ...Well, this is…
Like the rippling sound of waves, Snow's name was repeated over and over.
As if to drown out that noise, there’s an unsettling sound—a rustling sound that seems to brush against my ears.
Which further breeds confusion and anxiety among those around them.
Slim man: What is this eerie sound…
Well-built man: Lord Snow, isn't that the name of that wizard over there?
Long-haired woman: Why would the Whispering Flower call out that wizard's name?
Whispering Flowers: Lord, …… Lord Snow…….
Lord Snow... Lord Snow…….
Akira: Why……?
We should have all rung the bell together, didn’t we……?
The flowers showing no sign of stopping calling out Snow's name continue to whisper.
As unease spread, someone muttered under their breath.
Well-built man: At a rate like this, the ceremony is going to be ruined…
Man in a hat: Come to think of it, isn't this all their fault?
Slim man: That's what happens when you invite a wizard.
At those words, the villagers all turned to look at us at once.
Leroy & Ella: ……Ah
Anxiety flickered in the bride and groom’s eyes. While the stares the villagers were directing at us were growing harsher and harsher.
To the point where even breathing felt like a strain.
Mitile: Sir Sage…….
With a slight quiver in his voice, Mitile moved closer to me as if to shield me.
But in this tense atmosphere—where it felt like the slightest additional element would set off an explosion—I found myself instinctively taking a step back.
Oz: If you have any issues with us, you should speak up clearly.
Villagers: …….Ah
Snow: Oz. These people are confused as well.
Mitile and the sage—don’t look so worried.
Oz: If they’re still harboring doubts, they won’t be able to celebrate in good spirits.
White: That’s true, I suppose. But not even we could have imagined things would turn out like this.
Snow and White, still radiating a sense of calm, cast their gaze upon the villagers.
Snow: People of this village, I’m sorry for saying you didn’t need to worry about the ceremony.
However, given the circumstances, it would probably be better to start over.
Man in a hat: Eh…?
Well-built man: Are you telling us to postpone the ceremony!?
Slim man: Despite the fact that you guys could have messed everything up!
Figaro: But we can't just continue like this, can we?
It doesn't do the bride and groom any good, and the bell that signals the start of the ceremony still hasn't rung.
Long-haired woman: That’s because you guys... uh…
White: It's not our fault. But we might be able to find a clue.
The sight of that mysterious man last night, and even now, this voice whispering from the flowers…
This matter is being influenced by the <Great Calamity>.
Leroy & Ella: The calamity…?
Snow: That's right.
We, the sage wizards, have resolved many such incidents.
Could you spare us a little time?
White: Please, trust us and allow us to handle this.
Snow & White: And let us once again offer our congratulations on the couple’s new beginning.
Well-built man: Hah, don't mess with me! I won't let outsiders keep running things however they please any longer…
Ella: ......I want to believe them.
Wizards & Akira: !
Slender woman: Ella….
Ella: Just the day before yesterday, when these people came to the village, we treated them terribly.
And yet, they still chose to face us with sincerity and even offered their blessings.
Even yesterday, they rang the bell for us and he even volunteered to fill in for our dance performance…
Leroy: ……Ella is right.
Even yesterday, when this square was shrouded in fog, they reassured us and sought to protect us.
Even now, that's still how it is, isn't it?
Upon hearing the bride and groom’s statement, the villagers exchanged glances.
Although the anxiety can't be completely dispelled, it seems that a sentiment—that "if the two leads say so, then so be it"—is gradually taking hold.
