After Returning to the Country Arc – 5: Memorial Festival

In one corner of that room was a set of sofas in a reception area, and

these were currently occupied by Roroa Amidonia, the former Princess of

Amidonia, who was now a candidate to become Souma's third primary

queen, and the Minister of Finance Gatsby Colbert, both of them with dour

looks on their faces.

There were a number of documents sitting on the table between them.

These documents were the source of their current headaches.

"What will we do, princess?" Colbert asked.

"Ain't nothin' we can do," Roroa said, leaning back in the sofa and

looking up at the ceiling. Unusually for the ever-cheery Roroa, she looked

depressed. "Sure, I said, 'If any of you out there've got some an interestin'

festival to share, just you let us know.' I told the bureaucrats to come up

with event ideas that could get the money movin', too. But still... ain't this

one kinda bad?"

Roroa looked at the words on the document she had picked up with a

face that looked like she had bitten into something unpleasant.

Colbert felt exactly the same way. "You're right. If done wrong, it could

cause a major problem that would shake the foundations of this country."

"I know, right? Honestly! Festivals are supposed to be for gettin' the

economy goin', so I want ideas that're more fun."

As Roroa slumped her shoulders and sighed, Colbert sympathized. He

had been her associate since they were in the Principality of Amidonia, and

was likewise an expert on economic matters, so he knew exactly how she

felt.

"Then... do we ignore this one?" he asked.

Colbert's considerate words made Roroa hesitate for a moment, but

eventually she resigned herself and shook her head quietly.

"No can do, I'm afraid. It's gathered a good number of signatures,

hasn't it? I'd be scared to ignore it."

"...That's true."

"Besides, if we let you or me be the final word of whether we end up

doin' an event or not, that may end up leadin' to unneeded trouble. Our

positions bein' what they are," Roroa added in a self-mocking manner.

Unable to watch her any longer, Colbert worked up his spirits and said,

"I think it's best to consult with His Majesty here."

"We're gonna get Darlin' caught up in this problem? ...I don't wanna."

"Well, if we are going to carry out this project, we will need to receive

permission from His Majesty, regardless. It's only a difference of whether it

happens sooner rather than later."

"Well, yeah, you're right, but... havin' it be me goin' to ask him about

it, and makin' Darlin' feel that way... Won't he end up thinkin' I'm a

troublesome woman?"

Roroa's worries had, at some point, transitioned to those of a teenage

girl.

Even with her unique financial sense, and even if she could make

decisions that decided the fate of the principality, Roroa was still a

seventeen-year-old girl. It was only natural she'd be concerned how the

man she liked saw her.

For Colbert, who saw Roroa like a little sister, her attitude brought a

smile to his face. "From what I know of His Majesty, he won't treat you

badly over something as small as this, princess."

"Ya mean it?"

"If you'd like, I could bring it up with him myself."

"...Nngh, I'm thinkin' I gotta do this myself."

Roroa made her decision, stood up, resolved herself, and went to see

Souma.

As he watched her go, Colbert cheered her on in his heart.

◇ ◇ ◇

"The 'Gaius Memorial Festival'?" I repeated.

Roroa was silent.

I had been doing my paperwork in the governmental affairs office again

today, as per usual, when Roroa had come in and presented me with a

document that was a few pages long.

While thinking the usually energetic Roroa seemed awfully reserved

today, my gaze had fallen to the papers, and... there was the title "'Gaius

Memorial Festival's Draft Proposal."

Gaius... huh.

By Gaius... it means Gaius VIII, right?

Gaius VIII. The man who was Roroa's father, as well as the Prince of

Amidonia.

The Principality of Amidonia had lost more than half its territory in a

war with the king before the last one. In order to avenge that humiliation,

Gaius had started instigating trouble inside the kingdom and aiming for an

opportunity to take revenge.

Then, when I was having a disagreement with the former General of the

Army, Georg Carmine, Gaius had seen his chance and lead the forces of the

principality to invade the kingdom.

