Time goes back to the early morning.
In the history of his life, Shirley, who had to change into a third overexposed outfit, was assaulting a hall where Canaries were sleeping with Leia.
"Death, sir."
"I went to meet him to kill him!?
Cutting down the numerous traps imposed as security, he waves a song knife down to the canary, where he slept smoothly in a large bed with a canopy, but woke up at all costs just before. The canary instantly takes off the crisis with spatial magic.
Shirley twitches and leans against the canary, holding the sword created by fantasy alchemy in her spare hands, making her eyes glow strongly with a painful tongue punch. The outfit is the light design, but there was a ghost curling up his long gray hair with swirling fighting and magic.
"Yes, what, from the morning! The concubine is still not sleeping time!? I mean, wouldn't you have died if you hadn't evaded it magnificently?
"I don't care about that. Please die anyway."
"Wait, wait, wait. Ah!!
Ayaya has a feeling of death. Feeling it, Leia hugs and pulls on Shirley's hips.
"Just listen to me!?
"Please let go, Mr. Leia. Today, today, we must destroy that evil witch......!
"Fu haha!! It's no use, it's no use! I'm not a concubine that gets knocked down by some bloody idiot on my head!!
"Don't even stir up the Alliance Master! Ah, no more, calm down, you two idiots. No!!
A canary that stirs up a full-blown Shirley with all its might while still dressed in her bedroom. Leia's anger echoed so many times in such a chaotic space that after a while she finally succeeded in bringing it into discussion.
I just want to sit down and calm down and talk to you, but there's only one table and one chair in this room. Shirley, who had no choice but to make a fuss in the morning, and also the reflection of her culprit, Canary, were seated on the floor, and under this circumstance where Leia sits between them as an arbitrator, it was Shirley who opened her mouth first.
"So, what do you mean? You must be the one who took my clothes... what are you up to on this important day"
"People don't like to plan it. The concubine was just trying to boost the athletic party, wasn't she?
"What the hell kind of mouth says that......!
Unable to get the guidelines for what he is saying, Shirley raises one knee with her sword aside, but suddenly Canary points out flatly among the murderous discussion seats.
"If you go wild with that outfit, you'll see your pants, right?
"!?
Shirley stares at the canary in tears as she turns her face bright red and again seats herself holding down her curly skirt with both hands. The vicious "Golden Witch" looked at the scene with a nigga.
"In that appearance, you can also make a big move decently. Isn't this seat completely dominated by a concubine?
"Gu... uuuuu...!
Got hit. Totally fucked. When so enlightened, Canary begins to get even better.
"Oh, yeah? What did you do? Did you have to wipe out the concubine?"
"Ugh......! So, that's why I don't like short skirts......! Shh, this soon...... and I can't believe I'm dressed to see underwear......!
For one thing, maybe you should have assaulted him while he was in his sleeping clothes. But if we did that, we wouldn't know what kind of thing the Canary would blow into Sophie or Tio, who would poke at their slightest weakness, so Leia said we had to wrap ourselves in exposed clothes that were clothes to be worn outside.
"But Guildmaster, what's really going on? Something seems very different from what Atashi was hearing."
"Mm-hmm. Let's start with what's going on."
With that said, Canary makes a serious rotten face by correcting her residence.
"Shirley, you know what a war dance is, don't you?
"What's that?
"It's about traditional dance, which is passed down all over the continent."
Once upon a time, the custom of gathering young daughters to perform dances to honor and comfort warriors going to war flourished throughout the continent. That is the dance of war.
The customs have become obsolete with the times, but war dances still remain in the form of traditional dances, often performed at festivals organized by the country or the lord.
"The costume is a war-dancing costume handed down to the concubine's husband's hometown. Cheer Girl... wears those clothes and calls her daughters who perform the dance. The festival to be presented is also very similar to the sports event… or it is not that the concubine heard it from her husband and reproduced it."
"Did something like an athletic event happen that long ago? And Cheer Girl...... did you say? I've never heard of such a dance group."
When Shirley was being educated by the Queen, she was also tapping into her head regarding traditions, customs, and history in other countries and regions. Knowledge that hasn't rusted in any way after 10 years didn't have the tradition or history that Canary was talking about, but Canary says it with a face that doesn't eat anything.
"You bet. There's no way the Lord knows."
Understand this amount of knowledge to some extent and make a determination. That was a little curious to say, but Shirley decided not to. Anyway, Canary's husband lived about a thousand years ago... and I don't know a few things that have disappeared into the darkness of history. There will often be no reason for Shirley, who only lives in modern times, to know.
