I’ll Live My Second Life!

New Year’s Eve Special Performance Feel

Phil was in the garden of Dayman’s Royal Palace with some of the things that came with him.

There were noble men, neighboring princes, and even priests at the end of her life in the place for reasons such as wanting to talk to the wise Phil as well as the samurai around her, bringing gifts to Phil, learning from Phil’s divine work, and so on.

Dayman’s royal palace garden wasn’t such a big garden from a neighboring prince, but with Feel there, the view changes.

The flowers of mediocre colour, when she is also present, are like famous flowers that shine red or yellow. The mediocre-lined trees were also like a golden ratio that was elaborately calculated when she stood.

The Feel at its center was as clean and beautiful as an angel, and it was a single painting view.

Phil looks up at the sky in its beautiful outing.

Blue eyes, analogous to gemstone blinks, gently reflect the blue of the sky.

Colored eyes on long lashes narrowed down softly and deeply.

“Phil, you’re looking up at the sky.”

“Oh… what a beautiful look…”

“I’m sure we can’t even think about it, you must be thinking about something profound”

In the meantime, Phil was thinking.

(Nice weather today, too)

The wind was cool and the sun was pounding and pleasant.

My eyes wander unexpectedly. I’m sure it would feel good if I took a nap like this.

But that’s unacceptable because there are customers around today. I mean, I’ve never taken a nap in my life. Unfortunately.

But it was a really nice day. It feels good to just stand in the yard bobbing while you get a little upset.

Phil enjoyed the warm afternoon sunshine as the customers, who usually talk very often, don’t talk to him today.

Butterflies flickered in front of such a Feel.

(Oh, just…)

Phil, who was annoyed, reached for the butterflies and tried to chase them just a little bit.

At that time, a man of nobility shouted. Bikuri Fir’s movement stops there.

“Phew, Phil, you’re posing as something strange!

“Ah……, that pose!

“You know, the Priest!

Asked by the princes of neighbouring countries, the priest replied with a serious look.

“That must be a pose of prayer for the glorious God, conveyed by ancient Placean documents. It is said that by completing this prayer we can spare the evil around us and bring blessings to many things”

“Holy shit! I didn’t know they were going to do that!

“That’s a healing witch!

“I’m sure he was also looking up at the sky, thinking of all the people and people, ready to offer prayers”

(Yep, yep, yep, yep!?

Phil exclaimed in his heart.

“Do, priest. You said you’d finish it. So you haven’t finished that prayer pose yet”

“Yes, the prayer is complete by not moving in that position and maintaining it for 8 minutes”

“I see! Phil, you’re about to be challenged.”

(Ugh, I can’t move. No…!

That’s what they said, and Phil couldn’t move a step off the spot.

The current Feel pose had only his left foot on the ground, his right foot about 30 degrees ahead, and his hands extended forward.

(Give me this for 8 or 8 minutes…? Mm-hmm…)

Tough. Clearly, this attitude was tough.

Besides, Phil grew up a princess born a princess.

I can barely exercise. I don’t have much strength. Not much. Hardly.

Feel’s left leg begins to shiver plumply after less than 30 seconds, her face turning bright blue.

(How could… How could you do this…)

I’m just raucous. I got confused about the afternoon sun, and I found butterflies and I was just trying to chase them a little bit. Did you have to endure it for 8 minutes in a tight weird pose in front of everyone watching?

There was a little tear in Feel’s eyes.

About a minute goes by.

(also, the limit already……)

Feel’s body was trying to reverse the puffy tremor limit all over her body.

And the prayer pose is close to collapsing.

A loud noise echoed from afar.

Along with that, a voice sounds like the screams of the samurai.

“Mr. Fee suddenly went wild.”

“Oh, my God, there’s vases and kettles!

“Oh, again!? If you think you’ve grown up all this time before, then suddenly you’re rambling, why again…!

The men who were even watching Phil’s prayer pose also turn their gaze to those who had that noise.

“Hey, what’s going on! This noise!

“Something tells me a woman named Fee is rambling over there.”

“You’re my twin sister that you don’t look exactly like that Phil!

“Come on, Phil, don’t let your prayers get in the way! I’ll get him!

“I’m coming too!

“I won’t let you run out!

“We’re coming too!

Saying so, all the men ran away with the noise. The samurai also follows them late.

Phil solved a weird pose as he blindly dropped that figure off.

In those blue eyes, I can see someone hiding in the shadow of the garden bush just putting their hands out here and waving.

Phil knew right away who that was. My own sister, Phee.

Maybe he saw how Phil was, making a scene and pulling people apart.

(Thanks, hey well…)

To that compassion, Phil spills a tear of relief.

Phil smiled hoarsely and waved back his little hand to his tender sister.

Then the human chase between Princess Fee and the castle continued for a while, and everyone came back out of breath after about 15 minutes. Fee, hey. Sasa got away.

Talk about the sisters one day like that.