The forces of the principality had passed through the Ursula Mountains,

our southwest border with them, and laid siege to the central city of the

southern grain producing region, Altomura. Gaius had intended to take

Altomura while Georg and I were fighting, and annex the surrounding grain

producing region to his country. I was sure of that.

However, this was a trap Hakuya had set up using a fake insurrection

by Georg to lure Gaius out. In order to root out troublemakers from inside

the kingdom, we had first needed to reduce the influence of their supporters

in the princely family of Amidonia.

After ending Georg's fake insurrection and bringing the three dukes

into line, we had immediately declared war on the principality.

Then, making it look like I would launch a blitz invasion of Van, the

capital of the principality, I had waited for the forces of the principality that

retreated to defend their capital at a plain near Van.

Then, finally, the forces of the kingdom and principality had clashed

outside Van.

Looking at the result, the more numerous forces of the kingdom had

defeated the forces of the principality who were exhausted from their

retreat, but with Gaius's forces showing serious grit in the battle.

Even with the forces of the principality in a state of total collapse,

Gaius and his closest retainers had launched a suicide attack to allow

Crown Prince Julius to escape, and closed in on the kingdom's main camp,

with me in it.

Because of my extreme situation, I had forced myself into the role of

"king" so thoroughly at that time that I hadn't felt anything, but... looking

back now, it made me shiver.

In the end, due to the assistance of Carla and a number of other factors,

the blade of Gaius's revenge had never reached me.

Gaius had fallen on the battlefield, and I had survived without further

incident, but one misstep, and I would have been the one to die there.

Gaius had become enough like a fierce god of the battlefield at that

point to make me believe he really was one.

Hold a Memorial Festival for that Gaius... huh.

While I was still looking pensive, Roroa opened her mouth, seemingly

having found her resolve. "It's gathered a fair number of signatures in the

Amidonia Region. It'll have been a year since the battle near Van in another

month or so, won't it? They're sayin' they'd like to have a memorial for all

the soldiers of the principality who died there."

"If it's been a year since that battle... then it's the first anniversary of

their deaths," I said slowly.

Roroa was silent.

That meant it was going to be the first anniversary of Roroa's father's

death.

I had been forced to kill Roroa's father for the sake of the kingdom. It

had happened on the battlefield, and she had never liked him to begin with,

so Roroa often said to not let it bother me, but... even so, it left an

unpleasant feeling inside me.

I already thought of Roroa as family. No matter what happened, I had to

protect my family.

I felt I had come this far with that as my core belief.

However... I had killed a member of my family's family. That was a

fact that would never go away.

Maybe she got worried by my silence, because Roroa started talking

with forced cheerfulness.

"This one's really got me beat. Even I dunno what to do. Runnin' an

event like this has got the risk of inflamin' their patriotic spirits. But now

that we've asked for event proposals, we've gotta carry through with it.

Then there's my position as the former Princess of Amidonia to think of. If

I ignore it, it could cause even more backlash."

Roroa was talking fast, one thing coming out after another. Her

loquacity must have been a representation of her unease.

She was likely afraid that by suggesting this as the former Princess of

Amidonia, she would cause discord in her relationship with Liscia and me.

Her eyes quivered with unease.

I couldn't blame her. She was trapped between her family who were on

the side of the Kingdom of Elfrieden, and the people of the Principality of

Amidonia who still looked to her as their princess.

I can't let Roroa keep looking like this forever...

I wanted Roroa to get back to laughing like her annoyingly cheery self.

"Sure, I don't see why not. Let's do this Gaius Memorial Festival." I set

the paperwork down, acted like it was no big deal, and smiled for Roroa.

Roroa's face, which had been a bit downcast, popped right up and her

eyes went wide. "Huh?! Ya really mean it?!"

"The name is probably fine as it is," I said. "But hold it not just as a

memorial for the people of the principality, but for all the people who died

in the war. There were more than a few casualties on the Elfrieden side

when the forces of the principality invaded, after all. Rework it into an

event that honors all of the war dead, please."

