Fiancee Be Chosen By The Ring

"Are you all right?

"I'm so sorry about my mother and sister..."

"Never mind"

With a sinking flair very unlike the encounter between fiancées, the two had their hips tucked down at both ends of the bench. Beyond the plump, swollen, thin curtains, outside the window is a refreshing summer evening, the coolest time of the summer day with cool winds that soothe the sun. The sun slipping through the window glowed pale golden, dyeing the room amber.

But I can't stand the look on both of you. Rather than being neat, it is an atmosphere that it is also a hundred million robberies to rise. Aurora, like her handiwork, was moving thin silver needles and black threads, but the more she didn't look like her, the slower she went.

"Being a well-known lady is a big deal."

"... No, I think my mother and sister are out of standard"

The voice color returned lacking in definition, and Aurora blurred and glanced at the other end of the bench. Disturbed silver hair and half-eyed blue eyes are flooded with a carefree fragrance. - But this one, even after the simulation, was more of a shan.

Hmm. Aurora breathed, then shook her neck left and right. I'm sure he does, but he's not as fatigued as he is. Just remarkable mental fatigue.

Earlier this morning, at the Clavis Mansion, Aurora and Felix were measured. The whole body, that's all from the size of all the fingers to the position of the ears, they took all the real size data, and they kept putting every cloth on the hair and the color of the face, that's all they got. For Aurora, who has a short social history, and Felix, who is not good at socializing, there has been no hardship like this.

On top of that, Luna Mare and Lady Clavis, who had boarded the mansion, had a hustle and bustle about letting the designers produce hundreds of design paintings. The demands of Mrs. Clavis, who has a proven track record of creating an epidemic of women in the social world, and the wife of Lord Laetus, who is currently creating an epidemic of young women in a progressive fashion, left Aurora and Felix beautifully motivated by both the designers and the tentacles.

On top of that, they were to get together again tomorrow because they couldn't get together today, so they shut up, used the practice of dancing as an excuse and pulled one of Aurora's samurai into a small hall with a piano.

Before the two of them being exhausted, the maids of the Clavis family gracefully walked away with their aromatic teas and small cakes, but they also have no earliest energy to reach out.

"Me, I only felt like standing up when you showed me an embroidered sample..."

"I didn't feel like standing up for one thing..."

"Good luck"

"Though it will be harder for you than for a man's costume"

"Yeah, well, even when I was a debutant, I've never been more excited...... well put, it's fresh"

Felix nods cuckoldly as he hammers Aurora, who talks to her blush.

Aurora's mother was a former knight who belonged to the Knights of Porta. Far from the concepts of beauty and adorability, he said that he was a man of mesmerizing Rin, and that he was amazing in knightly clothing while in his duties as a knight. That's why she's oblivious to your lady's outfit.

Meanwhile, my father, the Earl of Porta, was a man who, when he was young, flung his name as a little playboy, and by that time was also good at complimenting women on their costumes, but is now completely laid on his wife's ass. You can't possibly learn more about the latest fashionable women's costumes. On the contrary, no matter what my daughter wears, she says, 'All of this is worth it! Cute! That's Laura! My angel!' It is honestly useless because I only say so.

In the end Aurora said she was a debutant, but she was quite a well-known tailor in the King's Capital, who somehow made her make the fashionable dress of the year, only slightly embroidered herself. It can't be noticeable in a dress like that, and even though I just left, I can assure you that I was individualistic enough to be stunned. In fact, even to Aurora herself, the design of that day's dress is hardly memorable.

"Thanks to such a debutante, I knew perfectly well that fashion dresses, if they weren't ingenious or their appearance was jumping through, would be as flat as everyone else's."

"... something like that"

"Yeah, that's it"

Even with the Knights' attire, he doesn't know better than the others to pull it out and stand out. Aurora sighed and shook her head as she sifted. Spread and stretch the embroidery of the little bird you were stabbing at the comfort and watermark it into the sunset.

Instead of skilful embroidery of her, Felix shut her mouth, looking at the thin, white fingers that supported it at all costs. - The whole thing, I wonder if such a thing could really be possible because she's inconspicuous.

Anyway, for Felix, Aurora is quite familiar at the earliest. Because of her knowledge of the person, her appearance also becomes belonging to the 'preferred'.

More importantly, Aurora is precious to Felix, a 'woman not tired of being next door'. There is a verse that she sees as something like that, not blaming him, not making him uncomfortable or boring, because he can't find the topic, but because of his silence. What a cozy thing to do next to it compared to his sister, his mother, who wields Felix in that aggressive temperament while having a beauty that can be likened to the Moon Goddess and so on in the social world, and the ladies who keep talking in obsession anyway!

So now I had the odd confidence that even if it were a night club where everyone dressed up like someone else apart from the decorative plain, I would be able to find her on a floor overflowing with people. Two years ago - the 16-year-old, white dress Aurora, who welcomed the debutant, would have been very adorable. I very much don't think I can find it.

But Felix, unfortunately, was not a man who could say words that complimented women, while having the trait of spinning straight words. He reaches for a tea bowl on the table to deceive the fallen silence. A beautiful ceramic called pale blue tang grass on white is his mother's hobby. The smell of tea filled there is a strong habit and is said to be imported from the eastern countries. I mean, it belongs to the finest that neither of us can see, but it's not him who clings to it. I poured a little warm, bright, watery tea all the way down my throat with the nagging that tea lovers were likely to scream.

"... is that a little bird?

"Yeah, it's called silocrotugumi, Porta - or it's a little bird not uncommon in the Devil's Forest on the border. It's small enough to ride on one of my hands, but summer will be a brilliant black-and-white feather. It's a classic drawing among Porta's daughters."

Aurora didn't even look at his tricks and dropped her gaze at herself again. I take the needle from the sewing box by the couch and when I cleverly change the thread, I don't hesitate to stab the additional thread. The gaze poured on the fabric and the literature that floated there was terribly serious, but at the same time very entertaining, and Felix looked at its side with a blur.

Eyelashes of the same colour as egg-coloured hair, blinking behind them, tending to have bright green eyes. They are glittering and dazzling. Looking at that look, his sister found that embroidery, a task she didn't really like by complaining that her eyes would tickle and her fingers would hurt, was heartfelt fun for her. The choice of color, the stabbing of one needle and even the inheritance of missing yarn, all amused her, he said.

"... you really like embroidery"

"Yes!"

An immediate answer returned to the words that were supposed to have been puffy and crunchy, and Felix blinked and blinked.

"It may seem like a woman's hobby, but it's like life to me. My name is Mr. Kravis, and I'm sorry to bother you, but it's your job. But that's how much I think."

It's noble privilege to indulge in the hobby and be forgiven, Aurora won't stop laughing, though.

"Does Lady Clavis have any hobbies?

"A hobby..."

While wondering if this topic should have been kept about the day after the encounter a month or so ago, Aurora asked without looking. Felix leans his neck without taking his eyes off Aurora's hand. Silence falls again, in a quiet room, only the sound of a little bird sounds. Soon, the sky beyond the window is starting to stain with purple.

"... Occupancy, I guess"

... and by the time Felix mentioned the unexpected, the room was dimmer and dimmer.