Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

The kingdom of Amitia was a medium-sized country with prints in the western part of the continent (or more and more backwards in conjunction with the surrounding countries if we let out the empires, confederations and holy kingdoms of the three great Powers), where agriculture and livestock flourished from fertile soils and temperate climates and had to be the kitchen of the western region, with harvests several times more than domestic consumption even compared to the national area and population, and the best of neighbouring countries in terms of agricultural exports.

There was once also a war of aggression and so on aimed at this abundant land, but it was no exaggeration to say that in the last 80 years or more, due to diplomatic politics with neighbouring countries, we have never experienced a full-scale war without skirmishes, and that apart from the occasional damage to monsters, we are now singing peace.

The opera house in Cardia, the king's capital of the Amitian kingdom, also hosted a masquerade featuring the aristocrats and wealthy dressed tonight.

By the way, the Masquerade was originally held in court, but the peaceful times have slowly become less laid down and now it is extended to the general public (though only those with considerable wealth and status can participate), and is also held in these theatres and so on.

Participants range from aristocrats on top to merchants on the bottom, but sometimes even royalties and nobles from other countries who participate with patience, and the men and women who participate, with the eyes of pelican eye eagles, sought to explore the identity of their opponents hidden in masks, where dance was also commonly involved in chatter.

But there was a set of subordinates today who slowly broke such a routine, showing their just awesome presence.

The main woman who just stands in nature and exudes an extraordinary presence.

At first glance, the upper body is designed to fit all the way to the waist, highlighting the thin hips that are likely to break, while from the waist to the bottom, a girl dressed in a costume that would have been infused with gold, arranging everywhere with living flowers and a costume of red roses just to be seen - feels like she's still in her early teens? I can only imagine it because I hide it from my face up with a red faceted mask, but it's called lustrous hair that reaches to my waist, skin that is not white-white and porcupine enough to sneeze, and how beautiful the face I can imagine from the cheek-to-bottom line would be... and I can only sigh, it's just a living piece of art.

And like a samurai who follows behind it, a woman who can be seen as about 17-18 years old with a long, water-colored torso dress, also had rough platinum blonde hair and luminous skin, a white mask that prevented her from peeking up from her nose, but the imaginable face was once again a dead beauty.

Since they are such two, the attention of the venue was nailed from the moment of admission, but it was too high a ridge flower - the kind of jewellery worn is super first-class rather than national treasure, and at any rate the princess of the great kingdom who participated with patience and her samurai - and everyone just looked away, whispered speculation with Hisohisso, and those who were not commanded to speak up were not alone yet.

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"... somehow, it's more boring than I thought, this masquerade thing."

I think it would be nice to use magic lights, because it's something that's old-fashioned itchy and dancing under the chandelier lights, so overall it's dim (well, it doesn't matter to the bloodsucking princess (me) eyes), and it's like a haunted mansion ghost is dancing.

The capital of life (Miko and I) - just now the wings of the angel are hidden - was slightly inclined.

"Isn't it to this extent? Although it is branded as a ball, it is essentially an open place for men and women to enjoy themselves."

"Looks like it."

In the dim darkness where the chandelier's light couldn't reach me, watching multiple men and women doing grand acts of obscenity (I'm not exactly going to tell you how far, but do that in a separate room) (because I've said it many times but it looks round to my eyes), I regretted that I came early.

I wonder when the key third prince (dance partner) will come.

Don't you realize it in a minute? I was going to be able to dress up plainly on my own, but there's a possibility that the information isn't noticeable, and I guess it was a little too plain.

"... Damn, he said he trained for a dance all night long."

"Do you want to dance? Princess."

The capital of life, which tilts its neck so tightly.

"It's not like that, but I can use it because of my poverty, so I don't feel like it's a loss not to use it"

"Are you to the left? Nevertheless, you have been disrespectful enough to call the princess and make her wait."

"No, it's not like I didn't specify a specific time... because the life capital, the other prince, came late, and all of a sudden, don't get into a fight."

If I suddenly disrespect you, I won't be able to put together a whole story.

With that said, the Capital of Life sighed outright.

"Since it is not Lord Tenkai, there is no reason why this servant should take such short notice without the will of the princess. - And you think I've been with the princess for hundreds of years?

No, hundreds of years... not three to four years at most?

