Feast of the Assumption, one of the most important days in Catholicism, commemorates the ascension of the Virgin Mary to heaven at the end of her earthly life.

The night before, the people of Paris would spontaneously gather around the Île de la Cité and the isle of Saint-Louis for religious ceremonies.

On the day of the festival, public officials in the city will be on holiday, and major businesses and shops will also be temporarily closed.

In short, most of the area is relatively empty.

At the same time, Notre-Dame Cathedral hosts a grand celebration.

Bella doesn't like to join in the fun, she prefers to participate in crowded celebrations, she prefers to sit in the salon with a book and enjoy the peace of reading.

Anna, too, had a sleep contest with Rabi on the couch as always.

Elena took Mademoiselle Margaret and Madame Frida with her to the Seine.

Both Monsieur Arouet and Monsieur Montesquieu are in their old age and have long since ceased to be enthusiastic about these festive activities. At this time, the two were playing chess in the living room.

And Monsieur Rousseau and the Marquis de Condorcet have their own affairs and are not in the salon today.

Monsieur Diderot has been busy compiling encyclopedias lately, and it is rare for him to have a day off at the holidays, while he also sits in a chair and reads.

"Vanessa, go and rest, too." Mrs. Roland said, "There's nothing to be busy with today."

"I don't care." Vanessa replied.

"Or go to the festival and attend the event."

"Actually, I prefer to be quiet."

Vanessa doesn't like to join in the fun like Elena.

"But I'm a little reluctant to let you come to work on the day of the holidays." Mrs. Roland said slightly apologetically.

"It's all right, ma'am, I'm not a Catholic anyway." Vanessa said, "Besides, I don't have anything special to do, so I'll just pass the time."

Hearing their chat, Bella put down the book in her hand.

"Speaking of Mrs. Roland, why don't you go to the celebration?" Bella asked.

"Well, I don't really want to go out today." Madame Roland's tone seemed to be a little depressed. In Bella's ears, it should be the kind of mood that is relatively low,

"What's the matter, is there something bothering?" Bella then asked.

"It's not a problem." Madame Roland said, "It's just that my grandmother died of illness on the day of the Assumption. So, every year at this time, I'm a little sad."

"Huh? Does that mean that she was an old man who ascended to heaven on the same day as the Virgin Mary?"

"Well, even though I wasn't even ten years old at the time, I can still remember her face vividly when she left." Madame Roland seemed to recall, "My grandfather died a long time ago, and my grandmother was widowed for many years. Later, my mother got married, and she was left alone. After I was born, my mother often took me back to visit her. As a result, I spent a lot of my childhood with my grandmother......

From Madame Roland's description, it can be inferred that the old man must have had a very kind and kind countenance.

"But now, on this special day, I can't go back to pay my respects to her." Madame Roland sighed helplessly.

"If the dead are to rest in peace, the living must be relieved." "Remembrance is but a ritual, and as long as you remember it in your heart, it is the best consolation for her old man."

"That's right, at least if you still miss her in your heart, it means that she has left an irreplaceable influence on your life. And as a continuation of her bloodline, you must be kind to yourself so as not to live up to her old hopes." Bella said.

"Well, I understand what you're saying." "But, every year at this time, I can't help but feel sad."

"In that case, Madame can do something to enrich it." Vanessa suggested.

"But what?" Madame Roland asked, "Today is the Feast of the Assumption, and almost all the shops will be closed, and you won't be able to go out shopping."

"In my hometown, there's such a game." Vanessa said, "When three or five friends get together, they can be passed on in the form of storytelling. One person starts first, then the next person picks up, and so on...... If it's a spin and it's not over, then go back to the first person and start the second round – that's the story solitaire game."

"Sounds interesting." Madame Roland said, "Then we ...... now."

She counted the six men in the drawing-room, including Bella and Vanessa, Monsieur Diderot, Monsieur Arouet and Monsieur Montesquieu, and herself.

The two old men were playing chess on the side, but after hearing this kind of game, they suddenly became interested.

Or maybe they wanted to cheer up Madame Roland.

"Na...... It's still a bit boring just to play like this, so let's be a little bit more flexible." Vanessa said.

"Oh? How can I be flexible?" Mr. Diderot asked.

Vanessa walked to the cabinet and took out a dipping pen and a few pieces of paper from the drawer.

Under her arrangement, six people sat around the table for a week.

"First of all, everyone has a word in mind." Vanessa said, handing out a blank piece of paper to each person, "Then, write it down. Be careful, don't let anyone else see it just yet."

"Any word?" Mrs. Roland asked.

