Fiancee Be Chosen By The Ring

'You're sure... uh, military uniform for that haircut... it's definitely Viscount Vitte. You've been having problems with thin hair lately... I was wondering if you wanted to be deputy captain of some squad.'

'This color uniform is the Second Knights, isn't it? From the badge, it would be the Wang Du Guard. "

"Long time no see, Lord Clavis. Since last year's exercise?"

"Thanks for that verse."

"... Um, K... are you a fellow Felix?

"Lord Clavis, who are you?

"This is my fiancée, Miss Aurora El La-Porta"

"Oh, are you from the Porta family? So, are you interested in the Knights?

"Yes!... I wish I could hear from you about Felix at work"

"Oh, that's not enough power for me. I'm a Knights II, so I don't really work with you."

"Well... that's unfortunate"

"Dear Felix, I'm sure you're the Chancellor's brother. Be careful, you're from the First Queen's family! You know, when you were young, you were flushed with quite a few floating names... '

"Okay."

"Hey, I don't know if I'll ever see you at a nightclub."

"... shabby, Marquis Stahlberg"

"What about you? Rumored fiancée, huh?

"That's right. I'm Miss Aurora El La Porta."

"Welcome first, Aurora, Marquis Stahlberg"

"Hmm... I don't know if she looks good on you, but she's an adorable daughter. It's got quite a body."

"I'm a proud fiancé. I won't give it to you."

'You're, uh... that beard and your hair, maybe Count Zeiss. Treasury...... I think it was'

"You remember me well."

"Well, it's unusual to have a Clavis family. Besides, I didn't know you were partners other than yourself."

"Dear Loomis, I have received your kind invitation."

"Oh, no, the young lady does the same thing. Your father used to forgive you."

"I wouldn't tolerate a one-person invitation if it were my home. I thought we should think about equilibrium."

"... well, maybe it's hard to say."

(Maybe not at this pace...)

Aurora was already getting distracted when she said it had not been an hour since the night club began.

I desperately recall and whisper to Felix the contents of Marquise Clavis's "Participant List" as to who is coming this way. Upon receiving a greeting and Felix responding with a word, Aurora connects. Felix only welcomes the word a little.

I have managed to establish a conversation with Felix and the participants in this flow, but Aurora herself is not as sociable. The more you think about a word or two connecting words or try to remember your name, the more comfortable your soul becomes.

(Not yet, not if you're so tired because you're not tangled up in the women's club and you don't have any contact from Eur il Les Loomis. Somewhere, once separated and rested, I will not have it! Oh, I want a needle and thread! I know I can't bring in a needle on security! At least! Let me at least observe the embroidery of the dress......!

"... you okay?

"No......"

Felix creases between her eyebrows at Aurora, who still seems to scratch her head. Aurora shook her neck to the side, presuming that it was a worried face, although she looked grumpy at all.

"... I'm a little tired"

"Right, I'm getting tired too. I'm sorry I almost pushed you."

"Well, I was hoping I could help you at a time like this, so I'll do something about it."

(You're unexpectedly conscious...)

Aurora suppressed her forehead as she breathed deeply. I felt fatigue, a slight headache, a little shortness of breath. Fluffy feet shake and I can support my hips a lot. It must be an intimate gesture from the side, the perimeter shuddering, but Aurora leaked her breath into its stability.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"No."

"Oh, isn't that sweet?

Are you all right? Looking back at the voice that arrived, Aurora desperately admonished her softening expression.

A luxuriously eyed woman, dressed in a dripping colour, about thirty years past, took a neat looking man there and stood there. Her dress reveals a rich breast deep, a gorgeous outcropping among herds of people: the embroidery of large wheels of roses on crimson land. The embroidery of the hem, which flickers wide as you go one step further, glitters by the rainbow with the prism of the chandelier, scattering further light. It is so sumptuous that it seems too gorgeous, but the face of the person together is flashy, combined with the rich, bright black curly hair, which looks very good on him.

(Wow, beautiful! Awesome embroidery! Flashy but this looks great on you.... my eyes aren't laughing though. But it's great technology. Where does this embroidery come from?

"Miss Aurora?

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's been a long night club, I'm just a little tired. Thank you for your attention, Mrs. Kirsten."

Returning to me in Felix's voice, Aurora smiles gently and shows. Then I gently asked up the young man next door and whispered, 'It's all right,' leaning his neck and showing him, whining slightly.

'This one is the wife of the Marquis of Kirsten. Behind you, I think, is the Marquis. She's a new Royalist fashion leader... and she's a rival to Luna Mare.'

"Sister's..."

For a moment, Felix with a sinister face, a voice hangs from behind Mrs.

"Oh, isn't that a rare facial rash"

"... shabby, Lord Kirsten"

"Has it been since the royal castle night club? I thought you were calling the Clavis family again. Is this the flirtation of the young lady of Loomis?"

Felix and Aurora concurrently agreed with the words that have been repeatedly said since the start of the night club. My wife makes a small laugh in the shadow of a fan.

"Huff, rumor has it that Master Yul wants to see the fiancée of the Clavis family."

