"... what?
The two, who stopped for pity and legs, looked around unexpectedly. Compared to before it came out, the hall is noisy. It's filled with purposeful, restless, exalted air. The air of the night club is feverish in the first place, but the whispering as if it were a festival is hissing between people.
"What is it..."
"Oh, Lord Clavis, where have you been?
"Cool down to the terrace. Is there something wrong?"
As soon as he stood guarded like a knight, the man who spoke shook his head like a panic to Felix, who became a sharp eyed.
"No, no, it's not that bad of a story, like an intruder or a brawl."
"Really?"
"Anything, I heard you were more impatient."
The gentleman's eyes sparkled with joy, but Felix's eyes, who for a moment returned expressionless, once again shed light on swordswallowing.
- A person of high stature is, in other words, royal. Apart from the Duke family, which is a treatment such as the division of the royal family, the appearance of the royal family at a noble night club, which is just a subordinate, is an extraordinary event to be taken under the auspices and spoken of for generations.
From the standpoint of the new Royalist Loomis family, there are three possible royalties to visit: the King, the First Queen and the First Princess. But if the King and the First Queen are to appear, no matter how impatient they may be, they need to plan and prepare in advance. There can't be any information coming in from Felix in the Kingsguard.
By the way, the closest thing to the word 'patience' is Prince Wang. He masquerades the colours of his hair and eyes by magic, a 'city word' he cultivated as a student, which also plainly confuses among the civilian population under the castle. A good magician, he can also use short-range metastases, so whenever Prince Wang calls him a courtesy and makes him disappear, his daughter-in-law and dedicated escort, Prince Wang's escorts, including his deputy captain of the Kingsguard, present the appearance of a snort cry.
But he is the son of the Second Queen. He is an ancient royalist person. I very much don't think I would look at the night club of the Loomis family, also known as the head of the New Royalty, revealing that they are 'royal'. He would disguise himself around some Viscount or Baron and be mixed up all the time. If so.
"... Her Royal Highness the First Princess, is it"
"That's the Kingsguard. We haven't asked for more information, either, but it looks like it. No, it's unusual for Her Royal Highness to be taken to a night club under her ministry. After you were injured, you should have avoided anything but the royal castle night club. Thank you for the opportunity."
Hahaha the man rocks his stomach and laughs, then, and walks away with a glass raised. Do you not even care that you are a different faction because you are drunk or do you think that Felix alone is not a threat? Maybe people are just good.
Anxiety crept up over Felix, who carved a deep crease between his eyebrows, and Aurora did not think, pulling his sleeve gently.
"Her Royal Highness the First Princess......, you are the princess who was the previous prince of the king, right? of the new royalist flag."
"Oh."
"What kind of person, is it?
"Have we met?
"If only a little during the ceremony and the castle night club"
A night club hosted by the Queen and the King, held in the Royal Castle at the beginning and end of the social season, respectively. It involves all royalty and all dukes, so we can see the faces of all the heirs to the throne. But a young man who freshly debuts like Aurora is enough to be seen in his face at best when he greets him.
The First Princess in Aurora's memory is royal, with beautiful purple eyes on a dark brunette
She is a woman of prestigious standing. Even though the white dress, the royal dress, and the platinum tiara were so beautiful, all of that young lion-like atmosphere is remembered.
"A very handsome woman, His Royal Highness Prince Wang said that she was more of a personality person for Prince Wang than herself"
He's a person of memory and he can't go wrong. Then Aurora tilts her neck.
"Is it a problem when Her Royal Highness the First Princess is here?
"No, that's not true"
"So why do you have such a face?
"Being a heterogeneous guest at this nightclub, we cannot let His Highness leave without greeting him."
Felix spills bosoms with his face like he chewed up bitter herbs. And Aurora looked up to heaven with her hand upon her forehead.
It's time for guests to say hello, starting with the hosting, after the greetings of the heavy towns of the New Royalty have been completed. It couldn't have been like a hosting or heavy town greeting ending in minutes, and it should have been a long way before Aurora and Felix could have greeted each other.