"That's fine, but... Really? It's really okay?" Roroa still looked worried.

"My old man... Gaius VIII was an enemy of the kingdom, wasn't he?"

I rose from my chair and stood in front of Roroa. I placed a hand on her

head as she looked up at me with uncertainty, and mussed her hair a little

roughly.

"Whoa, Darlin', not so rough," she protested.

"When you're acting reserved, it throws me off balance. I'll bet you've

been thinking, 'I don't want him to hate me because of the bothersome

situation in the principality,' or something like that, right?"

"Ah!"

It looked like I'd hit the bullseye. Roroa blinked repeatedly.

I sighed. "There's no need to worry like that. Liscia and the others will

get mad, you know?"

"Well, I'm your fiancée, darlin'! It's only natural I'd be worryin'!"

"But if your positions were reversed, you'd get mad, too, wouldn't

you?" I asked.

Roroa got very quiet, so I patted her head again, more gently this time.

"You don't have to worry. It wasn't that uncommon in my country to

worship those we vanquished in war as gods once they were dead."

"It wasn't?" she asked worriedly.

"Yeah. Because the defeated bear grudges and regrets when they die. In

order to avoid being cursed by such things, we soothed their wrathful

spirits, enshrining them as the protector deities of that land."

Kunitsukami who was defeated by Amatsukami, Sugawara no

Michizane who was driven from the capital, Taira no Masakado who had

dreams for the Kanto region and was subjugated... It may have been my

country's love for a good underdog story, but those who tried their hardest

and failed were worshiped as gods and protector deities.

Of course, it was calculating move, too. They did it to comfort their

tragic souls and avoid being cursed by their grudges.

When I explained that, Roroa blinked in surprise. "I was thinkin' this

when we had trouble with Lunarian Orthodoxy, but darlin', your country

had a real loosey-goosey view on religion. It's awfully secular, you could

say..."

"Aren't belief and festivals that way by nature?" I asked. "I think

memorial festivals are more for the people who are living than the dead, in

order to compensate for the sadness of losing someone precious to us, or to

let us come to terms with it and move on."

"...Yeah. Ya might be right about that."

Roroa finally showed me a smile. Then, maybe having managed to get

into a new frame of mind, she took on a face that combined her usual charm

with a merchant's cunning.

"In that case, darlin', since you're fine with givin' approval for the

Memorial Festival, if we're gonna do it, let's make it a big showy event.

That's what we were collectin' proposals for to begin with. I'd like a whole

lotta people to be gatherin' for it and droppin' money."

Roroa grinned as if she were a child badgering me for something.

It was very much like Roroa to start a business negotiation the moment

she got into a new frame of mind. I felt a little irritated by it, but... it was

better than her looking down.

"A memorial festival that's got a showy event, huh..." Hearing that, I

remembered one from the other world. "How about we do 'Tourou

Nagashi'?"

"Toronagashi?" Roroa tilted her head to the side.

I'll keep it a secret that I kind of thought it was cute when she did that.

"It's a way of sending off the dead with fire. In my world, the waterside

of seas and rivers had an association with death. Like the Sanzu River that

separated this world from the next... for one example."

"Ohh. We've got that sorta idea in this world, too. There's a great river

between this world and the next, and you need a ferryman to take you

across it."

Ohh, it was that way in this world, too, huh? If I recalled, the "water =

death" and "waterside = the border between life and death" associations

existed in both the East and West in the other world. It looked like it was

the same here.

Surprisingly, that might be a fundamental understanding all living

beings had.

"The Tourou Nagashi involves letting boats with offerings drift down

the river, which is associated with death, to comfort the spirits," I said. "It

absolutely feels like something out of a fantasy, seeing all those lights

slowly drift down the river."

"Wow, It sounds pretty, even just from listenin' to you talk about it!"

Then Roroa grasped the hand I had resting on her head with both of her

hands.

"I'm takin' that idea! Let's do that Toh-roh Nagashi thing at the

Memorial Festival! Now that that's decided, I can't waste time here! I'm

gonna go have Mr. Colbert run the numbers!"

