When I Was Reincarnated, All the Heroines Were Stolen by the Fake Hero ~ The Guy Who Dominated With Original Story Knowledge, and Me Who Dominated With Talent. It Seems the World After the Ending Is My One-Man Stage ~ - Episode 61

Episode 61

It seemed Sonia would be staying in town for a few days. She was enjoying the atmosphere of Kanaloa while also preparing her report for Princess Osa before returning to the capital.

After parting ways with her as she went off to find an inn, I began walking alone through the lively streets.

The idea of a “festival” had been born from a casual comment Sonia had made.

In my mind, that plan was already starting to take shape with clear outlines.

To make it happen, Freyja’s help was essential.

I approached a nearby patrolling soldier and asked where she was—apparently, she was currently resting at the barracks.

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When I arrived at the barracks, Freyja happened to be just stepping out through the gate.

She noticed me and gave a small wave with one hand.

“Yutaka-sama. We meet again.”

“Yeah. I’ve got something to talk about. Freyja, I’ve come up with a good idea.”

When I leaned forward slightly as I said it, she widened her eyes just a little.

“A good idea?”

“Just for one night… but I’m thinking of holding a Harvest Festival.”

At my words, Freyja paused briefly in thought before quickly grasping my intent.

“A one-night Harvest Festival, huh? I see. So, while informing the residents that the crops from Vegetoria have grown, you also want to encourage interaction among the various races living in this town.”

“You’re quick to catch on—appreciate it. So, what do you think? Can you get the Vegetoria crops delivered here by the day of the festival?”

She nodded confidently at my question.

“Yeah, leave it to me. I’ve traveled that road many times. I should be able to prepare them within a week. I’ll also speak to a few merchants while I’m at it.”

“You’re always a big help, Freyja.”

When I thanked her, she simply replied,

“As a soldier of Kanaloa, I’m just doing what’s expected.”

Alright. With the main harvest taken care of, that part was settled.

Now… if we’re going to hold a festival, we’ll need some events to liven it up.

I began thinking over this new challenge.

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First, I should hear the beastkin’s opinions.

I asked Freyja where Lin was and headed for the barracks courtyard where she was said to be.

In the courtyard, several soldiers were practicing strikes with serious expressions.

Nearby, I found the person I was looking for.

Lin was lying on the grass. She was stretching out and yawning deeply with a very relaxed look.

“Lin.”

When I called out to her, she turned toward me with a slightly annoyed expression and answered, “Hmm?”

But the moment she recognized me, she jumped up like she had a spring under her.

“B-Boss!? Sorry, I was just taking a quick break…”

She panicked. But I gestured with my hand to tell her not to worry.

“I called out to you out of the blue. So don’t worry about it. More importantly, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Me?”

Lin pointed at herself with a puzzled look.

“Back in your village, do you do anything special during festivals?”

“Festival…?”

She just tilted her head in confusion.

Apparently, her culture didn’t have the concept of a “festival” to begin with.

“Ah… then how about during feasts?”

When I rephrased it, Lin nodded in understanding.

“Oh, a feast, huh. Yeah, we usually do speed-eating contests.”

“Speed-eating…?”

“Yep. The winner gets to take one decorative item of their choice from the loser. Well, I’m not very good at it, so I don’t usually join in though.”

“That’s surprising… You look like you’d eat a lot.”

I couldn’t help muttering that in surprise at her unexpected response.

At that moment, Lin glared at me intensely.

“Hmm? Boss… did you just say something…?”

This was bad. That look reminded me of a bitter memory from my past life—making a similar mistake and getting a female coworker to cry.

“…Boss, you really don’t have much delicacy, do you?”

I had no words to respond to her blunt remark.

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Next, I headed into town to ask around among the dwarves and looked for their leader, Darphen.

Apparently, he’d been spending a lot of time at the clock tower lately.

Following that lead, I climbed the stone clock tower and reached the top.

There, Darphen was standing. He was enjoying the pleasant breeze while gazing out at the townscape of Kanaloa below.

He noticed me from the sound of my footsteps and slowly turned around.

“Oh, Yutaka-sama. Fancy meeting you in a place like this.”

Before I could say anything, he proudly spread his arms wide.

“Take a look at this view.”

I stood next to Darphen and looked out at the same scene.

Rows of houses with orange roofs were bathed in the light of the setting sun. They glowed like a painting.

“It’s beautiful…”

“Knowing we built this with our own hands makes me happy… I end up coming here to see it again and again.”

His face, as he narrowed his eyes and spoke, was full of satisfaction.

“It really is an amazing view. I could never have imagined this when I first arrived in this town.”

After we quietly enjoyed the scenery together for a while, Darphen spoke.

“So, what brings you here, Yutaka-sama?”

“Actually, I’ve been looking for you because there’s something I wanted to ask.”

“Me, huh?”

He looked a little surprised. But I got straight to the point.

“Well… during festivals or feasts, do the dwarves have any special traditions?”

Dalfen stroked his beard and looked slightly upward as he thought.

“Let’s see… We often do strength competitions. Smashing rocks, arm wrestling… Oh, and a classic one—headbutt matches!”

Rock-smashing and headbutts seemed a little too dangerous for a festival sideshow…

I smiled wryly inside. But I was still thankful for the information.

“Thank you, that was helpful.”

“Not sure what you’re planning. But if I helped, that’s good enough for me.”

Speed-eating contests, arm wrestling… Simple events. But simple things are usually the most fun for everyone.

I looked down over the townscape and quietly refocused myself.