Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"I don't know, you're nervous."

Porsche and Akane snapped as they sank themselves onto a solo sofa.

The time is, around noon a little. In the theatre of the god of beauty, built in Falve, the curtain of the first day was about to rise.

"Really? I'm excited."

"I'm not interested in the play, but I see it because it's acorn"

"Thank you very much for that."

He should have been talking to himself, but he sounded solid. With embarrassment and awkwardness, Acorn's voice was rubbing upwards. My eyes, which I always look up to, are also looking down.

Rare and unavailable acorns.

So I don't realize that my fiancée (Yut) sitting next to me is being turned to curiosity.

"I'm fine. You'll get used to it in time. It's a real story. I'll tell you what I'm talking about."

"No. Not the kind of person who would propose in front of the public."

"Fuck. I can't say it back. No, you're not. From now on, Zhuyin will be one of us."

"That's a disgusting group..."

Though Yut's attempt to follow up has become a damaging development, it seems to have weaved in so far. Look at the acorn that's back on track and nod small.

I guess Acorn conveyed that feeling, too.

Glad to hear it, but sorry for the inconvenience. But I knew I was happy, I turned my expression two and three times, and at the end of the day, I held my hand strong.

"You're easier to see than I thought."

On the other hand, Valtrude, of his weight, does not make him feel such a fact, but rides himself out of the terrace (balcony) to watch the stage. It's a serious act in a high-format theater, but when she does it, everything becomes a picture.

"Yeah, right. With Val's eyesight, you'll be fine wherever you are."

"Oh. But I've never crossed it easy to see"

Valtrude looking back and saying the obvious.

The balcony seats on the front of the stage may be referred to as privileged seats overlooking the entire stage. For the Cathedral Knight (Paladin), who, within a few meters, can also grasp the position of an enemy made transparent by a spell, it should be no different from what he sees in the front row.

In addition to its visibility, the warm, sumptuous interior is also luxurious yet calm. Never inferior to the VIP room in the arena of the Legra God nor to the aerial garden Rimnus.

Acorn's first association with the "bad politician sits down and gets assassinated during the play" situation is a lot of ruin......

Still, the artistic value of this theatre remains unchanged.

The more I sigh just looking at the ceiling paintings at the entrance, glittering chandeliers, and column sculptures. I've never been or seen it, but the theater where the Phantom took the singing princess and disappeared deep underground must be like this.

If the roots are not themselves protagonists, such as the small citizen acorns and yuts, they should be running away saying they are out of place.

Speaking of escaping, Exile is absent because he's not sure about the play. It's grand, and there's no room for disagreement. Even Acorn felt cleanliness.

Besides, one way or another, I'm relieved.

I know I'm over-conscious. I know very well.

Still, to be clear, it's embarrassing to see everyone play their screenplay. Now that the tension has been resolved thanks to Yut, he wants to run around the area with an odd voice.

It's like they're watching a scholarship with relatives. That's uncomfortable.

If someone understands what it's like, it's okay. But if someone I know sees me as a gatekeeper and even asks me that or this, I'm confident I'll die of embarrassment.

"Because of this, I wish I could have called my uncle and aunt"

"Are you going to kill me? Heart? You want to heart?

"Mr. Arcia will bring you back to life, but stop it."

So I can't help but feel cold about the reaction to Yut, who said, "Call my parents," etc.

Acorn was clearly lacking in calm at this time - and I completely forgot that the thing called theatre doesn't end in one go, but will continue to be performed for a long time if it is well received.

"You're burying the seats downstairs."

"Sounds like show time."

Today Alcia is taking off her crimson eyelids.

Of course, to burn Acorn's play to the eye.

I wasn't as inconvenient as others told me because of my crimson eyelids, but when I had this opportunity, I still honestly think it's good to be able to see.

Friends. No, all the more so if it's a sunny stage for comrades.

When I said that, I kept my mouth shut because Acorn was going to run out really odd.

(It's okay, it's okay. Me, not bad)

As time approaches, acorns become negative.

On the verge of her feeling falling to the bottom, the theater curtain rose.

The play Knight of the Princess of the Diaspora and a loyal squire, translated by Acorn, is a masterpiece that runs for five hours.

Regardless, I wasn't trying to paint a great story from the beginning. We planned to stage only the parts that hit the climax.

However, many human beings were to be involved in "The Princess Knight of the Diaspora and the Faithful Subordinate," which became the backdrop of the theatre of the Beauty God.

I heard that opinion, and there was also a need for political consideration, which was getting longer and longer.

"I have an ex, so if you say that, we're all in for a ride..."

is the screenwriter's comment, but at least, he seems to regret it. Whether you're reflecting or not, it's subtle.

Well.

The story begins with the encounter between Marguerite, a princess knight of the diaspora, and Lambert, a loyal squire.

