Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

A strange woman talked to me, who was going to be a complete wall stain.

She wears a pale yellow dress and bob-cut silver hair. I wonder if my height is a little lower than mine. [M] It doesn't look very decorative on the whole, but I think it is a small ruby for hair shining like silver workmanship or a golden hair decoration with red jewelry, and it seems that it stands out.

"Me and...?

I pointed at myself. I feel a strange feeling of killing by my side (I feel like it's suitable for me or not), but I don't feel anything particularly suspicious from this woman. Even if Samya and Helen don't move, they won't hurt me in particular.

The problem is that I don't know this woman at all. I've dug up all my memories since I came to this world, but I don't remember seeing this person.

I wonder if there's a pattern I've seen somewhere over there that I know unilaterally.

"Yeah."

The woman smiled nicely and nodded quietly. Looking gently at Diana and Anne, Diana approached and whispered in her ear.

"It would be rude to refuse if a woman asked you to, so take it."

"You don't accept the beginning of any relationship, do you?

When I heard it, my back twitched. I see. Shoulder bread is not good. I smiled at the woman to keep the pain from coming out of her face.

"I'm not used to this kind of place, so I'm afraid it's ugly, if you don't mind."

"Of course, I'll handle it."

A woman smiling again. I took her hand and proceeded to a slightly empty place.

At that time, the song that the band had been playing until now turned from a little lively - perhaps so that the conversation could be hidden - to a relaxed song. Instead, the noise is getting louder.

Is this a consideration to make it easier for me to dance, or is it a coincidence...? I can't help thinking about it, so when I take a woman's hands, I take steps to match the song.

It would have been different if I had done social dance in the previous world, but unfortunately I don't have that experience. Obviously, the cheese that Watchdog gave me doesn't contain anything called "dance talent”, so it wouldn't be terrible if people didn't see it.

A little dance will expose it immediately. I felt like I could hear a voice that couldn't even take a bitter smile from the other side of the song. If this woman understands and doesn't want to be ashamed of herself altogether.

"So, what's the story?

"Oh, I just wanted to dance honestly... but you won't believe me."

When she frowned at the naughty words for a moment, the woman gave up. It's just my eyesight, but it seems to have had an unexpected effect.

"Well, let's be brief. My name is Annette."

Annette bowed as if it were one of the dance gestures. Together, I'll keep my head down.

"To put it in perspective, it means the royal kingdom is involved."

Annette keeps moving me by pulling my hand.

"Well, being here doesn't interest you enough. It's the opposite, actually."

"I don't feel like I could be honest with you."

I said so without changing my expression as much as possible. It's an uncovered mood.

That's right.

Annette smiled bitterly. No one feels better when they get suspicious.

"So, what can I do for you, Mr. Royal Associate? If it's a bespoke item...."

"It means that the person who will be hit by the workshop in the Black Forest will come alone."

"Yeah."

When you talk while dancing, your feet don't get soft. Grab it and take steps you can't miss.

"You're not interested right now, are you? When I talk to the other person, my job is like a detective."

One more level of vigilance in me. It's called Defcon 4.

"Well, there's nothing in particular for today. I'm just here to connect."

Heh.

I completely shut out my feelings and replied. Annette smiles even harder.

"Something a little troublesome is going on. You may be able to ask for a final trump card or something close to it. Since then, it's too late to rush and connect your face, so now is the time."

"Luckily, there's a good chance to dive in.

That's right.

Annette smiled nicely this time.

"That's what this is all about, thank you very much. Ah, please explain everything to your family. And to Her Highness. I didn't mean anything to do with your family."

"Thank you."

If I had to deceive you, I had to worry about what kind of cover story I had prepared, but it would be easier if I explained it as it is.

I don't care how much you trust me...

Annette and I will thank you for the last time and go back to where we were. A warm applause wrapped us in the opposite of the swallowing of the conversation we had.