Dream Life

Tria Calendar, July 20, 2017, around 7 p.m.

A ball was about to begin to hit the second wedding party between his brother Rodrick and Rosalind, the youngest daughter of Raswell's Borderline Uncle.

The great hall, which was cleaned up in a great hurry, is followed by the sweet melody music played by the musicians and the sons and ladies of the young nobles who dressed them.

We were in the flow of the guy, trying to get into the venue. I escort Sharon, followed by Dan escorting Mel. This combination, but it seems it was determined by a strict scratch.

Because both Mel and Sharon wanted to arm themselves with me and enter, but Sharon, who usually felt like a step back, couldn't pull it off.

And pulled the lottery that Liddy made and Sharon won. Liddy's story was that Mel was about to cry at that time, but Sharon's suggestion finally made him smile back because he decided to dance second.

When I hear that talk, I wonder if I can live up to their thoughts.

their outfits, but what Mel and Sharon are wearing is basically the same as during the feast. But she was just as feminine as she was, changing her hair slightly or adding more accessories to match the image of the ball. They both had rings in their left hand pharmacopoeia. Previously, it was made of jewelry from McCloud, a real estate agent in Doctus.

Dan lowers his long sword for liturgy to a blue-toned outfit similar to that worn by his father and brother, the knights of the Empire.

Originally slim and tall, the knight's origins look well suited because of his crisp cool eyes conceded by his father Guy Jakes and his slightly feminine sweet mask resembling his mother Claire and sister Sharon.

For this reason, or many of the sights of the dressed ladies were suitable for Dan.

Liddy and Beatrice, but I'm not here right now.

The two of you will be dressed for a nightclub by now. I have one body, so after about thirty minutes, I plan to take turns with Mel and the others.

There were about two things that happened before I got here.

One is that I went to see my brother Rodrick.

Because I felt my brother was drinking too much at an unfamiliar banquet, so I thought I'd wake him up drunk with the magic of detoxification.

It's not like my brother can't drink either, but he usually seemed pretty moderate because of his serious personality. Today, however, it is sometimes the lead role, and it continues to be drunk by marquises, counts and even Knights bosses from the Imperial Capital, who drink about two or three full bottles of wine.

During the feast, I got quite drunk and was quite cheerful, but I wasn't even getting drunk. Though I thought it might be a concern, it's my first night of wedding, so I was a little concerned that I wouldn't be drunk if I could.

My prediction came true, and my brother was lying on the couch in the holding room. Sim Marron, his entourage, is intervening, but when he tried to walk, he became a thousand feet, and Lu Rhythm was quite suspicious.

I hang the magic of detoxification to reduce alcohol in my blood, thinking it's a good idea. It is further purified with an image that breaks down "acetaldehyde”, which is the source of the hangover. This eliminates some “drunkenness” and “hangover," but if the amount is too high or the detoxification is delayed, it cannot magically be completely restored, and the symptoms of hangover will remain.

This time it should fit with a mild headache and a degree of tiredness, since it hasn't been long since I was completely drunk.

I hung the magic of detoxification, gave my brother a lot of advice, and then we tried to go back to our room, but a second thing happened here.

I bowled down the hallway with Baron Manfred Braceford, the Knights Commander.

When the Knights chief looked at my face, he said, "Because I heard you were here," and immediately began to apologize.

"My subordinate, Philip Ingris, has tried to do harm to Sir, and all responsibility lies with me. I'm so sorry."

I say that and bow my head deeply.

I panic, "Please look up." It is very poorly heard from the side, such as being a key figure in the Northern Governor's Office and having the Knights Commanding the First Army bow their heads.

I myself had already begun to forget what happened before the feast, but I guess that's not how serious the Knights Commander can be.

"Nothing was harmed. And it's not like I don't know how he feels."

The Knight Commander shook his head (wearing it),

"But I tried to turn my sword to an invitee to protect. This fact is indelible. I mean, my responsibilities don't go away either."

I say that and I bow my head again.

To be honest, I didn't have a problem with that squire getting slashed, and I think this kind of thing is a lot more bothersome. So, I really don't want it to be any more difficult, but the serious Knights Commander (this sturdy thing) isn't going to convince me easily.

"The person who killed my family is right in front of me. Because if you're young, it's not strange to go upside down. If this changes his mind, that's enough."

"I appreciate you saying that, but this is about discipline. My supervisory responsibility, of course, but I can't maintain discipline as an army if I make a disposition."

Again, the Knights chief didn't try to give in hard work.

I decided to change my argument.

"Okay. But for my sake, for the Lockhart family, will you forgive me for the harsh disposition?"

The Knights Commander didn't know what I was talking about.

"I'm not sure, but what does it mean"

I tried to find a way out of him.

"If you make a tough disposition here, it looks like I wanted it. Though I had to stop it, I have killed many knights and soldiers. If I say that I wish for a more severe disposition, the Lockhart family would be less impressed."

The Knights Commander was overheard and confused by unexpected stories.

"So what do I do..."

"Why don't you let it be even rigorous training? Or do you think I'll give you an extra assignment? That's enough."

That's all I said, I cut up a conversation with the Knights chief, who still looked unconvinced and difficult, and went back to his room.

I think it's a really troublesome story.