"Of course." Vanessa replied, "Well, it's going to be an element of the story. So, write carefully!"

So, Vanessa passed the pen to the others in turn.

After everyone had written, Vanessa asked them to fold the note and place it on a plate in the center of the table.

Immediately afterward, Vanessa flipped the plate over and pressed the note underneath.

"Alright, now draw one for each person." Vanessa said, "Let's start with Madame."

"Huh? Do you want to smoke anything?" Mrs. Roland asked.

"That's right." Vanessa replied in the affirmative.

"Okay." Madame Roland said, reaching under the plate and pulling out a note.

Subsequently, everyone also drew one in turn.

Vanessa took the last one left.

"Alright, now you can open it and take a look." Vanessa said, opening the note in her hand first.

Everyone did the same.

"Once the story begins, everyone has to speak the full sentence and the plot of the story needs to be reasonable. Also, you have to include the words in your hand!" Vanessa further explained.

"Huh? But we don't know what kind of story it will be!" Mrs. Roland said, "How can you guarantee that you will be able to take it?"

"It's because of the uncertainty that it's fun!" Vanessa said.

"Interesting...... Mister Diderot smiled and touched his chin, "then, who to start with?"

"Well, since I brought it up first, I'll start the first game." Vanessa said.

There were no comments.

"Of course, the first person is the easiest, because there is more room to play. However, if the first round is not finished, then the first person becomes the most difficult to turn around." Vanessa looked at the note in her hand and began to think, "Let me think about ......."

After a while, Vanessa began to tell her story.

"Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was very fond of pranks and often caused a lot of trouble for his family. On one occasion, he hid his mother's sewing kit. Fortunately, when there was a dress to be mended, my mother couldn't find a sewing kit anywhere. She asked the child's father, who didn't know. So, she remembered this mischievous son. Sure enough, the boy giggled and took out his mother's sewing kit. Mother wanted to reproach him, but remembering that so many reprimands had no effect, she didn't bother to bother with him this time. However, it is not an option to continue like this. One day, she and her husband were debating what to do. The child's father came up with the idea of letting the child go out and experience it on his own. In this way, under the arrangement of his parents, the boy set out on a journey alone."

As she said this, Vanessa showed a note in her hand, on which was written a word - journey.

This is what Monsieur Montesquieu has just written.

"So, I'll pick it up." "As soon as he left the house, the boy began to hurry in the direction of the rising sun. We walked through the fields, through the woods, and came to a small river. Just then, he spotted an old man not far ahead, dying under the willow tree. Although the boy is more naughty, he is still very kind-hearted. So he gave the old man a little of his food. The old man was very grateful, and felt that the child had a great future, so he took out a solid axe from the burden behind him and gave it to the child."

Monsieur Diderot flashed the note in his hand—an axe.

This is what Vanessa just wrote.

"The child took the old man's gift and continued on his way." Madame Roland began to tell, "and after walking some way, we came to a small village. So, with the axe in his hand, he went to the mountains to cut firewood, and then took it to the village to buy it. In this way, he settled in the village and built his own house out of wood. Soon, he became good friends with many of the residents of the village, and they all welcomed him warmly."

Madame Roland showed the word she had gotten - acceptance.

This was previously written by Mr. Aroué.

"The boys worked hard here, the villagers worked hard, and before long the village grew into a town." Monsieur Montesquieu spoke, revealing the word in his hand—town.

This is what Bella just wrote.

"Monsieur Montesquieu, you're too short." Vanessa said.

"Huh? Can't you?"

"Ugh...... It's not that you can't ......."

However, it's too short to be interesting.

"I'll do it next." "One day a bard poet came to town," said Mr. Aroué.

Then he flashed the word in his hand—the poet.

"You're shorter!" Vanessa said.

"Hahaha——! Mr. Aroué let out a hearty laugh.

"Below, it's Miss Carlos." "I'm looking forward to it," said Monsieur Diderot.

"Well......," Bella pondered for a moment, and then began to tell, "the poet made up a tune of what he saw along the way, and sang it in the square in the middle of the town, attracting many onlookers. Among them was a young girl who fell in love with the handsome poet. So, the two quickly fell in love. The poet decided to end his wandering life and settled down in the town. Later, on a night when begonia flowers are in full bloom, the poet proposes to his beloved maiden with a ring woven from blades of grass. So, the two lived happily ever after."

Bella flashed the words in her hand, and on them was the ring written by Madame Roland.

"Well, I say, what about the naughty little boy at the beginning?" "How is it that in the end, even the protagonist has changed?"

"Don't worry about it that much, hahaha——! Mr. Arue laughed again.

Everyone also let out a happy laugh.