With that said, Roroa took off to leave the room... and stopped at the

door.

Then, turning her whole body around, she gave me a soft smile.

"...Thanks, darlin'," she said in a singsong voice, then took off out of

the room with vigor.

Unlike her arrival, I could hear her loud footsteps echoing off into the

distance.

"That's how I like my Roroa..." I murmured.

Her echoing footsteps felt like a representation of her energy, and I

loved them.

◇ ◇ ◇

Having made up her mind, Roroa acted fast.

She immediately put together a budget with Colbert, and started

moving on the Memorial Festival.

I was busy with my political duties in the meantime, so the only thing I

did for the Memorial Festival was persuade Hakuya it was all right to honor

Gaius, our former enemy.

Because of that, I left most of the preparations to Roroa and her people.

...Now that I think about it, that may have been a mistake.

— In the middle of the 9th month, 1,547th year, Continental Calendar

—

I blinked and stared. "What is this...?"

We were on the shore of a major river near Van, the capital of the

former Principality of Amidonia.

Looking at the fleet on that great river, I whispered that despite myself.

It was no exaggeration to call it a fleet. There were tens of small, fast

boats decorated in gorgeous colors, and they shone brilliantly on the

evening river.

"What? It's the Toh-roh Nagashi, ain't it?" Roroa asked me with a

blank look on her face. "The boats with lanterns on 'em are floatin' in the

river, just like you were sayin', darlin'."

"No, no, these are way too big... Oops. I never said anything about the

size, did I?"

I'd only told her to send boats with lanterns down the river. I'd meant

boats of a size you could carry in your hands, but from the way I'd

explained it, I couldn't blame her for thinking I meant small boats.

However, when they got to this size, it was no longer Tourou Nagashi,

and it was closer to another event called Shourou Nagashi, or the Spirit

Boat Procession. The one from that famous song by Masashi Sada that my

grandpa liked. The spirit boat in Nagasaki is paraded around on land, but I

hear there are places where it's actually sent down a river.

Yeah... I'd heard funny stories of people who heard the song Shourou

Nagashi and thought it was about Tourou Nagashi, but I never thought I'd

see the opposite.

"On top of that, you've put a lot of work into the designs of all the

boats, too," I added.

The small, fast boats on the river were all painted in super gaudy colors.

Most had some sort of motif. Some were like Viking longboats, while

others were designed like Naden in her ryuu form or a pegasus, and there

were even others shaped like melons, daikon radishes, or other fruits and

vegetables. There were even boats with music bands on board, and they

were all playing cheery tunes.

The procession of lights and cheery music reminded me of the electrical

parade in a certain kingdom-themed amusement park.

"It looks really fun, but this doesn't feel like a Memorial Festival."

"What're you sayin'?" Roroa asked with a look of exasperation. "It's

partly your fault it turned out like this, now isn't it, darlin'?"

"My fault?"

"That's right. When you were occupyin' Van, you taught the people

here how much fun freedom of expression could be, didn't ya? Ever since,

Van's been a city of the arts."

"So I hear. I thought it was better than them resisting, so I never

thought much of it, though..."

"Because of that, a whole lotta young artists have been gatherin' here

from around the kingdom. That bizarre fleet is a product of those artists'

overflowin' passion."

"...Seriously?"

To think my policy would result in this.

No matter what we did, there was always a result, good or bad, but that

result wasn't the end of it. The influence of what we had done carried on

after the result. That would continue for as long as there were people to do

things. When I thought that, the bizarre scene before me felt moving.

"If Gaius could see this, he'd go mad from rage," I commented.

"My old man, yeah, I'll bet he would..."

Remembering Gaius's stern face, Roroa and I smiled wryly.

He'd made me fear for my life during our fighting, but now he only

remained in my memories. The mood had gotten a bit sullen, so I decided to

change the topic.

"So that's why you prepared this thing, too?"

"The others are all super gaudy," Roroa said. "You want the boat we're

ridin' to leave an impact, too, don'tcha?"

