"- Yes."
Clifford, who responded, has a fairly dispersed gaze that was focused on me and turns.
Fan...... Clifford with "Black Fan" walked out.
In a strangely sinister hall, hard shoe sounds.
The number of sights that had been dispersed eventually returned as the distance approached each other.
Clifford stopped walking and knelt before his right hand as I stretched out.
...... hmm? Is that it?
In that position, carefully give me the "black fan" held and closed with both hands.
... not wrong. I'm not wrong!
This - in a public place, when it comes to the formal way your subordinates give things to their lords, they do!
I don't care, I'm flattered.
Most cases will be simplified, and I wish it were that way.
No, Clifford should weigh this kind of tradition...
Look, I know, I heard a breathtaking noise coming from somewhere in the hall.
... right! Like this, I imagined they'd give it to me a little more easily, too!
"... Clifford"
I whine and groan with the meaning of the protest.
Clifford answered instantly with the same amount of voice.
"We cannot treat His Royal Highness' Black Fan 'in such a way. I'm giving it back, all the more so."
He's tall Clifford, so it's fresh to take the form of looking down from me like this. Conversely, Clifford, who looked up at me, went on to say more.
Its mouth distorts for just a few moments.
"- It is also well known that I serve His Highness."
Well-known? Do you mean to serve me as a knight of escorts forever...
Perhaps you should indeed be made well known?
- Let's just say that.
I repeated some of the words Clifford had spoken.
"Is it me?
"Yes."
It is to me......
Probably because it means' Lord 'and' Obey '. What!
Even if I know, what a phrase that tickles my maiden heart!
'Cause it is.
It was precisely the circumstance that the knight was fuming.
"... as if you were mine"
Nah, the leap of logic and the little embarrassment of being too self-conscious, I forgot where this is, and I was running.
From next to what I said, return it to me.
In distance, De, Derek may sound like it, but yes, it's a whispering exchange for once, and it's clear what we're talking about, fewer people are listening...... right? Or my heart dies of shame!
"- Yes. Your Highness is right."
Besides, as I look up at this one, it's something the person affirmed, so I'm not half ashamed!
But when I heard my "My Things Speak," for a moment, I saw Clifford laugh funny! I feel like the tease is mixed too......!
Receive a fan just to hide the face that's going to turn bright red!
Take the fan that was offered to me, like a sacrifice.
I could see that the attention throughout the hall had gathered at one point.
Open gently with one hand.
Bring the spread fan in front of your face.
Phew. Fluffy wings, too, calm down. Rev birds vary.
Even if you are given the middle and second illness name 'Black Fan', this fan is the key item that hides your lit face and cuts all your gaze!
Re-split with a fanget!
"Thank you. - You can stand, Clifford."
Give Clifford permission to stay on his knees. I spoke again to Clifford, who obeyed me.
"Stay on my side until I'm done talking."
I'm willing to solve a misunderstanding here about my dance legend and "Black Fan," but it's quicker to have Clifford when it comes to "Black Fan," right?
And I front- initially turned to the invitees I was talking to.
"Thank you for waiting, gentlemen....... sorry. I don't feel comfortable without the Black Fan."
Let the fan gently fan.
My gaze concentration hasn't changed, but I've also got room for a smile.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I should say it in a flamboyant way.
"- Let me be clear. My dancing lords can't be ruined because of it. And of course, Master Derek."
Just your face, turn to Derek.
"Does Derek think you're going to be ruined?
"So far, I don't have any plans."
Derek smiled briskly.
having received that reply,
"- Right?"
Covering his mouth with a fan, to the invitee I approached with a princess smile.
Mostly, I don't remember exactly who I've danced with so far, during my first ball, or if they were Alec, me, most of them!
- Ugh, I think this was princess disqualification.
But I also want to make excuses. 'Cause, you know, you don't introduce yourself or anything when you dance, do you?
Always eager to get a name tag!
You can't just name it, just face it. Keeping them both in line is a tough business.
Where it matters, I'm just gonna slap it in my head, but those people won't invite me to the dance, I promise!... you know, people who just say hello come hiatus...
I won't forget if you know exactly from the beginning, but he said that I knew him originally and that his lords of the same age had never invited him to dance...
Besides, if you danced more than once, I think I remember exactly the same thing.
but - none of them once pounded!
Less people than I remember can't help but say...... should be!
Anyway, it's also weird to say that all are ruined or glorious, that light and darkness are divided! I can think of possibilities for illusions and assumptions!
Plus, life goes on unless you die, right? Naturally there is a floating!
Some crawl up from the bottom, others roll off the top.
So, absolutely not!
"Please, don't worry unnecessarily.... how could they be more ruined after dancing with me? - Or how do you do the opposite?
Both, I almost rethought. Because Huey looks like he danced with me and grabbed the glory, according to Derek...
"I, at least, have never been involved in ruin."
This is the whole truth!
Factions and solidified invitees face to face with nearby people.
The feeling that you don't believe me is with Hishihishi...!
Can't you just deny it and get rid of it?
Come on. But even though I, the party, deny it...! Legend, strong......!
Then how about this!
I overlapped words.
