Chapter 242

Chapter 242: Fairy Tale Wonderland

For Lolan Hill, after learning from Mrs. Phyllia, singing was not particularly difficult. However, she preferred to sing alone to express her emotions. In public settings, she would have to pay more attention to everyone’s preferences. She did not necessarily dislike it, but there was a bit more restraint and less freedom.

But sometimes, it was not bad to vent her feelings and thoughts to the outside world.

Her light-colored shoes stepped on the steps, revealing white ankle socks. Lolan lightly jumped and landed on the roof of the carport, surprising the female poet who was originally there. Then, the young girl with blue pigtails extended her fair wrist.

“Can I borrow your harp?” Her voice was clear and ethereal.

“Sure.” The wandering bard handed over the harp in her arms with some surprise and then jumped off the roof, leaving the girl alone. The crowd below watched the elf-like girl with wide eyes full of anticipation, ready to listen.

Lolan Hill plucked the strings, and melodious echoes came from the wooden box of the harp.

What should she sing? Lolan Hill thought. According to custom, she should sing songs praising battles, boldness, and passion. But after a moment of hesitation, she didn’t want to. She simply didn’t like it.

She didn’t enjoy fighting and killing. What she wanted to see was people living happily together. She wasn’t sure if she could achieve that, but she still wanted to convey the beauty she hoped for.

As her thoughts changed, the notes she adjusted slowly transformed, and finally, soft and cheerful music echoed by the bonfire.

At first, it was a lively string of plucks, followed by a clear, flowing voice.

“Let’s begin.”

“The world of the night moves.”

“Tiny lights flicker.”

“The splendid dance turns and turns.”

“Welcome to the forest.”

The clear voice gradually led everyone’s hearts into an ethereal and mysterious world—a quiet forest where fireflies danced, flowers bloomed under the moonlight, and small figures danced among the flowers, their wings like butterflies, waving wands that scattered starlight.

“Sometimes a little troublesome.”

“Sometimes playing pranks.”

“Magic is always on our side.”

“Climb aboard three rhythms.”

“Drive away worries, la-la-la. Welcome to the forest!”

The girl closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembling gently. Her soft voice was ethereal and pure. Everyone’s hearts seemed to sway like orchids under the moonlight in the night breeze.

“The world of the night sounds.”

“This heart is freer than anyone else’s.”

“Gently sway this dreamlike dance.”

“Welcome to the forest!”

As the strings were plucked, specks of light floated in the air, adding a serene beauty to the noisy world. These specks chased each other, circled around, and slowly turned into emerald green butterflies.

“Look over there, look over here.”

“Looking for something to relieve boredom.”

“What should we do next?”

“Let me think.”

“These days are so incredible.”

“It’s not bad either.”

“Alright, come deep into the forest!”

The emerald green butterflies flew everywhere, landing on the girl’s shoulders, on the grassy wilderness, on the burning flames, and in people’s hearts.

Tiny seeds began to sprout, vines and green branches spread across the earth, growing wildly and freely. Small branches continued to rise, transforming from saplings into large trees with dense shade.

The fire was covered and extinguished by the growing green branches. The entire venue plunged into darkness as the forest took over. Vines connected between the branches, and the blue orchids blooming on them emitted specks of light, decorating and beautifying the venue.

The cold moonlight shone down from the sky, sprinkling through the tree shadows. The girl’s blue hair was also coated with a faint silver, creating an otherworldly stage.

“The fragrance of these flowers envelops the body.”

“Wandering in the place we’ve longed for.”

“Let’s dance joyfully in a dreamlike manner.”

“Moon and stars, right here, face-to-face.”

“Let’s dance magnificently and passionately.”

“On this stage that erases time.”

The originally noisy venue fell silent, with only the girl’s light voice echoing in the forest and under the moonlight, cleansing the accumulated hostility. The fervent gazes slowly softened, and restless hearts gradually calmed.

Indeed, apart from battles and killings, there were many more beautiful things in this world.

How long had it been since they had felt such peace? The old shaman looked at the girl singing while playing the harp, her thoughts drifting to a distant past.

Various orc tribes lived in different parts of the world long ago. There were snow-capped mountains, forests filled with leaves, tranquil lakes, flowing rivers, sunsets, and endless skies.

When did everyone become so narrow-minded?

Did dying in battle really make one happy?

Was there really only one choice in life?

King Kedaren taught the orcs how to fight but did not tell them how to live after the fight. Because his whole life was spent in battle, must future generations also spend their lives in battle?

Questions that she had never considered before began to surface in the old shaman’s mind. A new perspective and world started to spread within her.

Perhaps for all these years, their thoughts had been trapped in a narrow spiral, ignoring and forgetting many things.

The monotonous and dull world on the grasslands, lacking diversity, led to a similar monotony in daily life. Being in such a closed and monotonous world for a long time subtly influenced their thoughts, making them more radical and narrow.

Just as the old shaman was immersed in reflection, the song inside the venue finally came to an end.

“Let’s dance magnificently and passionately.”

“On this stage that erases time.”

The clear and beautiful song gradually stopped. The numerous spectators inside remained still, still lost in that beautiful world and dream.

Until a heavy fruit fell from a branch, hitting the shoulder of a wolf-eared audience member. He picked up the green and plump fruit from the grass, broke it open, and the light red flesh emitted an enticing fragrance.

Taking a bite, the sweet juice filled his mouth, refreshing him instantly.

Looking up, he saw the green branches laden with colorful fruits—red, green, and yellow. These dazzling fruits were crystal clear and tempting.

The atmosphere of abundance permeated the venue amidst the exclamations and cheers, like a fairy tale wonderland.

(The End)