Spring is over. With early summer approaching, the sunny afternoon capital of the king.
I was walking to the theater with my friend Cornell.
"Why don't you go check out the ballet once in a while"
That's how they invited me. They have the same thing in this world.
This young man with thick muscles around his neck looks good with a nasty smile. To be honest, I don't look like the type to appreciate ballet or theatre.
But the position doesn't allow it.
(No, because you're the number three Knights of the Kingdom)
I don't have such a position, but I'm talking about "deputy heads of delegation".
They often deal with great men outside the Knights, and they have to go out with them.
(But you're here.)
Until this time, it was awesome because he was only one of the junior pilots.
He said, 'Thanks to Mr. Tauro for guiding the Devil's Eye. That put my arm up pretty good'.
After all, there must be a close relationship between "Knight Manipulation and Men's and Women's Moves".
"We're here. Right here."
What you can see in front of you is a huge stone building with lots of arches. The letters "Royal Theatre" appear on a marble plate at the top of the entrance.
Built is the northeast area of the Wang capital. It's in the corner of Nobletown, a place I've never set foot in.
Pay a good amount of money and go to the general seats. By the way, the outfit is a pilot's costume for both me and Cornell.
(These clothes help)
No matter how formatted the monster is, as long as you wear this, you'll be fine. What you don't need to worry about is really great.
"... it's amazing"
Standing on the ground floor, I look around and leak words.
The fan-shaped audience seats are three floors long, and the power you feel when you look up is enough to hold your breath.
In front of the stage, which has grown a step taller, is a seat lined with instruments. At the same time as the show starts, the symphony orchestra will probably perform.
"Mr. Tauro, your seat is here. Let's sit down."
I was a little disturbed in the aisle, and I turned back to Cornell.
Sitting in a dark red fuzzy chair, he exhales as he exhales a polished elbow hanging.
(But I'm the ballet watcher)
This is the first time in my life, even before my metastasis.
The connection to the ballet is that you like the painting of the dancer.
'You like impressionists. I especially like Edgar Doga'
When the rich gentleman of the customer spoke to him in the previous life, he lied.
In fact, the limbs of a supple, forged girl were just preferred though.
(That painter is definitely a hobby of his hand. That's pretty, on a bad level, too)
Even now, I am so sure. To add, Renoir is for fat people only.
As a student, I was shown to hate it so much in western art history that I'm pretty sure first.
(Whoa, does it start)
The audience lights down and the stage is illuminated in reverse. And quietly, the orchestra started playing.
This is followed by women in white ballet costumes and men in chocks in white tights from the left and right sides of the stage. Dance out as you roll.
"It's a ball to celebrate the Princess's return."
Cornell from next door explains it in a whisper. I told him to start watching, so he took it into account.
According to that, as a bridesmaid training, he worked in a whorehouse in another country. They achieved number one monthly sales and triumphed to the country in the sunshine.
(... er)
Me in the dark audience, glaring at you. This is the world where a place for bride training is a whorehouse.
Then the ballet of the art theater would also be different from that of the previous life.
(You can expect that)
Take the men out of sight as much as possible and focus your gaze and awareness on the women.
Apparently the story went on, and the music suddenly turned into something horrible.
This is followed by a man in black based costume on the stage sleeve. Proceed to the center of the stage, spinning intermittently.
Probably a villain because of the absurd makeup on his face.
"One bad guy who wasn't invited." Doctor Slime came aboard angrily. "
I'm the one whose thoughts stop at Cornell's words. Slowly moving his gaze, he had a full grin and a thumbs up.
"You're surprised, aren't you? It's a new one. Mr. Tauro is now on stage."
It seems common for a well-known person to be the subject matter.
Famous is a piece called The White Lion's Roar. The Knights of the Kingdom now portrays the work of the late pre-Knights, who had previously been sponsored by Knights wearing large sums of money.
"I exaggerate about my little finger, about my arm."
Cornell elbows his groin with an unpleasant look, grips his fist and strengthens his arm. It's not like a horse.
