Marielle's heart dancing the stage was now traced back to the past.
(It was a long time ago, wasn't it, Cayenne? Time passes.)
What I remember is memories in that carriage.
A story about Marielle with a scratchless face being escorted by Cayenne and Clad, two men who don't know which adventurer she is.
Though he was told not to talk to the adventurer, the curious Marielle had ended up talking to two people, Clad and Cayenne.
Only the minimum conversation I needed, I meant to, but it was always a joke to the two conversations that kept me laughing.
I was happy to say, "Oh, hey! I laughed! You're my winner, buddy!" And the clad of the Beast clan leaped, and another Lizardman named Cayenne shrugged his shoulder, "You really are just not going down," he said.
When I listened later, apparently it was the two of us who were just joking about making Marielle laugh, and we were battling over which joke we could make her laugh.
You haven't changed, have you, Cayenne?
One of Cayenne's well-used jokes was, "My head got bald and my tongue grew long".
For example, Cayenne was talking to Clad, and he said, "Kah, it's a chardle costume when it comes to popularity these days, but that recognition is way too late for fashion! Aren't you old?" Clad said, "It's rational and it balks my head," he said, jumping jokes at a time that had nothing to do with it, and that's what young Marielle sometimes almost laughed at.
I miss it terribly.
It was only a short time I traveled in that carriage, but it still remains clear.
(... No, I don't think so. I wonder)
Since he was attacked by demons, Cayenne had become a shape he had never seen.
Cayenne was distorting her expression and mourning when her constant best friend told her, "Hehe... sleepy, goodbye..."
It hurt like trying to make up for the magnitude of what I lost with anger.
Tell him to "wash his face" in the river, he was so sinking in grief that he would probably never be able to fly a joke again.
Bearing the burden on his back, Marielle remembered and cried, saying so, that she had lost her entourage.
(... must have changed. You and me)
When I got back to town, waiting for Cayenne was a terrible trick.
Cayenne was dressed with the stigma of a friend killer and a traitor to his client. Nothing stood to shelter Cayenne.
Marielle tried to sue for innocence. I tried to sue him, I didn't get a voice.
Marielle cried again as Cayenne cursed the irrationality of the world and barked violently into heaven.
(... I lost it. I didn't lose it more than you did, but I lost it a lot)
Marielle remembers the encounter in the meantime.
Marielle's life has been a spectacle's life since she had a scratch on her face.
It was a hard, and sad life.
Continuing to be denied himself, Marielle no longer held something like a distortion somewhere in her heart.
Cayenne appeared to Marielle like that, unchanged.
No, correctly, with something unusual, something lost, the goodness of his person was still returning unchanged.
I'm Cayenne.
That word was everything.
(... Cayenne. I'll dance. Dance and cross the world)
"Definitely."
It was his words that were repeated as if they were frightening.
- Definitely, take it, now you were, perfectly, the star of the story.
The word is Marielle's most wanted word.
(I'm going to be a singing princess who tells her how impressed I am.... Yes, Cayenne)
Only once have I cursed the world that those who tormented Marielle should be beaten with emotion and miserable.
I still feel the same way.
Still, the word of that girl named Nell is recalled.
I desperately said, "Inspiring, it's wonderful!," she repeated.
Yeah, well, Marielle thought.
I guess the emotion is great. I'm sure there's going to be a great day.
(... I'll let you keep singing and dancing until how touching you are healing my heart)
Marielle, again, cried just a little.
When the play was over and Marielle quietly lowered her head, the multi-purpose hall had been quiet for a while.
When the finish melted reasonably well, I finally heard the applause and said, "... wonderful, wonderful...!" I found Jacopo repeating himself.
Continuing, Toshiki, Marielle sighed deeply when she realized the three daughters were applauding.
When has it been the first time since I've been a spectacle that I've been applauded straight like this?
Marielle kept her head down for a while and couldn't get her upper body up.
The original occasion, which is that she is forced to make two choices.
A witch's invitation to lose dancing and singing instead of healing her face.
