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In a certain forest, a single female elf was doing particularly nothing.
Even though another year had passed, the elf, Milliarde, would continue to sit quietly on this stump. She had heard that recently both humans and demons were doing something called a New Year’s Visit. Apparently, it was to celebrate the one time the Goddess had come down from heaven or some such.
But that was odd, wasn’t it?
After all, it was the very elf, sitting here doing nothing on what was meant to be the start of the new year who was the one who created this custom to begin with.
It was a simple whim.
Milliarde randomly decided it was the start of a “year” in the middle of winter due to finding it to be, at the time, the coldest day of the year. It could have been any of the other seasons, but she had found it amusing if the day the Goddess had descended would also be the coldest of the year.
“Yo, Milliarde.”
The female elf blink to see another of her kind. How rare. “Oh Serie. Hello. It’s rare for you to come to this part of the continent. Or even to say Hi.”
“I’ve recently found out I still have some prospects to look forward to, so I decided to visit the Demon King and try to convince him to continue this stupid ceasefire for at least another century.”
“Okay, whatever.” Milliarde didn’t really care even if she did have a question. “Also…what are you wearing?”
The blonde elf was wearing a yellow tiger striped bikini with matching boots. There were also what looked to be fake demon horns on her head.
“Apparently, it’s an old tradition to throw beans at visiting demons to keep them away in the New Year. This was the get-up during one of my student’s time. Do you want to come?”
“Sure, why not? Do you have a larger size of that?”
By the way, the “beans” the Demon King threw at the two elves in the ridiculous garb were actual comets which Serie had to explode before they hit the ground.
“…Hmm? Himmel, what’s that noise?”
“Frieren, you’re awake? There seems to be a fireworks show going on…somewhere. You could see it all the way from here, at least.”
“Pretty.”
“By the way Frieren, I think I forgot to tell you something.”
“Hmm?”
“Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year to you too.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…”
Gasp.
“So is an inn fine or…”
“Just take me now.”
"Inn, it is."