"Still... did you have to pull out the Roroa Maru?"

Indeed. We were currently on the deck of the amphibious transport ship

Roroa Maru.

If we kept using the Little Susumu Mark V to float over the water the

whole time, the waves that caused would wreak havoc on the small boats

around us, so we currently had it set to the minimum needed to make the

rubbery part that held the air stretch taut, and were up on the shore.

There were a number of tables with delicious-looking food laid out on

the deck, as well as a Jewel Voice Broadcast jewel set up to broadcast my

opening remarks.

"Nyahaha, it's just about right," Roroa said with a jolly laugh. "If we've

gotta have the soldiers runnin' security haul a jewel aboard anyway, it's

better to have a big ship. It'll be a good demonstration for the amphibious

transport ship, too."

Roroa was laughing, but Colbert, who was in charge of the finances,

must have been holding his head. The more gaudy she made the event, the

more preparations needed to made to guard it, after all.

Shrugging, I looked around the area.

Juna and Tomoe were by the side of the ship, having fun pointing at the

fleet and laughing.

"This scene is like something out of a fantasy," Juna murmured.

"It's really pretty, huh, Juna?" Tomoe agreed.

The two of them, standing there on a night when the lingering heat of

summer had faded, with the dark river and gorgeous ships in the

background. This pair of beautiful woman and pretty little girl made for

quite a nice picture. Meanwhile, at the tables on deck...

"Munch, munch, munch."

"Nom, nom, nom."

Aisha and Naden were devouring the food on the tables.

This was business as usual for Aisha, but Naden was the type that

couldn't resist good food, too. They were technically supposed to be my

bodyguards, but... Oh, well, they'd manage just fine.

With a wry smile at the two of them, Roroa said, "It'd've been nice if

Big Sister Cia could've made it, too, though."

"I considered calling her, but we can't make her push herself," I said.

The baby in Liscia's belly was apparently growing steadily. However,

this was a crucial period, so I didn't want to make her travel a long way and

cause her unnecessary stress.

"Besides, Liscia was insistent that, 'Roroa's the star for today, so make

sure you be a proper escort for her,' in her letter. So I'll make sure I stay

with you the whole time today."

"Nyahaha, that's just like Big Sister Cia, all right." Roroa wore a wry

smile with some happiness mixed into it. "Now then... My king, how's

about we get this show on the road?"

"You've got it, my Princess Roroa," I said.

And I took the hand she offered me.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Soon it will have been one year since that battle."

Souma's voice echoed across the river chosen for the event. On the

stage set up aboard the Roroa Maru, Souma was giving the opening address

of the Gaius Memorial Festival in his role as king.

Roroa was standing next to him, staying close by his side.

By having the two of them stand there in harmony, they represented the

solidarity between the Elfrieden Kingdom and the Principality of Amidonia,

which had united to become a single state.

This scene was being broadcast throughout Friedonia over the Jewel

Voice Broadcast. Souma continued with his remarks.

"Much blood was shed by both countries in that conflict, and lives were

lost. The peace we have now rests upon those sacrifices. To ensure we do

not forget that, we have decided to hold this Gaius Memorial Festival to

reflect on the dignity of the late Sir Gaius."

Souma paused there for a moment, steadying his breath before he

continued.

"Even now, I remember it. In the final stage of that battle, as he charged

boldly towards me with his closest retainers, Sir Gaius cut a heroic figure.

Unaffected and sincere. These are words that were made to describe a

personage such as he. Though he was defeated, he was a true manifestation

of the Amidonian people's spirit. Let me say this definitively. I feared Gaius

VIII!"

The noisy river became quiet. Everyone listened to hear what Souma

would say.

"The way he struggled onward, pursuing his revenge against the

Elfrieden Kingdom, almost made him seem like a fierce deity. For someone

from the Elfrieden Kingdom, he was an unusually difficult person to deal

with. However, I cannot reject that tenacity of his outright. That is because

there is no doubting that tenacity was for the sake of his people. It was to

make the Principality of Amidonia rise. For a warrior like Sir Gaius, I am

sure that was the only way available to him."