Marielle plays Maria naturally deeply troubled.
Marielle lost everything from the wounds on her face. But what would Marielle do then if she could heal her facial wounds instead of giving up singing and dancing?
This could be described as a harsh choice. For Marielle, two options like asking about their fundamentals. It's what you can call her life so far.
The script, from here on out, gives her two. So that she can choose either.
I think it's a bad choice. That's why I asked her in memory. It's going to be this kind of script, but there are other proposals, I was wondering what I would do.
But Marielle dared to choose to use this script. We chose the original script for this bad taste. I wanted to choose, she said.
Which did she choose? I know.
I asked many times the answer I chose and why I chose it.
I decided to consult with her and Nell until every word of it.
I talked to him and got him as close as possible to Marielle's answer.
"I want to be beautiful. I wish from the bottom of my heart. Not a day I didn't want to be beautiful."
"...... but I want to stay ugly and tell the world how touched I am. I don't hate being ugly. I don't like the world laughing at the ugly."
Marielle in front of me answers crying.
"It doesn't matter if it's ugly or not. Naturally I have feelings that I would rather be beautiful than ugly. But that's not important. This is what the ugly should be, this is what they should behave like if they are ugly. I don't like the way the world thinks."
"I've lost more than I've lost because my face was hurt. self-esteem and the joy of expressing it. These two things were badly hurt by people's malice."
"I once danced what I thought was beautiful. The butterflies are beautiful, the flowers are beautiful, that's how I danced. I wanted to convey that beauty from the bottom of my heart."
"Someone laughed at that as funny. A woman with a scratch on her face is dancing. Interesting, rare. That's just how I feel. I didn't even try to see what I wanted to describe, it was just interesting"
"I was badly scratched. - I can't convey the emotions I wanted to convey, lonely grief. A grief that cuts my self-esteem, that I myself am being laughed at. The sadness of despising something important creates the illusion that what I thought was beautiful is being laughed at"
"I found out, how sad they are. I've been biting for three years."
"That's why I think. It doesn't make sense that you can't describe what you thought was beautiful, even if you're beautiful anyway. Besides, it's physiologically unbearable to live with someone who laughs at others as funny, my heart doesn't accept it anymore. - I'd rather have a play where people laugh at others as funny, even if they weren't beautiful, and still forget to laugh and see them."
"Ugly, yes, ugly. I want you to cry (...) to the opera where I sing and dance. It's like someone who has never forgiven the weak and just suffers, and for some reason is so distraught that he's about to cry that he thinks, and realizes what the hell he's been crying at. It's my little revenge to weep like that."
"Please, witch. For God's sake, make it uglier than make it look beautiful. Give me the talent for dancing and singing instead. Don't take away the joy and pride you express."
"... even though there is a life without difficulty if it is beautiful. And even though I want to be beautiful. … but I'm stupid."
"It's distorted me enough to hate the world to live a life without difficulty. I live with stubborn aversion to those who once laughed at me, obsessed with the joy and pride of expression, … I'm talking about a stupid woman"
* * *
"... really, really deep in business"
I was sitting in deep, squeaking Jacopo like I could feel him.
Marielle's dance, I've seen it many times. I've also seen the song many times.
I heard everything she thought.
And that's why I accidentally took a sigh of relief.
A sense of vanity.
After seeing the masterpiece, it's that feeling of soaking up the aftertaste.
I guess I forgot to breathe at some point, the sigh I spit out was heavy.
"… this is Marielle"
I told Jacopo what I thought.
Jacopo didn't even turn around, "... yeah, I guess..." he muttered really quietly.
No doubt he was overwhelmed.
He was breathtaking of Marielle's profound grief and her spectacular determination.
He seemed to be shaken and shaken by the deep thoughts of Marielle, who was in awe and could not choose a life without difficulty.
Well, I looked at my three daughters, and Nell was just sobbing.
Yufi and Ili said, "Hey, are you okay?" "All right, all right," he was weeping as much as he wanted.
