[Festival Of Love] [1] [Old Relation]

"Well, it's such a pain."

I grumbled as I looked around the place, my eyes squinting to adjust to the light.

A bright board with a delicate design illuminated the path to enter the place, the sun already close to setting.

A name was engraved on it that glowed with crimson, with a heart shape made on the side.

"Festival Of Love," I mumbled to myself, reading the name, "What a cringe name."

[It's not bad.]

'It is for me,' I replied as I walked inside the place.

[Stop being so moody all the time.]

'I am not moody.'

[You are.]

'I am not.'

[Then just for today, be happy without complaining about anything.]

'...'

I turned silent as I looked around the place.

It was packed with people, mostly upper-class commoners who had permission to enter.

They all looked happy, some roaming around with friends and some with their girlfriends.