"Tea Party…?"
"Yeah, I got an invitation from the wife of the Floss family. They're coming to the villa around here. But even if I go,"
Light golden watery dazzling black tea filled with white porcelain with rich aromas, during the afternoon. The Countess Die of Porta shrugged her shoulders as she jerked off the cookies that accompanied her on the side. The place is a terrace stretched out in the front yard of the Porta family villa. Her daughter was sitting next to her right, and she was stabbing some summer flowers in the linen.
"I'm having a hard time saying no..."
The House of Floth is the main house of the Porta family and, bearing the status of magical uncle, is also a famous family of fingerprints in the Wellbum Kingdom. It was said that the Count family but its status was comparable to that of the Marquis and even the Duke family for a mage, and it was difficult to take it to the Porta family, which is a branch, to say no.
"Look, I'm a knight, aren't I? I still don't know one thing about your ladies, and for some reason I raise my yellow voice and buy your wife's grudges. I don't know more about this year's social conversation than I do."
"When my mother came dressed as a knight, it was a great cheer."
"Yeah, why not?
Leaning her neck, she grows up to be a quasi nobleman's family, but when it comes to doing the daughter-in-law of the Count family for a long time, its standing and dance is as knightly as ever. The knight's costume became a beautiful atmosphere for men, and the ladies admired it.
"Besides, look, I don't even look good in dresses, do I? Do I have to take care of the young lady? Young lady, if you leave her alone, she'll persevere?
"Ha... ok, I'll be interrupting."
"Yay! That's our angel, we can talk!
As soon as she did, Aurora laughed at her mother, who sparkled her eyes. Then my mother narrowed her eyes and pounded Aurora's head.
"Good, you're finally smiling"
"Huh?"
"The young lady and Knox said it, because I've been sinking a bit the last few days, Laura. Count Floss is a friend of Knox's, and Laura would be familiar with it, wouldn't she? Floth's young lady is fairly close to Laura, and I'm sure she'll feel better."
"Oh, thank you for the floss, I replaced you last year"
"That's right. You went to last year's wedding, to celebrate last year's epic. Isn't it flimsy that I haven't seen you before?
That being said, there is no option not to participate. I didn't think the whole family was so worried, Aurora drowned.
"... So, tea meet me, when?
"Tomorrow"
"Huh."
"Tomorrow."
"... visiting is still deep in your luggage! That sort of thing, say it quickly!!
The feeling of being sorry for worrying, etc., blows away in an instant. Aurora screamed small and ran out when she called the samurai.
(Uh, nice. The light mint green frill probably pictures the leaves of a tree. Sparkle embroidery of water droplets with glass beads there...... pure wow. Your daughter's over there is thin pink...... embroidery is a full rose, and maybe the image of the dress itself is a rose. By the way, it feels good to have butterfly embroidery in a different color yarn. Where did you ask for it? Oh, the fans are embroidered over there.... How cool is it to be a fish swimming in a transparent material! But I've never seen that form of fish. Is it some exotic motif? Oh, but wait, I might have seen a large plate of that form of fish painting in the Clavis family reception room before... so maybe it's from the East? Ah, I want to see it nearby! But surely that one is from the Count's house, I first met him today and I can't get that close to him... Huh!
A sunny, sunny summer afternoon.
In the garden of the villa of the Earl of Floth's house, Aurora was breathing snuggly, dressed in layers of light fabric with light lavender colors of shadow stripes. The dress, which was in his father's souvenir, seems to be in fashionable form in the summer shelter. The ladies of dresses with frills and laces equally overlapping on many layers, with parasols open like flowers, speak with dizziness and pleasure on a dark green lawn.
The invitation said a tea party, but it was a good size to say a garden party. There are probably dozens of guests, and hospitality with plenty of magic like a magical uncle is available here and there in the large garden. It is a difficult luxury in the royal palace, such as a cool parasol as if autumn had only arrived there, a table filled with Keane and cold sweet fruits and undissolved ice confectionery, tea with iced fruit water and fruit and a rose ornament that may never last.
Aurora, who had been invited as a relative of Uncle Floth and had been treated in person, became tired early on when she delivered a street greeting, and was to dedicate herself to watching the summer outfits of the courtiers and princes going out, drawing under a parasol with a view and sometimes pinching sweets.
(Um, maybe it's because they're magic birds, but the people they're calling have a different vibe. There must be a lot of witches and sorcerers out there. The embroidery of the dress has a lot of magical writing, and I wonder if it's magical to embroider your robe in the floss. Oh well, embroidering the magic formations, you know... Speaking of which, the drawings you kept from His Royal Highness Prince Wang were like magic formations. He said it was old, so maybe it wasn't established as a magic formation yet. … may I stab you and make sense? I wonder if a powerful witch would rather focus on needles and threads and stab them with the results His Royal Highness Prince Wang wants...)
Blurry, remembering the job he was given, Aurora exhaled. At the same time I remember silver hair and blue eyes in the shadow, my chest giggles for some reason.
(… I wonder what the hell is wrong with me. I can't believe I think of something else when I'm thinking about embroidery)
I shake my head if it doesn't seem like it.
Whenever I was looking at beautiful embroidery, there was no gap for anything else to go in. What kind of drawing, what kind of fabric, what kind of yarn, what kind of technology? He was crushing and observing it, pouring all his consciousness into it, writing it on his mind's face. Even so, the past few days have reminded me of his face in folds, whether he's stabbing embroidery or looking at the beautiful embroidery of a souvenir.
(I've never seen so many faces in the last three months, so it feels kind of weird)
With a faint, but low and calm voice of discouragement as pale? With blue eyes with fever, eloquent in appearance as faceless? Called "The Ice Prince," I'm sure he's really a perfectly burning blue flame.
When you two are together, you get a little sweet and twitchy these days, but you don't even care about the silence that accidentally falls or the time without conversation, and the time flows comfortably.
(... Oh no. I've already thought about it again. I still have a month ahead of me to go back to Wang Capital, so I can't help thinking about it.... Oh, that hat ribbon, the embroidery of the star motif. I wonder if that's magical too. Speaking of which, say the chest of Master Felix's shirt contains embroidery of the family crest and guardian formation... oh already, I'm thinking again!
"Aurora."
Relax, me! A voice like a creek's spiral reached Aurora, who was bored as the samurai nearly disturbed her beautifully knotted hair. Looking back, a beautiful witch flushed her back without her moonlight hair tied was smiling at her terminally. It is the Countess of Floth, called "The Witch of the Xiaoyue Moon". She adored Aurora, the wife of her brother's friend, Uncle Floth, as her relative's sister.
I don't know, I turned to her tilting my head, and the Countess, for a moment, invited her with her thin red, beautiful nail-growing fingertips. When Aurora left the parasol as she was led, she noticed that the garden tip was getting a lot noisy. There's a mix of excitement in the blurring, and compared to earlier, it's quite a restless atmosphere. Apparently something happened.
"Hey, what do you want me to do, coarse phase?
"No, because we have a new customer. You better say hello."
"Who do I know?
"Yeah, sure. Look, come on in."
Garlic, the beautiful witch brought red dyed lips and pressed a ton of lured Aurora's back.
Out of balance, Aurora calms down and takes two or three steps, stuck together. Who the hell jumped into Aurora's eyes with her face up, like a sharp, shining long sword, silver hair and.
"Miss Aurora!
A silver voice, with a low, cold voice, clearly discerning that it was a delightful mixture, called Aurora's name.