Chapitre 67: What's A Festival Without Some Friendly Competition

(Delta POV)

I sat at the side of the stage, having been led here by a staff member in preparation for the competition later.

"You are Delta, right?" A feminine voice called out from my side.

I turned my head to the direction of the voice, "Yes?"

"Ah, just checking, no worries. The competition is starting soon so if you would just follow me?"

I stood up, my cane grasped tightly in my right hand.

"Here, you can hold my arm," the woman offered, her arm pushing up towards my free hand.

"Much appreciated."

She led me towards the direction of the stage, my cane tapping on the ground all the way.

"Be careful, there are stairs," She cautioned, slowly guiding me up.

I nodded, taking my time to test each step as I ascended on the stage.

While slowly ascending the stairs, the staff made sure to stay close to me, waiting patiently as I ascended step by step.