"If it's not enough credit, you just have to dance with me.... Please invite me. You'll be able to see how it turns out."
It's nothing!
"- Except"
Don't forget to say this!
"Though I can't dance with anyone more than I am the first princess of Esphere.... you don't want me to step on your feet, do you?
Even though she's a princess, it's NG that exposes her to ugliness! Hope you're a good dancer!
Nice to meet you there!
The truth is, I wish I could say this as it is, the hard part about using euphemistic expressions is that it is the preference of the aristocratic community.
I showed off the princess smile I kept.
A space that was open around me and Derek dancing in the middle of the hall. The people who were gathered at the front end from me smiled at me as if to echo.
Feel the fruits.
Yeah. As for the legend about dancing, I guess it's OK with something like this for one second.
And then, and.
"... and I have to tell you about this, 'Black Fan' as well"
Close the fan in one breath.
"This fan is a 'black fan'. And I am called the Princess of the Black Fan? - for using Lev bird blades in the material. It's the first time you've seen it, and some of you must have been surprised, huh?
Tilt the fan, which remains closed, in front of your chest.
If I don't open it, I'll be so defenseless against my gaze...
"Rev birds are symbols of death. An ominous bird. But even if I have a black fan like this, I'm safe. Rather, I can tell you're protecting me."
Exactly now!
I opened the fan. The piercing gaze was clearly eased by the fan barrier.
"This is also something you will know if you keep an eye on me in the future. Let us prove it by living."
Unless you're sick or in an accidental accident, I don't think you're planning on dying... and I guess the longer I live with five bodies satisfied, the less superstition I get about Lev birds.
And don't waste it here!
"- If I'm alone in my anxiety, you may decide whether or not the knight of my escort will be imprisoned to death."
I showed Clifford with a fan.
You even asked Clifford to stay for this, didn't you?
"He is the one who kept this' black fan 'for whom I was. If death comes from a rev bird, so will he. Not to mention my knight of escorts. If there is, next to me, it should be susceptible."
Two more than one. It is better to have a higher number of samples to determine. And he doesn't even think of the Lev Bird superstition! This is important too! I'll apologize for getting involved later, Clifford!
"Please forgive me for pinching your mouth in the middle of the conversation"
and rosa raised the voice of the question here.
"... but Your Highness? Unlike His Highness, who carries the Black Fan, Master Alderton only touched the Black Fan for a short time. Compared to His Highness, isn't the impact considered to be limiting?
He pointed out that he was weak to include Clifford in the sample......
Ah, but.
I shook the fan slowly in front of my face.
Nothing fans are the only use of this fluffy blade!
"- No. Nearby, Clifford is to be given a decorative room for swords with Rev bird wings. Like me, you will carry a blade."
Yes, Rosa smiled softly and nodded.
I nodded back, too. Into tightening.
"I hope the fear of the Lev birds fades, held by the people of Esphere"
I summoned all the courtesies mastered by the princess education to pay tribute.
Towards the orchestra, I gave a signal.
Ask them to resume the flow that I have spoken out and caused to be interrupted.
Until then, the court dance begins to play.
Now it was time for the invitees with hands in their hands to dance out in the hall.
- So, now.
As the men and women, closely and pleasantly engaged in the dance, I was being chased by greetings from invitees who appeared hiccups in the royal seat.
But it's not usually this big a crowd.
Probably because of the large number of invitees with emerging aristocrats and not aristocrats but powerful people. The super famous places are about my uncle and Derek. And I guess anomalously, Master Sil.
Not just because I don't remember!... people I don't know make up the majority.
And to greet someone who wants to be close, someone with a higher status, first someone with a lower status. There is an implicit understanding that priority is given.
Is that a sensible way to deal with it?
My lord Rosa, who is now the invitee, my uncle, the Duke of Nightfellow, and his son Derek, are surrounded by hedges. Master Sil doesn't apply in the sense of identity either, but in the standing position of his brother's lover, he treats him like a nobleman.
As this progresses through the semi ball, even those of high stature begin to greet each other across factions.
Basically, some people don't care!
- By the way, there is still no such thing as a noble man like Lust Byrne among those who come to greet me.
... to the dance, no one to invite me!
Please, I tried to invite you, and my application for a dance to me is killing me... what a dreamy dream... Did you taste bad adding that you might step on your feet?
Pushing and killing disappointment, using fans as shields, putting a smile on his face, often making angry greeting attacks.
Finally a wave of people broke off and I decided to stop the waiting posture.
You can't be passive. I have to go from here!
Looking for Lust - even if it's not Lust, to find a fake lover candidate!
And, in my excited ear, a familiar voice arrived.
"Dear Via!
"Well... Sissy?
A girl of the same age, wearing a light cream coloured dress. He has a cold beautiful face, glossy dark hair and darker blue eyes than Alec.
Admittedly, maybe, thanks to a legend about dancing to me, we could be friends, Sissy Reuley.
Her appearance was there.
Wow, it's Sissy!
- I mean, there's Sissie...
"Sissy, it's disrespectful of you to speak to His Highness all of a sudden, no matter how much you're my friend."
Sissie's fiancée, Huey Weinfel, was also there after all.