Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 191 The Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival (Part 2)

"Great Sage, you cannot do this!"

"Hmph, art, dance—in a land of wisdom and reason, to pursue such empty and frivolous things, don't you feel ashamed?!"

Even though they were some distance from the Zubair Theater, the sounds of the heated argument could be heard from afar, and the surrounding crowd cautiously retreated, leaving a blank space in the center of the theater.

There stood the current High Sage of the Order of the Church, Azar, and his assistant, Setare, as well as Dinazede and Desia, who were confronting the two.

A bad feeling rose in Nel's heart. She pushed through the crowd and hurried to Dinazede's side, only to hear Hazar's last few words.

"For all scholars who seek truth, reality, and authenticity, the gods created the paradise of Sumeru."

"And people like you want to defile it."

"That's not how it is, we..."

"Shut up! Look at you all, you desert barbarians, merchants stained with the stench of copper, and dancers who do nothing of substance."

"I don't think you're qualified to argue with me. What you should be doing now is removing these ridiculous decorations!"

After uttering his last few words, Hazard dismissively turned and left, leaving the theater in a mess.

"Setare, have the scribe issue an order on the Void Terminal to prohibit all spontaneous large-scale cultural and artistic activities."

"Yes, Great Sage."

The two figures quickly disappeared into the Zubair Theater, and the crowd stirred nervously, seemingly wanting to get closer, but ultimately remaining silently a short distance away.

In the vast theater, on the empty stage, only three bewildered girls remained.

"I'm sorry, Nilu."

"I think I messed up."

Dina Zede slumped down on a wooden chair beside her, dejected, staring blankly at the chaos in the theater.

After preparing for the Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival for so long, everyone has poured their hearts and souls into this grand event.

At least she knew that Nel had been secretly rehearsing for two whole months for this Dance of the Flower Goddess.

Decorations, candy, flowers, performances—all for the birthday celebration of their god.

Everyone was looking forward to this birthday.

This morning, when she met little Annie, the little girl seemed very excited, holding her hand and asking when the Little Grass God could get on the float and meet them.

She wanted to offer flowers to the little lucky grass king...

But in the end, all of this was lost because of a sage's casual rebuke.

Little Lucky Grass King... he must be very disappointed.

As her believer, she couldn't even afford to hold a birthday celebration for her god.

"I can't take it anymore, Miss! This performance is a must today!"

Furious, Dixia suddenly stood up, hoisted her greatsword onto her shoulder, and stood menacingly at the theater entrance, her blue-gold eyes burning with rage.

"I'll stand right here and see who can interrupt the performance!"

"Dishia... come back first, don't be impulsive."

"Miss! But..."

"You can't stop them, and I don't want you to get hurt."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Next year... is fine too."

Dixia wanted to argue her point, but when she met Dina Zede's resolute gaze, she finally sighed helplessly.

"Understood, Miss, it's your decision."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the once bustling theater slowly became somewhat deserted.

During this time, Mr. Zubair, the theater's director, came over and patted the three girls on the shoulder reassuringly. Then, he shook his head helplessly and walked away, leaving the three girls some quiet time.

After all, this is a situation that no one wants to see, and it is the worst possible outcome.

Just then, Nel, who had been standing to the side without saying a word from the beginning, suddenly spoke up.

The girl's beautiful brows furrowed slightly, and doubt gradually rose in her light blue eyes.

"Dinazede, Dixia, don't you think something's a bit off?"

From the moment she stepped into the Zubair Theatre, a strange feeling enveloped her.

The feeling was vague; whenever she tried to grasp it, it would vanish into thin air.

But she couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange about it.

Everything changed so suddenly that in the blink of an eye, before she could even think, it seemed as if everything was already set in stone.

The performance was forcibly stopped, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

But once everything quieted down, that strange feeling welled up from the bottom of my heart again.

How strange... why do I feel like this...?

This scene seems strangely familiar.

"Something's weird here? I feel like everything's ghostly and weird! Especially that damned Great Sage!"

Desia angrily stabbed her greatsword into the ground and cursed viciously.

If she weren't afraid of getting into trouble, she would have taught those two arrogant guys a lesson.

However, Nel's words brought Dinazetie, who was beside her, back to her senses from the frustration of the festival being destroyed.

She steadied herself and looked around. In the instant she calmed down, the young lady's intelligence regained its dominance, and gradually, a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes.

Yeah, something seems... a little off.

But what exactly is strange about it?

"Speaking of strange... there is a bit of something about it..."

"Hey! You! The Great Sage has ordered the immediate cessation of all cultural and artistic activities!"

A group of thirty mercenaries appeared outside the theater at some point, interrupting the three girls' thoughts.

"This is outrageous! I..."

Just as Dixia was about to lash out, Nilu and Dinazede gently pressed down on her shoulders from either side, silently shaking their heads to signal her not to make any rash moves.

The girl was somewhat confused, but out of trust for her companion, she sheathed her greatsword.

It's a pity that little girl named Annie was so looking forward to the Flower Goddess Festival this morning; it seems she's going to be disappointed now.

The little girl has a sweet smile, and when she calls her Sister Dixia, she really feels like she's looking at her younger sister.

The feeling of having your expectations dashed is really not pleasant.

Just like when she was a child, she longed for the taste of date and coconut honey, but her father made her a bowl of date and coconut porridge instead.

What a bunch of clueless blockheads!

Therefore, when passing the mercenary leader, Dixia turned her head and glared at him fiercely, as if that would vent her frustration.

The mercenary leader seemed to be taken aback by her glare. The burly man took a step back and watched the three girls walk away until their figures gradually disappeared from sight.

"Boss Mishal, what's wrong?"

The mercenary beside him asked a question in confusion, and only then did Mishal come to his senses and, with a calm expression, give the order to retreat.

"It's nothing, mission accomplished, go back."

The mercenary group then disappeared from the theater.

it's dark.

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