Dream Life

Tria Calendar, July 20, 2017, around 8 p.m.

Back in the Lockhart family room, Beatrice, dressed in a dress for the night club, was waiting. She was concerned about the bold deep red dress - a dress that revealed lines of body like a sleeveless mermaid style with a wide open chest - the usual grandeur lurked the shadows and wandered her gaze without a location.

"Can I go dressed like this? I'm so embarrassed..."

Raise your voice bright as Mel and Sharon circle around Beatrice before I say anything.

"You look great! You feel like an adult woman. My back is so open too..."

Sharon was uncommonly impressed when Mel said so.

"It's really nice! Look, I want to wear these grown-ups soon too... please say something to Master Zach soon"

At that time, I was in love with Beatrice and seemed somewhat relieved.

I originally suggested the design of this dress, but they didn't show it to me when I made it in the city of Doctus. Because Liddy had a mischievous mind and aimed for a surprise at Welburn, but it turned out beautifully as Liddy thought.

I had no words, I was staring at him.

Meanwhile, Mel and Sharon are slowly turning Beatrice around trying to show me.

Would you say nightdress as well? The design opens wide to the waist area with a dress tied like a ribbon behind the neck, making you see most of your back. The feet are also open so that the tibia can be seen, and they are wearing high heeled braided sandals, resulting in a beautiful line of colour.

He claims that the tiger ear peeking from the short hair and the tail coming out of the vicinity of the waist are tiger beasts, but there is no cosplay at all, and the deep chest valley and rinsed face give the adult woman no extra charm. And the left hand pharmacopoeia is fitted with a ring with topaz.

"It's really beautiful. I was surprised and speechless..."

I always thought that when Beatrice wore it, the gap with her usually was too big to speak of.

Not only do I have a strong impression of wearing boneless leather armor and waving my spear roughly, but my usual way of talking and thinking affects me like a man.

When she's embarrassed and bored, she feels like a craving for asylum. And he said, "Is that true?" So much so that they don't think I want to hug you.

The two of us walk side by side in the hallway.

But since Beatrice, originally nearly 2m taller, was wearing heel sandals of about 10cm, she was nearly 20cm taller than me, and she was definitely concerned about that.

"Don't worry, take such a big woman. Lydiane would have been better off alone."

"Don't be silly. Of course, it's up to me because I want to be with you."

I didn't seem convinced yet, but the venue wasn't that far away and I didn't say anything more because I arrived right away.

It seemed like the song was just finishing up in the big hall, and I was about to head to the table where the young men and women who were dancing were prepared.

We're headed to the table where Dan waits too, but as we enter the venue, our gaze from around us concentrates. The voices of the invitees who talk secretly spread to the venue.

Beatrice whispered to me about her loss of confidence in the gaze she gathers on herself and its blurring.

I knew it wasn't out of place.

"Guys, I'm just in love with you. Take a good look. It's just the envy of the women and the jealous gaze of the men against me. You just have to be confident and dignified."

When I say that confidently and carelessly, Beatrice glances around.

You made up your mind when I tried to pull it off and walk out, and when I walked out with force in my tangled arms, the hedge in front of us cracked like Moses cracking the ocean, and I can make my way.

Beatrice's dress was very different from what the guests wrapped up in, and that alone attracted attention, but her height and abundance of bust were all the more ringing to it.

The dresses the women wear are basically shapes with a wide skirt, so called close to the A-line, a dress with a classic feel that coordinates the thinness of the hips and the richness of the bust by means of a corset. But it's very different, and depending on what you look at, a dress that's confusing with a whore would have no choice but to be seen with strange eyes.

However, I believe that there is no fine dust in the charming atmosphere of a whore to walk in dignity, even making her feel as dignified as a queen, and that made her a factor in making way.

There was a happening that said we were here, and I was panicking around to start looking for someone for the next song.

Dan, who was waiting for one, circles his eyes at Beatrice's appearance, but smiles quickly.

"You look great, Mr. Beatrice"

I blush at Dan's words and say, "Don't make fun of me," but it doesn't look like it's full.

I was wondering if Dan was alone.

"Did you dance with someone?

Dan blushed slightly, blushing,

"Yeah, I had quite a few applications... I'm supposed to be the least of them, but why?

There was an application, but they said they weren't dancing with anyone because they were waiting for us.

"Don't hesitate to find someone. It's gonna start soon."

Slap a disciplined Dan in the ass and make him go find the other woman.

Sometimes it was his own charm that hung a lot of voices on Dan, but it would also have something to do with wearing the Lockhart family crest.

Of course, today's invitees know he's not the one with the name of Lockhart, but he's wearing the Lockhart family crest of momentum to drop flying birds. It's not strange if you're a squire, or if you're a man, you look more promising stock than a normal chivalrous son.

The fact that the home, the Rockhart family, has become related to the Raswell Border Uncle, one of the empire's greatest nobles, and its monopoly on distilled liquor technology, which is noted by the world, tells us that it is easy to obtain the Viscount if the Lord, or Father Masaias, wishes. If the master is also a Viscount, the ancient Ginseng's squire is very likely to be described to the Knight.

In other words, Dan is more likely to inherit a knight's house in the future, and he looks more promising in marriage than the second son of a normal (...) knight's house, for example. In short, for a woman like you who's looking for someone to marry here, it's an outfit “Aotea Buy Property”.

