Founding Festival (2)

The Founding Festival had already reached its final day.

The three-day festival was racing toward its end, but the heat blanketing the city had not cooled in the slightest.

Rather, the fact that it was the last day seemed to make people even more excited.

The streets were so packed with people eager to enjoy the festival that there was hardly room to take a step.

"How leisurely."

Near the central square, Rosanna murmured as she leaned against the railing of a building overlooking the closing ceremony venue.

In our hands, we each held a sandwich.

We'd bought them from a shop to use as a meal replacement.

"Being idle is nice."

"That's only true when there aren't any warning signs. There have been so many problems since before the festival even started. If anything, not knowing when something will blow up just makes me nervous."...