"You think you defeated a hundred rides of Class A. Fifteen rides in the kingdom before you reduced the number to a heavy horse, Heavy Lancer opponent? No matter how many empires, they won't be there."
With a sigh, Cornell spits out his words. Trouble is, some people believe it's true.
The next thing I know, he laughs at me and says, "It's a famous tax. Be patient, 'he continued.
(Can I say honorable or bad)
Now that you can let me out as a villain, I guess I should be happy to be the leader of The Dying Regiment.
I exhale into Cornell too, regaining my mind and putting my gaze back on the stage.
There was a female guard there who tried to stop Doctor Slime, fitting the payback.
(Whoa)
In a standing position, he is stabbed through with a groin sword from the front.
And this is not the gesture. The white underscores were shifted and broken in from there.
(body is soft)
One toe pointing straight to the ceiling. The beauty of the back and jaw line I laid back would be something like a ballet dancer.
Dr Slime sinks one woman guard after another who stands up and throws her to the floor. The male guard had been knocked down by a female dancer who followed the doctor slime.
(Maybe as Mr. Cool)
This is a black costume with similar makeup. But I don't think it's known that the first food (unicorn) was under my command.
It would be a number against the male guard.
At last, the escort is wiped out, and Doctor Slime stands in front of the princess, holding her sword up.
(Much better than mine)
Under a pair of arms, self-assertiveness visible even in the distance. Brilliant stuff.
Plus, the sight from the three-story audience is nothing, and the mental ability to sustain oneself is great.
That's a top dancer. Perhaps we can change what we see into strength.
(Will the princess intercept without fleeing)
With the power of the number one monthly sales, you'd say try to repel it.
When you take Doctor Slime's hand, merge to face each other on the spot. The two of us dance a pair of dances.
(Wow, are you okay with that)
Quiet twirls leak from the audience, too. Because the coupled men and women started to jump around with their claws ahead and the stage narrowed.
Besides, from time to time in the air, I even kick the air behind me with one leg.
(If the timing is slightly off, it could break)
Me with a cold sweat on my forehead and a rugged look on my face. But the dancers' skills far exceeded expectations.
Oh, my God, I even started to change my position.
(It fits the music and changes it every few seconds. Can people get this far)
From opposite each other, the shape I took behind me. After that, I go to Six Nine with station valves and dizzy changes.
And now, from next to holding a woman's leg high.
"Doctor Slime has won."
As Cornell whispered, the princess gave a look of despair, then peeled off her white eyes and collapsed.
The victorious bad guys leave again spinning.
A sad song where stage lighting drops and it begins to be played. They got ready in the meantime, and when it lit up again, another dancers were on stage.
But only one side is illuminated more than the center of the stage.
"The scene has changed, it's a royal palace in another country"
The commentary that goes in at the right time would be greatly appreciated.
(I wonder what. Is it the prince's choice of daughter-in-law?
Standing on stage, a young man with white tights with a small crown on his head and glittering chocks. One woman after another appears before them, but the youth only shakes their heads bitterly to the left and right.
Next to it a ministerial-style man made a moaning move, pointing to the groin of a quiet young man.
"The prince is making out, but you don't seem to like any of it"
Me snorting at Macho Man's description. Body reactions are important.
The prince scratches his head with a distressed look, cuts the wind with his shoulders and leaves the stage rough.
That's where the lighting switches and the pageant venue closes in the dark. Conversely, until now, to the dark half, the light is shining.
"... This is the princess from earlier, isn't it? Sleeping on your back means you haven't regained consciousness since then?
I ask. Cornell shook his head vertically, 'Exactly.'
However, time passes on a yearly basis.
"That's Doctor Slime. The blame is life-threatening."
Mouth it as impressed, but I want you to give me a break.
"People who believe the performance to be true."
That's a certain number, which this guy just said.
(It's not a hoarding thing if you're supposedly banned from going in and out)
At the end of my gaze shrugging my shoulders, the servants mourn the princess surrounded and exaggerated.