(Uh... that's the rumor... No, although it's true that it's not rumored)

Glimmering from the shade of the fan, a licking gaze is directed at Aurora. Aurora gave up her sigh in the back of her heart, so much so that she could instantly tell that she didn't even seem like a big daughter.

Speaking of which, Yur-Ile-Les-Loumis was a beauty that women loved. I'm sure that doesn't change whether you're married or not. It is not hard to imagine that among the women of the ancient royalty, so much attention is paid to Felix in a similar position, and among the new royal ladies and ladies, he will be the target of attention, for better or worse. If it is rumored that such is the daughter he said he wanted to see, etc., it was only natural that the women's eyes would be poured on Aurora. Besides, beauty does not vary from faction to faction. Few of the daughters of the new royalty will admire Felix either.

Those who admire the Eur, and those who think of Felix, are bewitched by both. The only thing that hasn't gotten me tangled up so far is that my daughters in a position to be called to the Loomis family are well raised and shouldn't speak for themselves, apart from the superiors.

"Your wife will see you for the first time. She's my fiancée, Miss Aurora El La Porta."

Felix tells her name so that she hides all the Aurora from her gaze.

"Nice to meet you, Aurora and Shima"

In response to the words, Aurora's verbal butt, which she tried to gracefully thank, was brilliantly dismissed by the voice of a delighted lady who just said 'I was waiting'.

"Yeah, yeah, watch it, ever since I came in, I've wanted to hear from you! What a dress! I'm surprised it's white!

(Oh, finally here comes your wife of this hand type! Besides, it's a very imaginary way to cut in......)

Her dialogue is an aristocratic technique aimed at not being taken as a word, saying that she confronts her opponent only in tone without using derogatory language. But the content is straightforward with no twist or anything, not one deviation from Aurora's pre-simulation that 'if you wear a dress like this, you'll be told this'.

"And I can't believe the yarn is black... it's novel. Wow, I can't think of anything else."

That's what you say, ho ho, and only your mouth laughs in the shadow of a fan.

Marriage and debutantes, then when it comes to state affairs, are set as white dresses, but it is Theory of fashion in recent years that white is taboo for "platforms" such as night clubs. And black is called the 'color of mourning', a color that women other than widows can only wear at a funeral or so. In today's trend, when it comes to nightclub dresses, which are supposedly gorgeous monochrome, Aurora's "Black Embroidery on White" is a different color in different colors. It was naturally within the assumption that these words could be hung, rather it was more unnatural for everyone to only talk to Hisohiso until Mrs. Kirsten spoke from admission. Perhaps there is an implicit understanding: 'Today's night club has Mrs. Kirsten speaking of fashion, so she can't speak until she speaks up'.

That's why I want to snap at the way I expected it to be, like in the picture, if it's a joke. This lady is keen to dress and seems to exhibit excellent aesthetic taste, but the thought is seemingly simple.

Aurora slipped by, and if she did, she opened her fan and hid her mouth and smiled.

"Mrs. Kirsten, those are your glasses. You're not Dada if you're told you're going to bisect the topic between Duchess Laetus and the fashion world. This dress, by Lady Laetus and Emma Prui, is the latest by Maison Balladeur."

"The latest?

"Yes!"

Since the aristocratic lady is basically in a high temper, there are probably people who are weak enough to tickle their self-esteem. The Marquise of Kirsten has also embarked on herself easily if she folds up with "Duchess Laetus," "Ms Emma Prui," "Maison Baradeur," "The Latest" and the words she will be interested in.

"As, well, really?

"Yes, Lady Laetus, for my brother's fiancée, please hang with me. Mrs Prui made it from scratch for this night. We only had two weeks!

Aurora knew very well that the friendliness of Ms Prui and Luna Mare, who have been tagging since day to day, is distinct among the nobles. Though she is woman enough to be recognised by the royal family for her arms, she is a civilian and not in a position to be intimate with the Duchess by nature.

But when she was still a rushing needle, she said that Marquis Clavis, a girl with a high sense sensibility, had been nurturing something close to friendship, like a friend of war, since she picked up a design painting that had fallen into the store of Maison Baradeur and was impressed by that sense and searched for its owner.

The Marquise of Kirsten will probably wear her dress again and again. Even if you asked her to design, there must be many times. But there is a relationship between the 'customer' and the 'tailor'. Screwing the request at a time of only two weeks to her, a civilian but even a seller designer who is said to 'pick a customer', would have been impossible without the mouthfeel of Luna Mare as close as a friend. Even the Marquis can't ask for a favor.

Therefore, the subject of Emma Prui was indispensable among the fashionable women who were instrumental in socializing.

Dust and narrow his eyes, Aurora twirls and lets him go around dancing in Felix's arms. As the black satin hem spread to paint a fluttering edge, the stitched black pearls and black butterfly shellfish twinkled fantastically to accentuate the drawing of a little bird playing in the rose garden. Ear garnishes and hair garnishes shizuku shake accordingly.

At the end of the day, if the rose on the chest sways fluffy, the slightly soft magic glows. Marquise Kirsten's eyes were lightly missed. Well, and somewhere, Aurora's little earlobes capture someone snapping and leaking a sigh of admiration.

