After studying with Madam Filia, singing wasn't difficult for Loran Hill. However, she still preferred to sing alone, to express her emotions. Performing in public, on the other hand, required a greater consideration of the public's preferences. It wasn't that she hated it, but it felt a bit more restrained and less comfortable.
But it’s okay to occasionally express your emotions and thoughts to the outside world.
Her light-colored leather shoes stepped on the steps, revealing her white socks. Roland jumped lightly and then landed gently on the roof of the carport, surprising the female poet who was originally on the roof of the carport. Then the girl with green twin ponytails stretched out her white wrists.
"Can you lend me your piano?" The girl's voice was clear and ethereal.
"Okay... okay." The bard, slightly surprised, handed over the citrine and hopped off the roof, leaving the girl alone. The crowd below stared at the elf-like girl, their eyes wide with anticipation, ready to listen attentively.
Loran Hill plucked the strings, and a few pleasant echoes came from the wooden box of the instrument.
What should she sing, Loran Hill thought. Logically, she should follow the local customs and sing some ballads praising battles, heroism, and passion. But she hesitated for a moment and didn't want to. If she didn't like it, then she didn't like it.
She doesn't really like violence; she wants to see everyone sitting down and living happily together. She doesn't know if she can achieve this, but she still wants to convey the kind of beauty she longs for in her heart.
As his thoughts changed, the notes he tuned in his hands also slowly changed. Finally, soft and light music sounded beside the campfire.
At first there was the sound of plucking the strings, and then a singing voice like clear spring water rang out.
"It's about to begin."
The night world moves
"The little one is flashing"
"Twirl and spin that gorgeous dance step"
Welcome to the Forest
The clear singing voice gradually led everyone's hearts into an ethereal and mysterious world. It was a quiet forest where fireflies were flying, flowers were blooming in the moonlight, and several small figures were dancing among the flowers. They had butterfly wings and were waving fairy wands that scattered starlight in their hands.
"Sometimes a little disturbing"
"Sometimes I play pranks"
"No matter how you look at it, magic is a thing."
"They are on our side."
"Come and ride on three rhythms"
"Welcome to the forest (Welcome!)
The girl's eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her soft voice was ethereal and pure. Everyone's hearts seemed like orchids in the moonlight, swaying slightly in the night breeze.
"The night world is ringing"
"This heart is freer than anyone else's."
『Gently sway this ethereal dance』
"Welcome to the forest (Welcome!)"
As the strings were plucked, dots of fluorescence slowly danced in the air, adding a tranquil beauty to this noisy world. Then these dots of fluorescence chased and circled each other, slowly turning into emerald green butterflies.
"Look over there, look over here"
"Looking for something to relieve boredom"
"What are you going to do next?"
"Let me think about it."
"These days are so incredible"
"Not bad."
"Alright, let's go to the depths of the forest (Deep in the forest... like they're pulling us... Let's start!)"
Emerald green butterflies fluttered in the sky, landing on the girl's shoulders, on the grassy fields, on the burning flames, and in people's hearts.
Tiny seeds began to sprout, and twigs and green branches spread across the earth. They grew wantonly and unrestrainedly, and the small branches continued to climb, slowly turning from small trees into large trees with dense shade.
The fire was covered and extinguished by the growing green branches and leaves, and it was dark all around. The entire venue was immersed in the forest. Vines were built and connected between the branches. The blue orchids blooming on the vines emitted a little fluorescence, decorating and dressing up the entire venue.
The cold moonlight shone down from the sky, spreading among the shades of the trees. The girl's long green hair was also coated with a layer of light silver, and a fairyland stage was formed.
"This floral fragrance envelops the body"
"Walking in the place we have long awaited"
"Let us dance with dreamy joy"
"Little pieces of moon and little stars"
"Right here we are face to face"
"Let's dance gorgeously and passionately"
"On this stage where time disappears"
...
The originally noisy venue was now silent, with only the girl's ethereal singing voice echoing through the forest and moonlight, washing away the accumulated hostility. The fanatical gazes gradually softened, and the restless hearts gradually calmed down.
It turns out that there is much more beauty in this world besides fighting and killing.
How long had it been since I felt this peaceful? The old shaman looked at the young woman singing with her harp, his thoughts drifting to the distant past.
Orcs with various characteristics also lived in various parts of the world a long, long time ago, where there were snow-capped mountains, leaf-covered forests, tranquil lakes, flowing rivers and sunsets, as well as an endless and distant sky.
Since when did people become so narrow-minded?
It seems that fighting has become the whole of life. Is it really a happiness to die in the process of killing?
Is this really the only choice in life?
The Fang King Kedaren only taught the orcs how to fight, but did not tell them how to live after the battle. Because he spent his whole life in battle, must his descendants also spend their lives in battle like him?
Questions that had never been thought about before began to emerge in the mind of the great shaman, and a whole new perspective and world began to spread in his mind.
Perhaps over the years, their minds have been stuck in a narrow spiral, ignoring and forgetting many things.
The world on the grassland is monotonous and boring, and the lack of diversity makes daily life the same. After being in such a closed and monotonous world for a long time, one's thoughts are unconsciously influenced and alienated, becoming extreme and narrow-minded.
Just as the old shaman was immersed in reflection on the past, the singing in the venue finally came to an end and slowly faded away.
"Let's dance gorgeously and passionately"
"On this stage where time disappears"
The clear and beautiful singing gradually stopped, but the many audiences in the venue remained motionless, still immersed in that beautiful world and dream.
Until a heavy fruit fell from the branch and hit the shoulder of a wolf-eared spectator. He picked up the green and plump fruit from the grass, broke it open, and the light red flesh exuded an attractive fragrance.
When you take a bite, the overflowing and sweet juice fills your mouth, making you feel refreshed and invigorated.
Looking up, the emerald green branches are hung with red, green and yellow colorful fruits. These dazzling fruits are crystal clear and plump, which are very attractive.
The atmosphere of harvest was filled with the exclamations and joy of the crowd, just like a fairyland in a fairy tale.
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