The First Letter (64)

On the day of the Hunting Festival, the Academy was abuzz with festive excitement from morning to night.

Students who had decided to open their stalls at dawn bustled about. The ingredients brought in from all over the country for this day were already heightening the festive mood.

In just a few hours, those vividly colored ingredients would be giving off mouthwatering aromas.

The same was true in front of the forest, the heart of the Hunting Festival. The results could not be known until evening anyway, but strangely enough, the area before the Academy’s southern forest was packed on the day of the festival. There was barely room to set foot anywhere.

Crowds who had come to cheer on people they knew arrived as early as possible. Then the food stalls responsible for feeding them arrived one after another, followed by faculty and students interested in the Hunting Festival.

The results themselves would not be known for quite some time, but those standing watch in front of the forest sometimes encountered unexpected spectacles.

Some teams withdrew midway due to injuries, while others emerged carrying a big catch after deciding that spending more time hunting would not yield anything greater.

Of course, no matter what, the wait was bound to be boring. So the Academy’s student council even put together a separate stage.

This was to provide small diversions for those waiting for the results of the Hunting Festival. It was also an opportunity for clubs that had repeatedly practiced for the festival to show off their skills before everyone.

The spectators gathering in the open area before the southern forest were not limited to enrolled students...