''Ally's well-proportioned, majestic and muscular body, with a crimson dress that was like a blazing fire. I'm sure it will look great.
Maximilian tinted his cheeks sheepishly, and the Duke of Radfen next to him frowned at his nephew's rough and pent-up snort.
Hmmm. Miss Ally's body is slender, but she's a perfect example of muscle. In our country, it's a virtue for women to be modest and mature in everything they do, but they should be able to assert themselves more, both muscularly and internally. With a body like this, people are bound to stare in awe. I wish all the ladies of the world would take an example from Miss Ally.
Looking at Ally's body from head to toe, Duke Radfen nodded his head in satisfaction. I'm sure you're complimenting me on this, but I don't feel like I'm being subtly demeaned.
Stila yawned adorably with a "wow" and that was the cue for everyone to start getting ready to leave.
Each of the fiancés watched with a twinkle in their eyes as the Muscle Special Squadron used their magic to clean up the fire and clear out the party hall.
''Ally-san...no, may I call you Ally? I think we'll be good friends. So I want you to call me Marilyn, too.
Marilyn looked at Allie and grinned with a frown. From the mouths of the remaining three people, "Me too," and "Me too," came the voices.
＜Marilyn, Carol, Carly, Linda...
Allie looked at the faces of her former best friends in turn. For a moment, I wondered if I should take off the "Yuan" crown.
After all, we're a baroness at the bottom of the aristocratic society. It's a position that allows you to be a maid of honor in their home.
"Hey guys. Why don't we also have a dress made in the same color as your future husband's cravat?
Lovely! I'm sure the five of us will stand out when we're around Lady Stila.
"Stila-sama's Guardians," for starters? I've always wanted to be a girl warrior in a picture story.
You've got too much naming sense. But that's the only way I can tell.
Allie was gutted as she gazed at the girls, who were so powerful that she was like, "Oh.
＜Let's be friends again. Let's forget about the identity thing for now. In this life, you have to be willing to die to protect them.
You don't need to train yourself with fists and fists like the Muscle Special Forces - maybe there is, but for now, I want you to be able to use enough magic to protect yourself.
Marilyn, Carol, Carly, and Linda. It's presumptuous, very, very presumptuous, but I think we can be best friends. So starting tomorrow, I'm going to teach you some muscle exercises. If you can, I don't mind, will you go through the West Wing?
Allie said with a crisp look in her eyes. For some reason, the girls stained their cheeks and nodded "yes" as they combined their fingers in prayer to God in front of their chest.
The pair of Maximilian & Evel formed a transition formation and all of them returned to the West Wing once more.
The duke Radofen patted Stila's head and said, "I'm going to meet the spy that's letting loose in the center," and walked out with extremely light footwork.
The four Heavenly Kings took the candy given to them by the Genie (Legend), and after their parents were relieved, they drove their fiancés away in a carriage.
Your Highness. I'm very sorry, but could you please come to the parlor in an hour?
Allie cradled Stila, half in a dream, and looked up into Maximilian's dark face as she sat back, perked up. He nodded his head at a very high speed and turned on his heel, saying, "Okay.
I forgot to tell you something, but I'll take care of it, I thought, and politely took care of cute Stila before bedtime to make sure she was breathing soundly.
With plenty of time to spare, I made my way to the Great Hall in the West Wing, where Maximilian was in the middle of the floor in an oriental zazen, the thumbs of his hands fumbling at super high speed.
''Oh, oh, Ally, since you called me out, you must have something to say. Now, don't hesitate to jump in!
No, thank you. It's not that kind of thing at all, and I'd like to check His Highness' waltz skills.
"A waltz?
Maximilian's slender shoulders tensed up. Seeing this, Allie put her hands on her hips, "I knew it.
''Your Highness... if not, you're not good at waltzes, are you?
How do I know?
Did you rather think you didn't know why?
An apprenticeship since the age of nine, a non-existent fiancé. These two points alone reveal your unfamiliarity with contact with women. Perhaps he had never even held the hand of a girl of his age before he mimed.
Arie, knowingly rude, gave Maximilian's face a biting fingertip.
We're going to start training today! If you want to dance in the Grand Ball with this me, you must master such graceful and flawless movements that no one can imitate!
It's a great way to get a better idea of what's going on in your life.