Editing Tasogare-iro no Uta Tsukai:Volume1 3rd Play (section)

===Part 5===

“Kluele, have you tried this cake? It’s very delicious!”

Ada walked towards her, carrying a plate with three identical slices of cake on it. I know it’s really good, but aren’t you taking too much? With a faint smile, Kluele shook her head. 

“I’m already full. As for desserts, just this is enough for me.”

Kluele shook her glass of orange juice in reply.

“Kululu, have you seen Xins-sama?”

Pushing through a crowd of people, Mio asked loudly. She held a cup of what seemed like grape juice that was about to spill out. It would be best to stay away from her for now. Kluele thought this while shaking her head once again. This great hall was originally designed to hold parties, but after more than one thousand five hundred people were crowded inside, it was hard to find where anybody was.

“However, if he’s in here, it wouldn’t be strange for him to cause a large disturbance.”

Even though laughter could be heard everywhere in the room, she didn’t hear any loud cheers.

“Could he be secretly scouting someone?”

She turned her line of sight to the direction of Ada’s gaze. In one corner of the great hall, a higher-grade student was currently sitting in the judge’s section and talking with the guest Reciter. The two of them weren’t smiling, but were instead surrounded by a tense atmosphere that even the watching Kluele could feel. To us lower-grade students, the recital contest is simply an event. However, to the fourth-year students about to graduate, it decided their future path.

“Speaking of which, Kululu also received applause. Has anyone come to scout you?”

Mio asked while looking at her reflection in the glass cup.

“There’s no way that could happen. Only Kate-sensei praised me a bit, that’s all.”

The cheers that she had received were simply an appreciation of her performance, and not a scoring of Recitation skill points. Based on the difficulty of the Recitation, her rank in the recital contest was slightly lower than the average. 

Because of this, there were certainly quite a number higher-grade students had performed exceptionally.

In Yellow Recitations, there was a female student who called out numerous canaries and received great cheering. In Blue Recitations, a student called out an ice cube which was carved into a sculpture of a knight on a horse. As for White Recitations, among the highest grade students, a male student succeeded in calling out a unicorn. She had heard people saying that he would receive the award of being most outstanding.

“By the way, where’s Neight?”

Mio, who held a glass in one hand, shook her head. 

“We were together just a moment ago. He said he wanted to go outside and get some fresh air. This is a school, so there’s no way he could go missing. You don’t need to worry about him.”


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A fiendish catalyst— <Egg>.

Since the school wanted to get rid of it, then it shouldn’t matter if he took it and used it.

“Well then, how should I do it?”

Vendrell looked down at the gemstone and closed his eyes. 

Perhaps he could call out a large creature that he had never succeeded in Reciting before. Not just {{Furigana|Second Scale Recitation|Noble Aria}}, but if it went smoothly, even the highest rank {{Furigana|First Scale Recitation|High Noble Aria}}, the <True Spirit>, wouldn’t be impossible to call out.

The three links required for a Recitation— using a specific catalyst, singing a specific <{{Furigana|Song of Praise|Oratorio}}>, and calling out the True Spirit’s true name. Only a unique, high-ranked Reciter could satisfy those Recitation conditions. That would be considered a {{Furigana|First Scale Recitation|High Noble Aria}}. If he was able to call that out when least expected, then even that Rainbow Color Reciter would have no means of retaliating.

……Anyhow, I want to call out a powerful, unmatched, fierce creature. 

First I’ll take this back to my dorm room and confirm just how strong and powerful this catalyst is. Vendrell grabbed the red <Egg> closest to him, and placed the colored catalyst into a backpack he had prepared. 

At that moment—

The shell of the <Egg> broke, and the pitch-black of the resources building was driven away by a flash of red light. 

“Wha…… Oi, what is this!”

Under light as bright as looking directly into the sun, he was unable to open his eyes. Is this Recitation light?

Hold on a moment, I’ve never heard of such a thing!

This is different from what I had heard. Why would the light react simply from me holding it?

The red radiance sealed his eyes closed. Just when he wanted to put down the <Egg>, the object in his hand began to expand. 

A Recitation had automatically been initiated? How could such a thing be happening? This is impossi— 

……Impossible……

Trapped in this panicked situation, Vendrell finally lost consciousness.