"It's Ms Prui's novelty, isn't it? Lady Laetus said that the current fashion is to dye gradually so that the colours change and embroidery of the same colour is applied entirely there so that it glows when the light hits it. But in the last few months, everyone's gotten to put it together, too. So now, instead of dyeing, embroidery, I'm trying to make it look like it's gradually changing color."

"Well..."

Guillari, and watching Mrs. 's eyes shine, Aurora gargled inside.

The colour flavor does, it could be taboo right now. However, it was also true that the "latest epidemic", a trend from this spring, has spread considerably over the past few months, and there has already been a bit. In such a wave of dresses, Aurora's dress is novel and beautiful and stands out more than anyone else, as evidenced by the sight of the ladies on admission.

There's no way the Marquise of Kirsten, who prides herself on being the fashion tower of the faction, doesn't care. And if she admits to this dress, it was almost synonymous with the fact that this dress will be accepted at this evening's club and hence in this year's social world.

"They say this embroidery is the work of Maison Baradeur staff and a team of embroiderers from the Fabrica Chamber of Commerce (Maison de Fabrica). It's dense enough to go to the hem, scattered with yarn and near-colored shellfish and stone, but when I first saw it, I stopped breathing so much wonder."

"Yes... I know it seems a little bit avant-garde, but let's admit the embroidery is beautiful"

(Yay!

To the words, Aurora, on the contrary, exhaled all the time, as the surrounding ladies took a hack of breath.

The aesthetic eye of the Marquise of Kirsten is not a fig. Dresses in innovative shades were known to be supervised by Luna Mare, an ancient royalist fashion leader, who also received her ink. The attempt on this dress will be the next fashion in no time.

I thought I got my eyes on a horrible woman, but the first thing she talked about was very fortunate for Aurora. At least during the night club today, the woman wearing Aurora's dress should no longer show up.

"Sure, I had the impression that you were getting more similar dresses. It's common practice that spring fashions don't last a season."

"Lady Laetus also asked Ms Prui to make a colour embroidered dress in white. Next night at the club, my sister-in-law and sister-in-law, it would be nice to be able to match them."

"... yes, Lady Laetus"

I wonder how regrettable it was to have been in the shape of being struck first by Luna Mare, Gilli, and the sound of a toothpick was likely to be heard, her expression so severely distorted in the shadow of a fan, but her eyes were directed towards Giragira and Aurora's dress. I suppose you're thinking of remembering a little more information and tailoring a dress to exceed it at the next night's club.

"That said, isn't black still too much? It's this season, it could have been blue or green."

"Perhaps so.... It's an adventure that made it black."

And Aurora, with her fingertips, rocks a rose in her chest. The stitched-up shellfish rang sharply, and at the same time the magic spread as fluffy and calming as a rose scent. Felix, who was silently staring at the interaction between the two, narrows his eyes, but Aurora doesn't notice.

"I was thrilled that it might be too new, from white to black, but I thought, well, next to Master Felix, standing in a dress of normal color would make my shadow fade."

The truth leaked at the end of the day when you were slightly relieved by the successful handling of the strangulation on the dress. The lady blinks, then turns into something pitiful.

Standing next to a man who nails down the sight of the venue without having to talk, and saying she's a beauty without a shade, none of us are, even though it's a social expanse. The most praiseworthy lady is his sister, and the princesses, called beautiful princesses, will hesitate to stand alongside Felix. Many of the maidens I admire must get up and then butt in if they are to stand next to each other.

Aurora never looks bad. But even in a state of beauty, I couldn't even flatter myself as a beautiful woman. The curly hair of gold with a gentle cream color is not unusual, and the green eyes, which tend to hang for a little while, are just commonplace, or even the most common color for 'witches', they say. It is natural, but not particularly white, that the skin of the Countess is white, and in the northern part of the Kingdom of Wellbum, it is a common color. She has a cute face, but she hasn't jumped through it, she doesn't have a sneaky waist like the princess of the story, she doesn't have a poor voice.

The lady seemed to agree that if a seemingly daughter-in-law like Aurora lined him up with no special place, which could only be said to be possible or impossible, it would not be 'normal'.

"I have a sense that my colour is mediocre,"

"That's not true"

(Huh?!

Aurora's hips, who tried to continue her words with a bitter smile, are exposed much deeper. 'Ma!' said the Marquis of Kirsten, raising a delightful mixed voice like a young daughter.

Aurora's body, compressed to the stomach and blocked from breathing, opened her eyes to see what was going on, is forced to change her orientation. Then a silver beauty appeared directly in front of him, holding his breath for a moment.

"Dear Felix?! Um, a little bitter."

"You're never mediocre."

"Huh."

All of a sudden, Aurora flashed. Though it is apparent to 10,000 eyes, such as that Aurora is only a very normal daughter compared to Felix.

(What the fuck? The effect of coming here and not sleeping well? I knew it meant it wasn't primal!?

One glance at Aurora, not even trying to hide her strange look, narrowed her long blue-purple eyes. At the same time, well-shaped thin lips slip.

"You look more adorable to me than any warrant lady"