I don't think the housemaid with the title will move her forefingers exactly, but if she understands the true value of the Lockhart family correctly, and if she is the Lord who understands my superficial value, it's not strange to make the decision to have her own daughter dowry to a servant who is a civilian.

From the side, Dan is my lead squire and if I'm independent, I'll be a key figure in the Lockhart family branch. He is the owner (owner) of the Zach Collection, a mysterious, long-running liquor that each country brings to its existence, and he appears to be the head minister of a person presented with a title by many countries.

With that in mind, Dan was paired with one woman.

When I was a year old, I was a relatively long woman who was as much a teenager as we were, only slightly shorter than Dan, about a hundred and eighty-five cm tall, shadowed about her face and didn't know it well. All I could see from this one was a dark blue dress and golden luxurious hair.

I gave Beatrice my right hand, smiling at it.

"Can you dance with me for a song?

Beatrice smiles like a solder and replies small, "Welcome..."

Head with her into the Great Hall. Beatrice's pair over 2m with me, about a hundred and ninety cm tall, are about one minute taller in the head than the other couple.

From a loosely tuned BGM to a light song like Waltz. The couples bow in unison and begin to dance.

We bowed our heads the same way, pulling her body together and starting to dance.

Beatrice, but the fact that he was just a leading magician quickly made me remember steps and such, but in the beginning it was more like martial arts than dancing, and there was no mood or anything. Now I also have instruction from the Liddies, which is pretty much like dancing.

By the end of the first song, no one cared about us, and Beatrice's nervousness had been broken.

"That's surprisingly fun. I never thought I'd do this before I met you."

After the dance, head to your empty seat and wait for Dan.

Dan smiled back at us after saying hello to them.

Beatrice said, "Who are you dealing with right now?," he asked in a teasing tone.

"It's Lady Eleanor Masefield. Master Zach knows about it."

If you say so and take a good look, she was one of the samurai who coached her salary.

"He's pretty... he was my age. He seems to be learning only a little bit of swordsmanship, so he wants me to see his spare time and teach him..."

"Don't do it, I can't believe you made the next promise. Dan can't even put it in the corner."

Yes, my face was bright red when I made fun of it.

The next song started and Dan rushed to try to find another woman, but Eleanor was waiting for him right around the corner and it seemed he was going to dance another song.

Looking around the venue, many of the samurai who were serving seemed to be at the ball. I guess these opportunities are important to them. I guess I still have work to do if I should, but I change from a samurai outfit to a gorgeous dress and dance happily with young men looking for someone in the same way.

They're here to find someone to marry, so I guess we can't miss an opportunity like this.

When the next song is also successfully finished, sit in the chair that Beatrice had prepared.

"Bring Lydiane. I'll wait here."

I've even got a glass of wine in my hand at some point, and I guess I'm going to drink it while I relax and watch the dance. I was relieved that I was finally driving normally, and I left the place.

When I got back to my room, Liddy was waiting.

Dressed in a simple but beautiful pure white dress, golden hair is decorated with silver hair and a white gloved left hand pharmacopoeia is fitted with an emerald ring.

He has a smile that seems luscious, not an innocent grin as usual.

I fell in love with Beatrice, just like I did with her.

"Can't you say anything?

After about ten seconds of silence, Liddy squeaks so.

I rush for words, but just say "yes, no" and the words don't come out.

You seemed strange when I panicked, and I erupted small.

"You really are... okay. Let's go."

That's how I take my arm.

Me in black dress and Liddy in white dress. I thought it was like a couple walking on Virgin Road.

(Sounds like an unveiling for a newlywed couple... well, this is about as good as it sounds because Liddy, who is anthropophobic, is about to go to a dance overflowing with people... and it's time to seriously think about marriage. If I say that, I'll be going ahead too......)

I was thinking about that in a corner of my head.

When I got to the venue, it seemed like I was just dancing and watching the view from the entrance.

Liddy grumbles "Sounds like fun".

"I never thought I'd come here before. But with you..."

I didn't say anything, put a little effort into my tangled arms and drew her in.

In about a minute, the song ends, and the circle of the couples opens.

I nodded small at Liddy and pulled her arm, "Shall we go?"

Slow footsteps into the venue, but not as much attention as Beatrice did. However, amidst the many colored dresses, the figure of a beautiful woman wearing a pure white dress gradually attracted attention along with a whisper called Zawazawa.

This time, I didn't bring Beatrice and Liddy from the beginning for a reason.

They are both very eye-catching, as you can see from the reaction of the venue. We thought that if we were in the venue from the beginning, we might be less impressed with Rosalee, our brother and sister, who are the stars of the evening.

Rosalie herself, as her reputation suggests as one of the best beauties in the northern part of the empire, is a very beautiful girl. But when there are two big, very prominent looking Beatrice, Liddy, who also shows her adult lusciousness, her attention really drops. Not that far if this is Mel or Sharon. They're both definitely beautiful girls, because I don't think Rosalee, raised as a senior aristocratic maid, is more sophisticated in her standing behavior and will ever give up her seat as the star.

If you're thinking about your brother and his wife, you might want to keep Beatrice and Liddy from attending the ball. But I didn't want to do it.

If the two only had a feast, they would only be seen as female adventurers dressed as men. Knowing the character of the two of you, I didn't want to admit that I could only be seen as so. I don't deny that I had a cheap desire to show off two beautiful women, but I still showed off that they were attractive as women, and no, I wanted to brag.