What kind of nonsense is this, that you'd be chosen by the gods and favored by all the gods?

The celebration began soon after.

As the flames were lit, the square, which was already dark, was instantly illuminated and came alive with activity.

Temporary stalls selling simple food and toys, or jugglers performing on simple terraces, musicians, bards—it seems that in addition to locals, outsiders also visit here.

Lyle and his group weren't particularly eye-catching among them; after so many days, they had already become familiar with these people.

Most people were busy working and helping out, and under Arthur's management, these guys basically didn't cause any trouble.

Lyle and Helena, on the other hand, had more free time.

"You seem a little uncomfortable?"

Helena seemed a little nervous; the noisy environment made her somewhat uneasy.

Lyle noticed the change in her.

It seems that this child has not had an easy time along the way, and is still tense and unwilling to relax.

However, this girl is just a child after all, and can't compare to me. Rather than watching her just endure the time with such tension, I'd rather teach her to enjoy life.

So Lyle made up his mind, and lightly snapped his fingers in front of him—

"Snapped!"

After Helena looked over, Lyle turned and pointed to the other side of the celebration.

"Come on, let's go see the show."

He naturally took Helena's hand and walked toward the other vendors; this natural gesture startled Helena slightly, but she did not refuse.

"What is this?"

So the two of them arrived at an entertainment area with a huge tarpaulin and a lot of paint balls.

"This is a throwing game! Sir! If you think your throwing skills are good enough, feel free to give it a try!"

The canvas was covered with circles drawn in red paint, so it seemed that hitting them with a paint ball would count.

"As for gifts, of course! Here's a floral crown woven from over twenty different kinds of flowers! Chamomile, creeping privet... If you can win the championship, then it's yours!"

Such activities are primarily for entertainment, and the prizes do not involve anything extremely valuable.

However, it must be said that the floral crown was indeed quite beautiful, and the weaver's skills were clearly excellent, and the materials used were also quite carefully chosen.

The staff member glanced at Helena, then smiled leisurely:

"Of course! Your lovely female companion would be great too!"

Helena blushed slightly.

Lyle, however, couldn't take his eyes off the paint balls and said with great interest:

"Alright! I'll give it a try!"

Before Helena could stop him, she saw Lyle walk up to her.

The staff cheered:

"Look, everyone! A new challenger! He's going to win for his lovely girl!"

Soon, someone in the crowd responded:

"I bet he can't beat old Rio! He's a legendary pitcher who never misses a shot!"

"Get lost! 'Spot on target every time'? If that were true, the crown would have been taken long ago!"

"That old guy only conceded four goals, but who among us can beat him?"

"Let's see what this guy does—"

Lyle, however, didn't care at all. Instead, he focused his attention and immediately assumed his basic stance!

Basic stances can greatly improve coordination and allow for transitions to other areas within acceptable limits.

"go!"

Immediately focusing his attention, he quickly threw the paintball.

"Clap clap clap!"

The white cloth was covered in paint, but it was all on the target.

The vibrant colors brought even more joy and heightened everyone's spirits!

One shot after another, he won first place to everyone's astonishment, hitting the bullseye every time.

"Wow! Congratulations to this gentleman! And of course, congratulations to this beautiful lady too!"

A staff member approached Lyle and handed him the prize and two glasses of wine:

"Damn it, Sun Moser! That was awesome! Bro! I salute you!"

Lyle didn't drink, but since life is short and carefree, he took the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"You flatter me."

After receiving the crown, he turned to look at Helena, who lowered her head, and he gently and tenderly put it on her head.

"Alright! Let's move on to the next match!"

Next, they arrived at a mime performance venue.

The two performers seemed to be struggling to pull something, which looked quite realistic, as if they were engaged in an invisible tug-of-war.

Everyone gasped in astonishment at its unbelievable reality, but Lyle, with his experience of living two lives, smiled gently and released Helena's hand.

"Watch closely."

He stepped forward, feigning astonishment in an exaggerated manner. The two mime artists, puzzled, saw Lyle grab the "invisible" rope.

Then pull it outwards!

"Oh my!"

The crowd gasped in surprise. As Lyle grabbed the rope and pulled it away, the two mime artists understood each other and bumped into each other.

He was so dizzy from the impact that he was swaying and looked quite comical.

Of course, it was just a performance, and no one was injured.

Helena looked at Lyle with disbelief, her eyes filled with adoration.

"Let's go, next round!"

Later, Lyle led Helena through the entire celebration. The poets' songs, the delicious food, and the fun games all flashed by Helena. The only constant was that Lyle was always in front of her.

In Helena's eyes, Lyle was like a ship sailing against the wind and waves, leading her through the crowds, accurately finding interesting places, and quickly immersing herself in them.

He is like a butterfly, flitting and shimmering among different crowds, occasionally flapping his wings to stir up a breeze and bring laughter.

This made Helena somewhat lost in thought—

Just then, a pleasant fragrance wafted from beside me.

"Having such an interesting partner must make things anything but boring, right?"

Upon hearing the words, Helena turned her head and saw a tall, curvaceous woman swaying as she approached.

Is he talking about himself?

"Of course! Who else could it be but you? Those boring men?"

Carter looked at Helena in front of him and immediately became interested. He reached out and lifted her chin to examine her closely.

"Hmm... good bone structure, but unfortunately she's always malnourished and wears such simple clothes. Sigh... your man is a bit dense, he doesn't even know how to take care of a lady."

"If it were me, I would take you outside the city, find a clean reed bed, and take good care of you..."

These words caused Helena's face to flush instantly, and in her embarrassment, she quickly shook off the other person's hand.

"So young..."

Clearly, Helena's shy demeanor only piqued Carter's interest further.

"But I'm past the age of teasing young girls, tsk tsk... At a celebration like this, young ladies should dress up nicely."

"Come on, let me help you—"

She gently raised her hand and patted Helena's face. Immediately afterward, a flash of white light appeared, and the simple long dress she was wearing transformed into a beautiful and captivating corset gown.

Her gaunt face quickly regained its healthy color.

"..."

Although Helena couldn't speak, her astonished expression revealed her joy and excitement.

In the blink of an eye, Carter had vanished from sight, leaving only a faint echo in one's ears.

Cherish the present moment, for it may become one of the most precious memories you have.

After he finished speaking, even the last lingering echo disappeared.

Helena's expression shifted slightly as she turned to look in Lyle's direction.

She pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and walked over.

......

Meanwhile, Carter, who was invisible, stared into thought in the direction where Helena and Lyle were.

The dual-chosen one of fate and war named Lyle is quite intriguing. As a witch, Carter could clearly sense a special aura about him.

It seems familiar...

But what really unsettled her was the mute girl next to that guy.

"That girl with curled ears, who was always silent... Helena."

"Her silence and stillness could not possibly be caused by an ordinary curse; it could only be—"

She muttered to herself, her brow furrowed.

"Silent disease, and it's already close to its late stage."

The Silent Disease, though called a disease, is actually caused by a divine curse.

But now, for some reason, it has appeared on an ordinary girl.

Stagnant, silent, so silent that there was not a trace of life.

Just like most of the poor people she saw in her long life who died of silencing disease and became forever silent—

But she's still alive?

"And this girl... her disease is completely suppressed?"

"How is this possible—"

But recalling the strange aura of the boy named Lyle, Carter's thoughts seemed to freeze.

From this perspective, the girl might have had another purpose in approaching the boy—