"Well, if it's the Princess's instructions, I'm not the one who remembers a moment's hesitation to succeed or defeat that disrespectful man in five inches..."

No, let's hesitate!

No. Looking the most decent thing about us doesn't change that you're fundamentally a militant, does it?

"- By the way"

The life capital is my face - or I looked at the mask and said.

"Do you like it, what's that mask? We also hear that a very similar mask was in a ramen shop in Castle Town."

"Hey, I don't know what...?

"Come on? Well, it's a rumor without roots or leaves."

"Oh, yeah."

You found out. Shit.

And when a girl dressed like Scarlet Snow (me), dressed in a blonde, thin pink dress with a tokotoko feel, came before me, she pinched Tiered's skirt with both hands with a tame method, unlike me, and did Cartesy (greeting me to go with one leg pulled back and the other knee bent).

"Good evening, that's a lovely treat"

"Good evening, you are the lovely courtesy. You look great."

Return the greeting in the same way for now and add in a tone of approximation.

Then she looked at my face (hidden in the mask and I don't know the faces, but the eyes are blue) and asked me intrigued.

"By the way, I've been wondering about this for a while now, and I don't think such a horrible mask would suit a poor guy like you, but does that make any sense?

"You're right," he snorted.... Ugh, you have a bad reputation, even though this was a gacha rare item.

"You mean it makes sense... actually, I'm promising to meet people here today, but I told them to make it easier for them to know it was me"

I'm a princess in the land of demons, and I guess it's easy to understand this kind of thing, and you chose it because of your belly buildup.

But when I said that, the other girl had a heartfelt surprise face and held her mouth down adorably.

"Well! Well... no, did that person say such an intangible thing to you?!"

"Oh, no. This is my decision. They just told me where and when, and they didn't specify any particular outfits or landmarks, so this is all I do to make it easy for them to understand at my discretion. - I apologize if you feel uncomfortable because I'm a mountain country man."

"That's not true. You're just a little suspicious, but they're also unfriendly. I can't believe you didn't unilaterally call and specify the key landmarks, etc."

My mouth is about to loosen unexpectedly on the look of a girl as outraged as it is about me.

"Right. So I thought it was time to leave."

"Really..." he nodded. "Um, if that's the case, why don't you and I have a little chat in the separate room?

Yes? I accidentally stared back into the other person's eyes and

"Actually, although my brother brought me here, no one seemed to be around the same age, and I was a little bored.

So, I accidentally spoke to you, but I just talked to you, and I was interested in you. Why don't we talk about it carefully?

The girl is a soldering trick, but she complains with tear and sparkling eyes.

... Ugh, I don't like it. What natural type winds up at your pace without reading the air of these opponents.

It's like this happened before because of your mind...

"Well, if it's slightly..."

When I realized it, I was snorting unexpectedly. Oh, what are you doing, me?

"Happy! Um, excuse me, how old are you? I'll be 12 years old."

"Uh, you're 13 years old."

In the setup!

"Oh, so you're one sister. - Um, may I call you your sister?

A girl who asks me how excited I am.

What is this creature, strangely cute?

"Yeah, yeah. If you don't mind."

There's no way you can turn it against me, is there?

"Now, sister, we're renting a separate room over there, so come on. If you're offering, come with me."

"- Are you sure?

I answered the capital of my life, confirming it in a low voice, half abandoned myself.

"That's okay. Because it's bad for a stupid prince who doesn't come. I just have to come back later and roll around."

Ok, along with the nodding Life Capital, the girl literally pulled her hand and brought her upstairs in the opera house (opera house), in front of a deep room lined with private rooms.

She knocked lightly at the door of that room,

"My brother, it's Angelica. We've got a visitor."

Yes, I called.

"Ahhh. Come on in!

with the voices and signs of young men encouraging them to enter the room,

"" - Huh!? "

Me and the Life Capital were 2-3 steps back from instinctive vigilance.

Turning to us like that, she took off the mask she was wearing and was adorable - you're a beautiful girl with a fluffy atmosphere like sugar confetti - and when she exposed her face, she greeted her deeply again.

"It's really distressing to see you in a deceptive way, sister. I greet you again. Fourth princess of the kingdom of Amitia, Angelica Iris Amitia. Prince Idiot, third prince Asil Claude Amitia's belly sister."

Before she said that and laughed, I looked at her face, wondering what life and I were like.