"... in the meantime, shall we rent a break room before we meet the royalty and re-dress our costumes"
"... right"
They looked at each other like dried fish and nodded softly.
(... that's crazy)
While walking down the hallway with a soft carpet, Aurora was inside, all alone. "I want to get dressed," he said, leaving the night club, breaking up with Felix and asking the Loomis maids to show me to the women's holding room, but the road is suspicious.
Some at night clubs, break rooms are available. Firstly, a lounge for the weary, an ambulance for the sick, or a separate lounge for men and women to fix a broken costume, or a dedicated holding room for hosts, something with a crappy number of ten if it's a large night club, such as a small hall for the samurai and samurai brought in to refrain.
However, the rest room will not be installed away from the hall. Even so, from earlier on, it seems that more and more samurai are going to the back of the outhouse. If you notice, the nightclub blurring has completely disappeared from the surroundings, and you just see the unreliable lights of the thin moon plugging through the window.
Aurora circled her imagination as to whether this was a common one in court stories, where a jealous woman summoned her to harass her.
She doesn't read so many novels as she works in embroidery while under the roof, but there were some romantic and Ogawa novels for women in the grandmother's room in the Territorial Hall that she thought her grandmother, who was a metropolitan when she was younger, brought when she married. Sometimes the content is a little old, but my mother, who was a female knight, didn't show much interest in such books, and most of the few novels Aurora has read are her grandmother's collection.
Those glorious covers with the smell of old ink were generally such a development that noble daughters would be bound after a great love affair or happy after a long separation. But some of them are hard to say that romance is the main story: 'The princess of a small country puts the royal family together as she struggles to marry a great nation' and 'The daughter of a fallen aristocrat struggles in the royal castle as a woman official', and most of the 'stand to the top after a hard time' stories she said so have scenes where she is harassed or sneered as a spice to boost the ordeal of her life.
That said, the protagonists of those stories are either beauties who can work or delicate princesses who want to protect them. They are jealous and snored at their beauty, their clean hearts, their talents, etc. The glorious darkness of the court, the pile that leaves, is struck.
(Yeah, but there could have been a story like that about a beautiful daughter whose face isn't beautiful, but whose heart is beautiful, being bullied by the ladies who don't often think of it by your boys...)
While walking behind the samurai as a chunk, Aurora stings and is delayed in her thoughts. Who the hell is the Lord of 'Calling'? I was totally alarmed because the Marquise of Kirsten came up with a head-on challenge, but I couldn't help but be blinded because she was called out by a superb property that even the faction contested one or two while taking the fiancée of Gaoling Flowers in the social world and even refused to take a dance invitation.
Aurora convinced herself to speak on the back of a samurai going forward.
"Um, are you sure you're on your way to the break room?
"Sorry, I can't answer you"
"My partner is waiting, so if you can't change your outfit, I'd like to go back."
"My Lord wishes to invite you to a separate room. Please stay with us for a while longer."
Maybe we should head back to the hall. Whenever you think that and you shake your back, two samurai are following you, not only in front of Aurora, but behind you. I'm just saying I won't miss it.
(The Loomis family's outfit, right, this. Oh, the embroidery on the hem is so elaborate, it's co-threaded and spreading grass, which is pretty oriental too... not so. Someone who can arrange three servants of the Loomis family, which means they're inside the Loomis family? Like your fiancée? I don't think they had any sisters)
I have no choice. Take it spoiled if you don't like it or if it's one or two of Ibili's. When Aurora was so hungry, in front of the door bent down the hallway, the samurai bowed her head respectfully.
"The Lord is waiting for you. Please come this way. - Young master, if you'll excuse me. We've brought you in."
(Young Master -!?)
There is only one young husband in the Loomis family, someone called.
Beyond the two open doors opened by the samurai without sound, a man rises from a slouchy sofa alone. Amber liquid on the table on the side. The small room was fluffy and filled with sweet alcohol.
Golden hair glows under a lamp that lacks light. Are the slightly red cheeks elevated or intoxicated? He was the man of sweet beauty with swordswallowing eyes, Eur il Les Loomis.