"Ohh, Prince Gaius," a person in the crowd moaned.

"Your gallant figure is burned into my eyes!" cried another.

"You maintained your pride as a warrior! Can there be any greater

happiness?"

The lamentations of former officers of the principality could be heard

from the boats.

Gaius's policies had prioritized strengthening the military, and they had

placed no shortage of burdens on the people of the principality, but there

were certainly still those who respected his dignity.

Every person had their good and bad sides. He was no longer among us,

so why not let them turn a blind eye to his faults, and fondly discuss their

good memories? There was no need to continuing whipping him when he

was already dead.

Knowing this was the most challenging part, Souma raised his voice.

"So, let me declare it here! Let the grudge long held by the princely

family sink deep, together with Sir Gaius! I will inherit his 'love for his

people'! I will protect Princess Roroa here for all my life, and protect the

lives and property of this country's people, irrespective of whether they

come from the Elfrieden Region or Amidonia Region! If I should stray

from this path, and do anything to make Princess Roroa or her people cry,

Sir Gaius would no doubt rise from Hades, stand at my pillow, and curse

me to death! In order to avoid that, I intend to fulfill my duties as king to

the best of my ability!"

When Souma declared that, loud applause rose up from the boats.

It looked like he had satisfied the hearts of the Amidonian people.

The king of the victors was giving a speech to the defeated people.

If he was high-handed, they would push back against it, and if he was

too weak, they would look down on him.

Souma had to be careful with these opening remarks, but he'd managed

to do it by focusing on Gaius's dignity.

While internally feeling relieved, he wrapped up his statement.

"Okay, that does it for these stiff opening remarks! There is no kingdom

or principality now! Let the grudges and sadness sink to Hades with the

dead! Tonight, let us mourn the departed, and celebrate the joys of living

together! Now, drink, eat, and sing! While remembering Gaius and all those

who have left us! I hereby announce the opening of the Gaius Memorial

Festival!"

With Souma's words, the greatest cheer yet today went up.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Don't ya think you're praisin' my old man just a li'l bit too highly?"

Roroa asked me with a smirk when my opening remarks were finished.

The people were already having a raucous good time out on the river.

On the shining boats there were people drinking, telling stories,

listening to musicians play, and Juna and her loreleis were singing. There

was no Elfrieden or Amidonia now, and the initial goal of remembering the

dead was forgotten. But that was fine. Because we should be celebrating.

The living needed to be celebrating the joy of life with everything they had

now.

"Om, nom, nom, nom!"

"Whoa, whoa, Aisha," Naden burst out. "Isn't that a bit much at one

time?"

"Urgh..." Aisha pounded on her chest like she was choking on

something.

"See, I told you so. Tomoe, fetch some water," Naden said as she

tended to Aisha.

"O-Okay, Naden!"

Oh... That might me celebrating a little too much.

I shrugged my shoulders in exasperation, resting my hand on Roroa's

head. "There may have been some exaggeration, but there was no lie in

what I said. Sir Gaius acted in the way he thought was best for this

country."

Our paths may not have converged, but I was sure that he had lived his

life to the best of his ability. And as a fellow ruler, there were places where

I could sympathize with him.

So, at the very least, I would protect Roroa and this country, the proof

that he existed. I would tie the things I had inherited from him to the next

era.

As I was renewing my will to do so, Roroa grinned at me. "When you

said you'll protect me for life, too...?"

"Of course I meant it."

"Mweheheh. I really do love ya, darlin'."

Roroa wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped up, planting a

kiss on my lips.

Ow! She had too much momentum, and our teeth hit. I wrapped my

arms around Roroa's waist, and Roroa was suspended in the air. It was an

odd position to be kissing in.

When Roroa moved her face away from mine after a while, she gave

me the best smile she had yet today.

"Ya declared you'd do it, so I ain't gonna let it go if you don't take

good care of me for life, darlin'."