Finally, on the night before the festival, the people of the tribe gathered around the shrine could be described as a sea of people. Looking over from the hill of the shrine, a variety of tents and treehouses have expanded the size of the original town under the mountain more than tenfold.

Even at night, a large number of illuminated crystals and magic were in operation, illuminating the entire festival venue as if it were daytime. Many of the people who wait for the festival to start can't sleep all night and simply get up and visit the night market.

"It's finally the day. Ulysses stood on the top of the highest hill behind Kamimu Shrine and watched the lights of the houses at the foot of the mountain.

In order to maintain the order of the festival and protect the children of the gods, he and Sister Mira have been running around together in the past few days, solving many incidents, and finally making the preparations for the festival all come to a perfect end.

I don't know if I don't know, it turns out that holding a large-scale festival requires so much material and money, as well as countless manpower. If it weren't for the absolute authority of Fei'er's identity as the Seventh God Witch, coupled with the assistance of the fairy clans, it would have been an absolutely impossible task to organize such a large-scale festival of more than one million people in such a short period of time.

For Ulysses, it was the first time he had participated in such a large event, and he experienced first-hand how important it is to work together and trust people. In many cases, the problem is not difficult, all that needs to be overcome is to understand and agree with each other.

"Good work. A glass of orange juice was carried by a yo-yo and moved smoothly in front of Ulysses, giving off an enticing aroma.

"It really helped us a lot, and sure enough, there are some things that are more suitable for men to do. Bridit casually sat down beside Ulysses and joined him in looking at the brightly lit town at the foot of the hill.

"The sister of the god witch here will be happy to see this scene, the donations received by the shrine in the past few days are hundreds of times that of before. It's a pity that she is still in confinement, and she can't see this gorgeous scene. ”

"Ah, what a pity. Thinking of the witch who stole and sold the secret treasures of the Southern Church, Ulysses felt deeply regretful. Speaking of which, he had to thank her, without whom he would never have gotten the first bluestone.

"Seeing so many people reminds me of the place where we first met. Ulysses, remember the festival at that time?"

"Of course. ”

How could Ulysses forget the glorious festival, where everyone happily did what they liked together, Mina who dominated the food competition, Rasputin who participated in the speech, himself who ran with various opponents, and finally the Brave Meeting.

Meet again with Laxia, the decisive battle with Lala, the choice of fate and life.

Even if he did it again, his choice would not change, and he had the courage to face everything in order to save Rasha, even if it turned out to be death.

He remembered that at the end, he saw angels, white angels walking down from the sky, risking their lives to take his little pink angels, because of their presence, he was able to get a new life.

That festival changed a lot of things and left countless eternal memories.

Whether it is joy or sadness, those are his precious memories.

The encounter with Bridit is also part of those precious memories.

A cheerful and lively girl, always accompanied by a ragdoll bear who is a little ruffian but not bad in nature, like a fairy who came out of the southern forest, small and cute.

It's a pity that in the battle with the dark gods not long ago, the somewhat old-fashioned puppet bear has left the two of them forever and returned to the place where it should go.

"At that time, the bear was still there, and he said that you might be a bad person, so I was very careful. Briditt's eyes were a little sad, and it was evident that she remembered the bear cub who had died in battle not long ago, as did Ulysses.

"From a very young age, Cub has been my best friend. He's so friendly, but everyone doesn't know why they're scared of it. Even though everyone told me that the bear cub was the patron saint of the tribe and a valuable possession left by the ancestors, they never talked to the bear and would only give him lots and lots of sacrifices that he didn't need. The bear can't eat, so he can't eat that. ”

"I was the only one who could talk to the bear, and everyone in the tribe said I shouldn't play with the bear like this, because the bear is a very, very great patron saint. But in fact, the bear has always been very lonely, and it does not like to be looked at as a god. ”

"Little Bear always told me not to do things I don't like, life is only so short, and when I die, I regret that I always don't have time to do what I really want to do, and it will be too late. ”

"Whether it's in love or fighting, it has to be solved quickly and beautifully, and this is an excellent god witch. ”

"If you die, you will never be able to do something. ”

Briditt's shoulders trembled, and her hands held her knees at some point, keeping Ulysses out of her eyes.

"Finally, on the last day, Little Bear was happy to tell me that you must not be a boy......

Eventually, Bridit couldn't take it anymore, and for several days she had spent a lot of time preparing for the festival to force herself to forget the fact that the bear cub had been killed in battle. But when the festival was ready and she and Ulysses were alone, the emotions that had been suppressed finally exploded.

"Woooooo

Actually, she knew that the bear had died a long time ago, a long, long time ago. Like those dark gods, he is also the product of the failure of the Great Rebirth of the next generation. It's just that he didn't choose to take the body of the son of a god, but returned to the tribe that gave birth to him and became the guardian god of the tribe.

To do so, he willingly accepted the multiple seals placed on it by the Southern Church, losing most of the power that he was proud of. But even so, his power continues to weaken with the passage of time, and will disappear one day.

But he never cared about that kind of thing, even if he was already dead, even if he used that ridiculous doll body, he had always guarded the tribe that was born and raised, and protected generations of tribesmen with his own strength.

He must have worked very hard, and he must have paid a price unimaginable to ordinary people. As a former hero of the Southern Lands, he may also have had a glorious past. But in the end, he really let go of everything and guarded generations of tribesmen in the form of a puppet.

Now, he can finally rest in peace.

Thanks, Cub.

Goodbye, Bear.

(To be continued)