You'll need to dispose of the squire you tried to slash, but it's not good that they say "I”. No matter how disciplined the knights are, they may have similar feelings for me for helping the Governor and capturing Gannell. It's not a big deal if it's just against me, but it's against the Lockhart family.

(But there's very little I can do. I can't even speak to the disposition inside the Knights... so much so that you can do it in peace... I can't help thinking about it. Forget about this and think about the ball...)

I decided to forget this story.

I was remembering that while escorting Sharon, but the music the musicians play changed to bring consciousness back to the venue.

From gentle music, instead of upbeat music, everyone's gaze was pointed towards the entrance. Apparently, the brothers are coming in.

Unlike the previous thousand bird legs, my brother enters in arms with his new wife Rosalee with a firm foothold.

Young men and women already in the venue, including us, greet the two with great applause.

The brothers also waved and responded to it, heading towards the center of the great hall.

I knelt down, "Can you dance a song," I said to Sharon, offering him my right hand.

Sharon grabs my hand and says, "Yes, welcome."

On the side Dan invited Mel in the same way, and the same interaction was taking place around him.

The first song has a decided opponent, so the couple is quickly established. That's why the first dance started in about a minute.

Waltz-like style prevails in the courts of this world, including the Empire, dancing around like a circle dance. Of course, young people who do rushing things seem to be in every world, and there seems to be dances that are not bound by a circle dance, but they are just not seen at advanced nobility balls.

It's this dance, but I've never done a social dance or anything in my previous life, and it's something I've remembered since I came to this world. The Tilia School of Magic in Doctus had some classes that envisioned going out with royalty and nobility, and because they included not only general manners, but also these dances, etc., the basic steps and rules are to an extent known once and for all. I know once, but I never go to a full-scale ball when I was a college student at Doctus, and this is my first experience.

Of course, with my brother's marriage, I knew there would be these balls, so I'm practicing to the extent that I don't scratch my shame. Mel, Dan, Beatrice, and Liddy, who had not taken classes in the process, were also supposed to learn to dance. In Liddy's case, she was supposed to be a graduate of college and take classes, but she almost forgot because it was about 40 minutes ago.

Light music plays and dozens of pairs of decorated young gentlemen, ladies, dance as they make a big circle.

In the center of the ring, he dances in such a way that Rosalie, dressed in a pure white dress - dressed after a feast - looks silver with her brother in military uniform. The two faces keep smiling happily ever after, and it seems as if the men and women around them are not in sight.

(Looks like the magic of detoxification worked for now. With that foothold, you won't be able to dance like this. Was this reception unusual?

I asked about this later, and apparently it's a joke about the groom, and most grooms are going to be crushed. For this reason, the bride and groom were told that they would not show up at the venue or that even if they did, they would often end up with one song. However, in the custom of the Empire, the bride and groom can only be allowed to dance up to two songs if they want to. They say the reason is to go straight to the bedroom and have a slow night just for the two of us.

I was dancing around in circles with my hands holding Sharon's hips.

To be honest, I didn't really like this guy called Dance. It's not that I can't dance because I'm physically capable, but because I'm really embarrassed to be here first.

Looking at Sharon's happy smile in front of him only today, this seems fine, so even if I say I don't like it, that's about it.

At the end of the first song, the bride and groom are given a big round of applause. At the end of that applause, I'll be looking for the next person, but in my case, I don't need to look because Mel is here.

I get on one knee and ask Mel to dance, just like I did with Sharon.

She took my hand as she turned bright red. On the side, Dan and Sharon were in arms.

It's not supposed to be like dancing with your siblings. Yes, but Mel and Sharon didn't like to dance with another opponent, and they hit their hands with Dan.

The two are just finishing up their second song and have decided to go back to their room. Listening to the stories around here, I feel sorry for Dan, but he will remain after this and dance with the beautiful ladies. Though I seem satisfied enough that I could dance with Mel the most.

The second song was a song that felt slower than the first and more intimate between men and women. Not around or cheeky, but dancing like a hug.

I hold Mel the same way, but I'm in trouble with my eyes. The dress she is wearing is of a bold design with her shoulders out and her chest wide open, and when she looks at her opponent's face with her body tight, she will look down into the valley of her chest. Because of this, at some point he seems to feel colour in his growing daughter, and he feels indescribable. Even in my previous life, I had no children and no daughters, but I felt that I had somehow figured out the complicated feelings of a father with a daughter.

The second song is over safely.

When the song is over, the dance circle slowly unravels. My brother said, "Now, everyone, have full fun! I said," I put my arms around Rosalie and left the venue behind.

A huge round of applause boils around again.

Just because there are a lot of senior aristocrats doesn't hang a nasty voice. If this is the adventurers, say, "Enjoy yourself!" and so on. "

I'm going back to my room with Mel and Sharon on the occasion of my brothers falling back. You can leave alone, but not necessarily entangled in the breath of a drunken nobleman. Of course, you can overwhelm me with combat power, but you don't need to rub it in vain, so you better let me follow you. Sometimes it's the next Beatrice escort.

Mel on the right hand and Sharon on the left hand. Exactly in both hands. After the venue in a gorgeous state. Exactly because I'm on it, no one was involved.

When I returned safely to the room, there was a figure of Beatrice dressed in a dress for the night club.