Village Head's Debauchery-Novel

Chapter 652 Gearing Up For The Festivals

?652 Gearing Up For The Festivals

So, while some key figures had wanted to let the Prismerions stay on their own under the Village's protection, Orion understood it was not a good idea, and they needed to depend on each other now that they were together.

Orion mentally patted himself on the back for the excellent work on the construction of Orion cities. He also couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, remembering that only one of his women still hadn't given birth yet—

The Princess of the Garden!

Unfortunately, she wasn't an ordinary human because the Princess of the Garden was created to be a goddess. Therefore, no ordinary healers could work on her, including Greta's healing gift. Strangely, the herbs from the farm, which typically had effects on various ailments, had an impact on the Princess of the Garden and the baby.

Greta confirmed that nothing was wrong with the Princess of the Garden's pregnancy, and all that remained was for her to give birth. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

However, there were no signs that she would give birth soon.

Orion consulted with Aerialia about this, but Aerialia was clueless about what to do, especially since she had never encountered or experienced such a situation before.

Aerialia had expected the Princess of the Garden to easily give birth, just as she had easily gotten pregnant, but the reality was different. Faced with this unexpected challenge, she was equally helpless about what to do.

As Orion temporarily set aside the matter to ponder a solution later, he couldn't help but sigh when thinking about Saria, Malaia, and Dariya's situation. For them, it was the opposite dilemma.

Though they were able to give birth, he didn't want them to endure the hardships Anara had experienced. The fear lingered that they might not be willing or able to endure what Anara herself had gone through.

Also, despite Grace's condition improving, he was adamant about not wanting his children to be born or grow up with such a condition. Therefore, he wanted to solve the problem before they could become pregnant and give birth to a child.

He had consulted Aerialia to see if she had encountered a similar case, but Aerialia was equally clueless about what to do. Her annoyance grew to the point where she began to look at him strangely, prompting him to refrain from asking her more questions for the time being.

'Haaa... You would think that a goddess would know everything,' Orion thought, exhaling as he left the building.

His mind shifted to the Guardians of the Garden at this moment. Despite recovering a small portion of the Garden in the Second Border City through some unknown means and reclaiming a small portion of the divine lake essence through Anara's and the Princess of the Garden's hard work, they still didn't like him after nine months.

While they were more tolerable and somewhat welcoming due to all he had done, a barrier stood between them. Orion still found it challenging to communicate with them, so he couldn't get any information about who Aegis of the Arctic Deity was. He knew it would be difficult but never expected it to be this high.

As Orion broke out of his thoughts and surveyed his surroundings, he noticed numerous villagers bustling about as he headed back to the Second Border City, where his manor was.

However, despite the continuous activity, he could tell the Village seemed scanty. This was understandable, as various villagers who didn't have much to lose and lacked advantageous gifts to help them amass wealth had migrated to the First Border City.

They sought to escape poverty and seize a new opportunity, taking a chance to try their luck.

With their arrival and a few others seeking a new experience, the wages for various labour skyrocketed, enabling those already occupied to amass more wealth than ever. Nevertheless, Orion was aware that the pay for labour would only continue to increase until it reached a peak, eventually stabilizing.

Meanwhile, the more adventurous individuals headed to the Second Border City, where humans and Prismerions could interact.

Unlike the villagers, the Prismerions' situation seemed challenging because the Garden took a few months to be reconstructed.

However, Orion expected things to improve soon and the situation to stabilize, even if it didn't match the level of wealth generated by the Village just yet.

As Orion released his Vylkr energy, he jumped into the sky and reached the First Border City within hours before racing to the Second Border City.

Alongside this expectation, he couldn't help but look forward to the end of the year, when one of the Village's biggest festivals would occur. While the Village had various celebrations throughout the year, several had been put on hold due to the events that unfolded, including Stronghold Leader Drakar's actions, the disappearances of him and Saria, and the integration of the Prismerions with the Village.

However, the upcoming festival, scheduled for the next two months when everything would settle down, made Orion excited. He pondered what kind of festival it would be, particularly considering the Village's culture.

The Prismerions were preparing for a festival which would mark their liberation from a curse that had tormented them for 7,500 years. It would also be their first celebration of freedom beyond the confines of the mountain.

Orion was also curious about the Prismerion festival and looked forward to experiencing the festivities.

As for the upcoming festivals within the Village and the Prismerion community, Orion's wives had chosen to keep the details a surprise until the day of the events.

Orion was also okay with their decision, as it provided a welcome distraction from parenting responsibilities after completing the taxing task that spanned several months.

Apart from those two, Orion also anticipated the arrival of the caravans. The caravans would regularly pass by to barter with the Village for their fruits or exchange unique items possessed by the villagers, which usually took place from the end of the month to the first day of the following year.