The earlier prince, who somehow appeared there, holds his chest back with one hand as if he had been struck.
"I seem to have fallen in love with the princess at first sight"
Exactly. I can tell this. Because the white tights groin, which was not even picky earlier, was now up sharply diagonally.
Freedom in front of the crowd is that professional. I fear from the bottom of my heart.
"... you do it. This was unexpected."
Watch the next development, groaning Cornell. I can't hide my surprises either.
The prince repeatedly pierced the princess who had been asleep for years.
(Thought it was from the front)
Now only grab the butt, prince who hips back and forth hard. Set aside for a while, trembling heavily on your back.
In my stomach, I guess I felt the calories to break the curse. The princess woke up.
Two people hugging one end away and hard from the front.
I'm uncomfortable with the scene and I run into questions next door.
"You said you were blamed from behind and you couldn't even see your face, but you woke up and suddenly loved it? What does that mean?
Cornell taught me a gentle tone when I was a beginner.
"Never mind"
The main thing is to dance, so they're shredding the connections. What seems to be missing is that there is no choice.
(Probably if you ask me)
So does the opera I know.
We talked about love right after we met and decided to get married on the spot. When a surprised parent stops me, I despair and kill myself within that day.
(No matter how much, it would be too hasty to live)
That's what I thought at the time, but that's also due to the condition that it be on stage.
"Ballet is Dance, Opera is Song"
Never, never the main story. I guess that's why you can enjoy it as many times as you want.
If you turn your eyes back to the stage, the love endeavor of the prince and princess begins again. The servants dance in circles with joy and dew.
Eventually, the music culminated, and the surroundings sent a round of applause of thunder.
"Congratulations,"
I applaud Cornell for clapping my hands and giving him one thought.
"Do you like that prince, the unconscious woman?
It really makes me look that way because I'm scraping off the way.
The young pilot seems to agree with this.
"You didn't have enough background depictions. Let's keep it a prince's hobby."
We then flourish on the theme 'Can the Prince remain interested in the princess after he wakes up?'
Then the curtain came up once down again. I thought it was an encore, and they don't.
"It's a play on stage with the dancers."
When I glanced into the audience at Cornell's words, a man and woman in good shape were beginning to walk towards the stage.
"Except for the people in the privileged seats. You should think of it as just nobility."
There is no turning in the order of our general seats. 'Do you want to see and go here?' to ask, wave left and right.
They have no objection, so they take their seats together and head out.
The two of us left the Royal Theatre and walked out to Central Square for a drink.
"That applause will never end. Maybe it'll be a classic."
Cornell smiling and mouthing.
"Doctor Slime is also going to be a name in cultural history. Most of all," Sin and Punishment, "even without ballet, I suppose."
I envy you. They say, but I feel subtle myself. I was more concerned about the taste of ballet dancers than that.
When asked if there was somewhere I could try it, the young pilot answers as he scratches his cheeks with his thick fingers.
"I think the training center will be fine."
I don't know where it is, but the dancer eggs say they have a place to learn.
Cornell advised me with a serious face to show interest.
"But I wouldn't recommend it. Because the taste is hard."
He said he had played on stage at the Knights of the Kingdom entertainment.
At that time, the opponent said he was an associate lead dancer.
"My body is soft, but that's just because it has a wide range of motion. I'm never comfortable holding you."
Because they're built up without wasting any meat, they're just muscles and muscles.
"That's just what I see. More than that, I need something to ask for."
Cornell's "what he wants" would mean something like "the first thing" for Mr. Cool.
"With Daily Effort, Forged Limbs"
Except for those who find high value in this, but I'm not that much of a connoisseur.
My friend shrugged his shoulder at me for making a difficult look.
"I think Sione's sideline is much higher in a restaurant called Feeling Good."
The words remind me of the magical girls. Indeed, that is a fresh and refreshing taste.
I nodded deeply, and I lifted my face and opened my mouth.
"Today, then, shall we make it Sione"
Then spin your thoughts and carry on your words as you ponder your settings.
"What about us breaking into the fairies' dance party and doing everything we can to be a violent mess?"
