Chapter 87 - Firework I (2/2)

After careful planning, Lyn finally told Kazuya her plan to cheer up the townsfolk. Even if it's just for a short while, she wants them to see something beautiful. Perhaps, if they see all these lights, then they'll regain some hope.

Fireworks whistled like sirens as they launched into the dark, serene night. Brilliant colors illuminated the sky. The people in town were the liveliest they have been in years, as their eyes watched the scene in wonder. The vibrant colors stretched across the night sky. If one were to extend their hands out, perhaps they could touch it.

The first time Lyn had seen fireworks, she was just an infant, naïve to the world. She found that the memory was her earliest. Back then, he was a happy, ordinary child, unaware of how cruel the world could be. She, and the old grand and her cousin had watched the display together. They sat on the porch of her quarters. Both young children huddled against the woman that doted on them, nestled into her side. That was the only time she saw fireworks after the old lady passed away. Lyn didn't want to see it again. Whenever there is an event in the castle, Lyn would lock herself in her chambers and close all the windows, and block out the sound with magic. She associated fireworks with the woman's death.

Lyn closed her eyes as the sparkles that decorated the sky faded into nothingness. That moment he decided something, the reason that such brightness had to disappear was simple. All things unique did, like him. Her gaze flickered on to Kazuya who was giving out sparklers, unlike two nights ago, his expression was as bright as the sun.

'At least he is smiling,' Lyn thought. Even if it's a fake smile? It pained Lyn seeing him this way. But a fake smile is better than the solemn look he had on his face.

”Instead of staring at Kazuya, why don't you stare at the dashing man next to you?”

Lyn rolled her eyes as she hit Rhys arm, ”You don't have to guard me, I'm fine,” Lyn had bent down with a sparkler in hand as she watched the stream of the river. They decided to hold the event by the river bank, and lanterns surrounded the lake. It was truly a gorgeous sight.

”No can do, from now on. I'll stick close to you.”

”You don't have to; I'll feel uncomfortable,” Lyn murmured.

”You'll feel self-conscious? That's great.”

A deep sigh passed her lisp, 'he isn't listening, is he?' Lyn thought. Then again, that shouldn't surprise her, ”I find it strange that we can hold a firework event like this, isn't the atmosphere supposed to be cold here?”

Rhys paused, ”Usually when the wind is calm, the smoke following the fireworks explosion won't disappear. Which will affect the vividness of the fireworks? Strong winds can blow smoke or hot embers into areas with spectators, so yeah it varies,” he nodded, ”It should be fine as long as the fireworks themselves don't get damp, and yet you had to hold it by the lake.”

Her sweat fell, ”But it's prettier here,” she insisted.

”If the fireworks get wet, can you still say that?”

”Aaah,” she exclaimed, ”Quit criticizing me, look how happy people are,” indeed, as Lyn said these words a group of people walked past with bright smiles on their faces. Like this, it's good, isn't it?