"... that guy really should want to be stronger and more beautiful than anyone else..." he said with a trembling voice, making him say so, and that was kind of a smile.
(... well, Nell was listening to me and Marielle talking that night)
I guess I had something to empathize with.
I thought that was all right.
Well, it's my job from here on out.
"Um, Mr. Jacopo"
"... Lord Toshiki"
"Yes."
Jacopo kept a distant eye and spun his smudges and words as he caught Marielle in the front.
"She'll be a singing princess. … I can't right now, but I'm sure if I were better, I'd be such a singing princess, inspiring people with dancing and songs"
"Yes."
"I, Jacopo Cruzostomus Wolfgang Theophilus Camerata Medici Amadeus Pali, am deeply moved by this play. I would like to express my gratitude here."
"It's an honor.... As you have said, it was also an unparalleled honor for me to be present at this wonderful opera of hers. Thank you."
Quiet thanks.
Nestled ahead, Jacopo opened his mouth as if he had decided to keep his mind open when he thought that he had sinked into thinkings just a little meditating on his eyes.
"Well, it's about hiring"
"Yes."
I just got a little nervous. I'm sure it's going to be okay, but I still remember the tension.
And the result.
"… I will definitely hire you"
"Thank you"
Again, as expected.
Now, standing up, Jacopo was returning to his grand demeanor again.
"I have to say hello to the singing princess who told me about this emotion. Please take me to Lord Marielle."
"Please let me come with you. I'd like to say hello to her, too."
"Yeah, sure."
I followed Jacopo to her, too.
When I crossed Nell, who was sobbing, I thought I'd take her too, but I knew I'd let her cry as she was.
"Lord Marielle!
"... Mr. Jacopo"
Going to the side of the stage, Marielle looked blurred for a while, whether she was exhausted or lost in emotion.
She was posturing correctly with the appearance that she had finally returned to depression with Jacopo's voice.
"Lord Marielle, I'm impressed with your play! Yes, I would like you to join our troupe! Please, thank you!
"... Mr. Jacopo?
Surprised, Marielle, who seemed unable to drink the development of the story for a moment, finally figured out what it meant after a beat late, "Is it true!" and he had a delightful color on his face.
"Mr. Jacopo, I"
"Yes, it's a pass! No, it's a terrible rhetoric to pass. It was a chest punching opera. Please come under us!
"... oh, thank you..."
Marielle, who shook her voice and thanked her, and Jacopo, who shakes hands hard with that girlfriend.
When I saw that, I realized that all my work was done.
"Thank you, Lord Toshiki! Let me thank you too! Yes!"
"Dear Toshiki, Thank you very much for your kind and courteous guidance on this me, Marielle..."
Seeing her wipe her eyes "rude" with the back of her hand for just a moment, I had to return the word that this is the one I'd rather thank.
"I am the one who can see Mr. Marielle's play and I am impressed above all else. That's enough."
"Dear Toshiki.... all my heart, but please give me this as a thank you so far"
Marielle dropped the bag at me, wondering if she'd taken anything out of her foot luggage.
Maybe money or something.
I think it would be rude for Jacopo to have it now, so I'll just say one thing in good standing.
"... I can't accept it, Mr. Marielle. I'm happy as a merchant, but I still can't take it now"
"No, take it. This is how I feel. Less, but I will give you my heartfelt gratitude"
"... thank you"
It didn't seem like much at all, so I just noticed a little bit.
No, I knew Marielle was coming to thank me this way, but now I wonder if this is the right time.
Fair enough.
I confirmed it in the appraisal, but he didn't think Yakopo was particularly rude either, so thank you as it is.
(Yes, that's okay.... it all fits round, now it's a happy ending)
I thought, "Mr. Marielle at the place. May I just say one word where I have decided to join the group," he said.
"... Yes. Please."
"Then excuse me for the usual word," I coughed lightly. "This is your career plan.... How about that?
The usual decision dialogue. I still think we have to close this way.
"... hehe, thank you. I'm happy to take it."
Marielle laughed so quietly and bowed her head.