My sketchy friend, like me, snorted powerfully with a disfigured expression.
"Nice. Because of that, and the costume, let's ask for it."
We hit our fists lightly in the air, and we started discussing how many people we'd call. The problem is the contents of Cornell's purse.
He kept walking on cobblestones, arguing that there were four of them.
Just south of the Spirit Forest. The northern city in the northernmost part of the Imperial Territory.
The old man, who was a clerk in a room in a building all over the city, noticed the sound of windows climbing and raised his face.
"It's from Uncle Rosehip."
This skinny older man is the Knight Commander of the Imperial Knights. The restoration of the building also proceeded, so he moved one foot from a tent outside the city.
Standing up from the chair and opening the window, a white bird with small pieces of paper broke in. And he quickened his head up, staring at the old man.
Take it, it would be a sign of intention.
"I have a back leg like a cat, but from the front, it only looks like a bird."
Talk to yourself as you pinch up a piece of paper.
When I opened the fourfold paper, a simple message was written inside.
"As a cost, please feed me"
This interaction has been requested in advance by Uncle Rosehip. For this reason, there is no surprise in the letter without errands.
"I don't know if it's tough or sweet to make me do my job or reward me"
Go to the cupboard smiling bitterly, take out the dried meat from the pinch of liquor, tear it up and put it forward.
"It may not be magical, but it's good meat."
From dried meat to old people, griffons that move your gaze. Watch the Knight Commander snort, head down and dried meat.
I finished eating immediately and turned my buttocks towards this one clicked.
"Tell Uncle Rosehip I said hello"
I don't know if the words made sense.
Griffon jumps momentum with his back leg as he pushes his body into the window gap. He spread his feathers where he flew out into space and flew away.
The Imperial Knights Commander's office is located in a building facing Central Square.
Because the mall was burned, many tents were now set up there, making it a market.
"Hey, could it be a little smaller?"
A woman with a beauty as complete as a mannequin asks the pharmacist's master.
What I'm looking for is a living snake. There are medication ingredients, ingredients, pets, and various uses, but she uses them as bait.
Elda's family working in this city's whorehouse, the black snake, is a snake eater.
"That's about all I need. Give me two."
Have them put it in a glass bottle and put it in a shopping bag.
(Did you have anything else to buy?
Elda looks back casually as she explores her thoughts. I fly low, because I heard a feather called patata.
What got into my eyes was the appearance of a white bird. I fly as hard as I can, avoiding people.
Elda dropped off the little bird passing by.
(What, now? He had a back leg.)
I think so, but the answer is already in her.
That's a griffon. A symbolic spiritual beast of the doomed Elf Royal Family.
(... you're saying there's an elf royal survivor here? Besides me?
Shake your head hard and sideways immediately, denying the possibility. Because the number of royalty is small, and we know everyone to the end.
The only person who escaped the 'bloodless revolution' is undoubtedly himself.
But Griffon must have been eradicated in the "Decoy" trap.
The leaders of the Elves today saw their very existence as a threat, even though it was a symbol of the royal family.
With a strong obsession, I should have stubbornly chased him around.
I don't like griffons, but I sympathized in that respect.
(So you were outside the Spirit Forest, Griffon? But the fact that you're in a people's city, did Griffon recognize you?
Hard to believe, but the possibility cannot be denied.
Elves see Griffon as a 'royal testament', but it has nothing to do with Griffon.
If you feel uncomfortable, royalty or whatever, you release attack magic out of your mouth to shake it off.
(I wonder if it's okay if I'm here)
Move into the shadows to hide yourself and think.
The conclusion that came out was' no problem '. No, it was' I should be the other way around '.
(I don't know who's in the family, but you're definitely on the enemy side of the elf, right? Then it looks like such an interesting event, it would be a loss to have to see it nearby)
Makes me want to smile, but I fear a crack in my thick makeup, and Elda can reveal herself.
(I have to tell you)
Crow snakes that would be round under the couch. He thought of his own family and followed his path in a light foothold.