Hyaku Ma No Aruji

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Melea lost her word at first.

Firstly, from simple surprises.

I didn't think she was the [Queen of Enchantment] herself with unique hair like that rainbow stone (Opal).

I'd have heard a lot more about it if I'd known, and I'd have thought,

- No, she took care of the distance then. Then I'm sure...

I wouldn't have been able to step in.

I just met her, and in that state, I didn't ask her what thoughts she had on her chest.

- You look beautiful.

Words were up from Salman on the lid.

"- Oh."

The second reason why Merea lost her words was exactly what Salman said.

It was just beautiful.

Suffice it to doubt that it is the same person.

The crystal of beauty until it was so vulgar, stood there.

Dressed in luxurious costumes, that water-colored hair shines its trajectory only by dancing.

Instead of wasting every move, I can't help but ask for even that wasting move.

If its body moves more, it will show you something beautiful.

Have a vision for thin, long limb swings.

"Oh, that's demonic."

"Ha ha, if Salman says so."

Merea said to Salman with a laugh.

"I thought Salman was harder."

"Don't say it. Don't say it. That's a different dimension."

Even Salman, who thought she was a hard-line woman, seemed to fall in love with the queen on stage.

Also in the back seat,

"Beautiful -"

"You can fall in love with a woman, that's"

Eyes and Elma were each frank in their thoughts.

Around there, the "Queen of Enchantment" on stage finally opens her mouth.

The beauty that melted my ears shook the theater.

"Welcome to the Rave-Opera. I play today's opera, my name is Juliana-Ve-Rona."

After that word, the cheer just broke through the ceiling of the theater.

The theatre rocks.

It was like an earthquake.

"Thank you. - Well, please wait a while longer. In another minute or so, the opera begins."

The enchanting queen - Juliana-Ve-Rona - says with a slight grin as she dyes her cheeks shy of the audience's cheers.

Its clear modus operandi suited me again, albeit with its luscious beauty.

"This opera has given me a little taste. First of all, the title is -" The Demon King Doll of Lost Dreams. "

Immediately afterwards, a twist runs to the theater.

Voices were raised one after the other from the audience who were in the vicinity of Merea.

"It's a performance I've never heard of."

"Is that the work of a new playwright?

'Either way, it's not a bad idea to call it a first act. Whatever -'

Ahead of the audience's words, now Juliana continues.

"That's right. This title is the first to be played here, as you know the profound people in the city of art. I cannot but forbid myself, to be moved, to be played the first time to be remembered. And as you can all predict, the end of this play will still be 'No One Knows'."

The people of the city of art, which is deeply built on art, were naturally excited about some operatic theatre.

That also leads to the fact that we know the end, but the excellence of the opera is not only in the exhilaration of ignorance of the story.

Even in the same act, there are different tastes in each person who performs, in the place where they play.

That opera actor describes this place this way.

This is the kind of performance I make in that opera.

The opera writer over there put these colors on that famous act.

While some things are radical, such as daring to make the end the opposite, there are also so-called gods living in the various differences stacked in their details.

Anyway, art is deep.

They thus watch again and again in the same act.

But this time, there was the most understandable exaltation.

'I have no idea'.

In the end, simple and intense elements that are the easiest to taste thrills and exhilarations.

That was the unknown of the end.

"Is this' Demon King Doll of Lost Dreams' a comedy or a tragedy? I hope you all judge today with those eyes, with those ears, with those five senses."

That's how Juliana closed.

"Now, please wait a moment"

And she disappears to the sleeve of the stage again.

Theatre lights remain dark.

The audience waits until the beginning of the play, now or now.

The audience's voice also went down to a whisper, as if it was okay whenever the play started, and the ambiguous air drifted on the spot, which could not be described as quiet but not as hustle and bustle.

But in such a theatre, only one corner had a palpable and tense air.

"-" The Lost Dream Demon King Doll ""

Merea and the others couldn't help but feel the extraordinary glitch in their performances.

◆ ◆ ◆

"Juliana, I think I should."

"- Yes, if everyone will look at me, it will work out with this size"

"Then you're fine. No one in this theater doesn't see you. More importantly, this performance is an unknown one. I'm sure you'll be watching your movements, one by one. As much as they can be the best critics of the new art, they look at you with blood in their eyes for the honor"

……

Two voices were echoing on the back of the theater audience waiting for the beginning of the stage, now or now.

"What will you do, Caesar"

"Me? Me?"

Clowns and enchanted queens. The two of them exchanged words while standing behind the scenes.

The distance is about five steps. It's a little far from having a conversation. But the two didn't walk any closer to each other.

- I need to see it.

"What?"

"The end of your deeds and where you're going - and the end of some friends."

"Friends?"

"Well, rarely, I've had friends lately."

Caesar said, plagiarizing and spreading his hands.

They're coming to this theater today.

"Huh! So ha!

"Yes, I'm fascinated by you"

"I guess those are your friends!?"

Turning from somewhere sad until then, Juliana was pissing off her shoulders and protesting Caesar.

I still had an angry look on my face as well.

"... that's okay. My friend is dead here. Originally, I had a lot of friends."

"But now you're with friends from yourself."

"Please don't."

Caesar whispered Juliana's words with one hand.

Rarely does that face have a face on it that looks like it's in deep trouble.

"I don't even know exactly who I am. But the cool part is not blaming me for this behavior. Either way, I needed to do this."

"Are you offering a friend to the Sacrifice of Sisalis?

Juliana still ate down.

Resolute thoughts appeared in her voice and expression.

Caesar reacts slightly more to Juliana like that.

- I haven't decided yet.

The word was the first and last - 'genuine' leak for Caesar.

One of those words enlightened Juliana about everything.

"... that's how you suffer too. In a narrow space between a situation that I can't do anything about and my own will that I'm still trying to do something about."

"It's not that well-dressed, mine is. I'm just being mean."

"But the will is for someone, isn't it?

"... not that much"

"If you don't want to say it now, you don't have to. But if there's nothing you can do to break it, say it to me in front of you."

Juliana took Caesar's hand at some point and said so.

Caesar takes Juliana's gaze - but shifts her gaze from her neat eye.

I waved away and turned my heel back.

"You better be worrying about yourself than worrying about people. I still don't know how this play ends, but in any case, it moves a lot around you again. In it, you should be careful not to let your will get caught up in the flow and disappear. You should just think about yourself and choose the path you think is best for you. … the last seed of possibility was scattered"

At the end of the day, Caesar left the scene with some meaningful words.

From the behind-the-scenes aisle, ascend the stairs leading to the upper floor seats.

Juliana was just watching that thin body disappear into the dark, blushing Caesar's words.

With moist eyes, but with a strong light of will, to the end - I watched.