Initially, Marguerite was studying in a neighbouring country, and Lambert resisted evil government without being overwhelmed. On the contrary, he was trapped and put his hands on an innocent people, and he was obsessed with the bandits.

I know my brother has marched against the prime minister who took over the country. No, Marguerite on her way home. Along the way, Lambail hits Marguerite - but he defeats it hard.

The sword trident was brilliant, so much so that Valtrude was impressed. Here, I totally grabbed the audience's heart.

At the end of his presence, Marguerite persuades Lambail to serve herself.

"Why don't you kill me"

"You must have done evil. But it hasn't fallen to evil yet."

"How could that happen..."

"Look me in the eye and you'll see."

Yut looked into Acorn's eyes unexpectedly.

Acorn turned away.

The awareness that it is an embarrassing dialogue naturally also lies in acorns. But it was strangely good to take it.

That's not only for the downstairs audience, but also for Valtrude and Alcia, who just nod to say yeah, naturally.

In the Brewers, this is the standard.

Thus, Lambail swore allegiance to Marguerite.

The chief performs the sight of Marguerite's brother, Prince Morodor - the equivalent of the Yuan Asking Dynasty.

At this time, is it at least the screenwriter's will that the gentle worded and touched Marguerite could not see Prince Morodor's eyes and foresee a later disaster…?

Chancellor Calvin, who holds a young queen who hits Morodor and Marguerite's niece and behaves as he wishes as a foreign relative.

He poisoned the former king Milquin, who was his son-in-law, and the brothers and sisters of the disturbed former king dressed in wet clothes and disposed of him.

The only survivors were Marguerite, who was out of the country, and Morodor, who was hidden by leading nobles on the border.

Those two finally do the marching.

Even so, Morodor is too busy consolidating the ground to leave the grounds. It was Marguerite who became the general.

From here, the legend of the princess knight begins.

The army of the Chancellor, the first to intercept the Marguerite army, was several times more powerful.

On the eve of the showdown, a goddess stands on Marguerite's dream pillow.

"You can't win this fight. In such a battle, Marguerite. It's a loss to have your life and dignity scattered."

Yes, the goddess recommended the escape.

"My name is Luck of Time. If you want to give up without crossing spears, it's better to drop this neck yourself."

But Marguerite doesn't flinch.

Lighting a flame of justice in his eyes, he stares from the front at the goddess - which, due to various circumstances, avoids a clear word.

"Great. Then let's try our luck."

The goddess disappeared and a gust of wind blew into the position.

There is a breeze similar to the roar of a dragon.

At this time, the Marguerite army was commanded by Lambail and quickly laid a vigilance against night raids.

On the other hand, the Chancellor's army escaped, greatly disrupting the calculations as to whether it was a raid by a dragon.

Thus, the Marguerite army began a fast-forward march that far exceeded the expectations and expectations of his brother Morodore.

Marguerite and Lambail prayed to God for shelter for the army of the Chancellor, who arranged it to block the canyon leading to the King's Capital, when the cavalry under his command grew wings and ran down to literally fly down the steep slopes to strike a heavy blow.

In the battle at sea, Marguerite's help to the family of God of the sea gave him protection, and Marguerite's army, which gained wind and tide, prevailed greatly.

I know he also uses spells, but he did a great job with the main tools and props, creating the illusion that he was actually on the battlefield.

Orchestras placed on the orchestra pit also play a role in boosting intensity.

"God, isn't that too much to ask?

"Me too, I thought so..."

Anyway, it is the real world of the gods.

Being under the protection of that God is an indescribable collateral of persuasion and justification.

Marguerite, so much named, but after discussing the prime minister, he was chased from the jealousy and suspicion of his brother, who became king. He painstakingly escaped the King's Capital with a nearby knight and was on his way to a neighboring country where he spent his childhood, but is hung for interrogation in a border fortress.

"You're too weak, but you're going to take extra time!

"Forgive me. Forgive me."

Lambail brings tears to bear and strikes down a master who is more important than life.

Marguerite who thinks of its spiciness and weeps with heartache.

And the general, the commander of the fortress, also touched upon the enthusiasm of his subordinates and struck and trembled.

The audience felt.

Lambail loyalty.

Marguerite's love.

Anger at Morodor.

The stars also have blurred boundaries between themselves and their roles.

That's when the miracle happened.

The surroundings, the world changes. From the theatre of the god of beauty to the fortress of the border.

What was becoming Marguerite and watching the play, what was weeping as Lambail, the Inquisitor of the Castle Fortress, the Guards around him, watching the play from each point of view. No, you can say you're in.

The star and the audience hedge are not gone. The hedge of reality and fiction is gone. The scene floated to the blind, and words were passed on to those who lost their sound.

Scripts, performances, acts, music. And the high emotions of the audience. When all elements of theatre merge in high dimensions, this theatre is complete.

Since then, a number of troupes, playwrights, will be challenged to perform this miracle, but the success rate was said to have been less than 10%.