"……… I'll tell you first, I absolutely don't like it"
"You haven't said anything yet."
"I have no idea what you're trying to say. Anyway, are you going to show off at today's athletic convention by involving a large group of young women from the city, starting with Mr. Leia, to revive your husband's hometown tradition? And trying to force me into it."
"Exactly. Don't you understand very well? I'm going to split red and white and form two pairs to support each pair. The adventurers are bastards who mostly prefer color... no one hates the dancing of their young daughters."
I had noticed recently that the young ladies of the city were gathered in the suburbs to do something, but apparently they were practicing battle dance. Sure, it might play a part in getting the festival going, but still it doesn't change Shirley's response.
"I absolutely don't like it, so give me my clothes back soon. In other words, the dance of war is the dance of a young woman in the first place, right? Don't you think it's strange in itself for me to go in there? Besides, isn't this costume for young women..."
"Is there anything funny? Your lord is young enough."
"I'm talking about the contents, not the appearance. I'm thirty years old, aren't I? This outfit makes me feel painful......!
"Hey...... I don't know about that"
Unlike Shirley, Leia is much better with other adventurers. That's why I know. That the unreliable men in the guild are those who, if they look good, will be glad to worship for what they worship.
Previously, when Shirley wrapped herself around the exposed service clothes, there were a few men who looked around to lick her whole body.
"Either way, your lord doesn't like it if you don't dance at war. I don't want my clothes back."
"You witch............!
Canary points to the clock so as to control Shirley, who became angry and tried to cut again.
"Is that better than that? If we don't make it to school now, they're gonna take a good place, right? We have to install as many as ten projectors, right? Hmm? Hmm?
"………… gu"
Unfortunately for Shirley, even time was on the Canary's side. In the end, her daughter's sunshine took precedence over her own shame, and Shirley decided to rush to private school.
"Something's gone... laugh"
And now Shirley was feathering a dry grin on her dead face after giving up all sorts of things.
"pitiful………"
"Er... please cheer up."
"Hey, could Mr. Shirley be someone who's struggling a lot......?
"Ugh, um... I don't always do that, but when the chairman of the board is dealing with him, thank you..."
Mira, Chelsea, and Reesha, who have rendezvoused along the way. And even Sophie and Tio turned their pity caged gaze on her, and Shirley was about to cry for what she really wanted.
"Ha-ha-ha... no, that's enough. I gave up a lot. In the meantime, as Canary is bound to end when the athletic event is over...... it's an athletic event because of it. Let's call it commemorative photography."
"Huh!? Is that okay!?
"Mmm. Nice to meet you, Mother. Gather round."
Sophie and Tio stand side by side with Shirley, whose shutters are about to rub off, with a frightened look on her ass.
"That guy, you're still swinging. I mean, they told you to dance at war for the first time today, didn't they? Can you dance?
"No, that's okay, amazingly. I don't know about the white team, but the red team decided to dance a few times in the morning because of the last meeting, and I just saw it once, Mr. Shirley, and I mastered it perfectly."
Seriously, Cood glanced at me. There are many times when my daughter's preferential attitude is too conspicuous to look like that, but basically the serious Shirley would seriously participate even in the battle dance she suddenly had to participate in, but she was wondering how to cover the lack of practice.
If you're going to say that much for now, Cood takes his gaze off the Shirleys and looks at Kyle squatting while holding his nose with one hand.
"Hey, you okay? Do you want some paper?
"It's okay. Because I held my nose at the critical place and healed it with healing magic."
Kyle calmed her excited feelings with a sigh of relief when she almost exposed her sister to an unusual ugliness after watching the two hills shake violently under a thin cloth.
"Well, you can't even do that, can you? These clothes are tight and cute even though they are eclectic. When I see you in these clothes, most guys are ticklish. Aren't you thrilled to see your current balls, too? Make."
"You... the nutrition that was supposed to go to your head and height was sucked by some."
"You just want to say big tits to your little habits? You can't quite do sexual harassment and cursing at the same time. I will slaughter you!!
"Well, well, both of you, calm down...... Hmm!?
"Duh, what's up!? Is something wrong!?
Kyle shivers his fingertips towards the white group of guests as his eyes fall apart. In that compartment where the parents of the white students and the adventurers who gave them to the white group sat, the canary, which should have been under the operating tent as the president of the board, lay on a luxury sofa, dressed in matching athletic clothes with the female students and floating all over her face.