Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

A two-story auditorium filled with a large audience. Originally, this place for prayer was not comparable to concert halls or theatres, but it was careful to enjoy music comfortably. The second-floor seating arranged like a box seat with an impulse and a bench was lined up with investors, nobles, wealthy people, and guests. The first-floor seating and the stand-up seating with comfortable cushions had the appearance of many citizens and tourists.

Players and guests dress up. But the people on the ground floor dress comfortably. The children of the orphanage who were invited by Mrs Frontier are also dressed more beautifully than usual. I don't need a hard decision. Just feel free to enjoy the music, that's all. Because it is the place set up for that.

The kingdom has become rich enough for ordinary people to like music, but still only the wealthy can afford to enjoy first-class music in the famous hall. The examinations performed by prominent musicians, which can only be heard in such a special place, fascinated the audience.

An old couple listening to the refreshing and elegant strings of the indoor band, and young lovers dying their cheeks with love songs from passionate tropical singers. And the audience leaks a voice of admiration to the magnificent singing of tenor singers and the symphony poetry of the symphony orchestra, which the common people rarely hear.

The dancers' fun ethnic dances and the children's songs of the Boys and Girls Choir included a scene where the invited children danced and sang too excitedly together to hasten the accompanying priests and nuns, which seemed to have been forgiven by generous investors and audiences.

In the second-floor premium seat, the neighboring uncles and wives smiled happily and rushed with applause, and the young Uncle Enqvist next door waved his hand to the children with joy.

Instead of the choir, which is popular and refuses many entrants every year, the concert was designed to be enjoyed by more people. If the singing princess of the King of the Great Tori doesn't screw up, it will be a success.

"... finally next. I'm getting a little sweaty."

Felicia, who was waiting on the stage sleeves, grunted distortingly as she was nervous.

"Even you."

Even Felicia, with her liver resting on her feet, seems nervous enough to think she's the owner of a steel heart.

"What do you think you're doing to me?"

Felicia, who was small and distorted by Alec's words, said in a low voice so that her words could not be heard.

"I'm used to singing while being watched by nobles, but it's not home, so I'm going to sing in groups. I'm not even nervous."

A dress in pale emerald silk with fine chisel leaves and embroidered birds, and a large magical stone necklace cut out in the shape of the March Moon, is this an image of the Virgin Sanna Grunden?

Felicia was restless, holding a magic stone shining on her chest with her gloved hands. Hildegardo gently gripped the hand, and she nodded with a small smile.

"There was a Duke's hideout at the concert a while ago, but I wasn't nervous until now. This has been happening since the beginning of the stage."

"Duke...? That's amazing. How tall are you next to the royal family?

"Oh, yeah. Every family has a descended royalty - but it's not the same when it comes to being one of the king's capital. Was the Duke admired?"

Felicia answered perplexingly when she was intrigued and asked a subtle question.

"Oh, that's right. I remember very well because the great man in the hall told me not to make any mistakes because a hideout said he was the prime minister when he was the previous king."

Only one of the Duke's predecessors was a prime minister. Fredrik Faucher, a man who can be called the heart of his father, and Zach's real father.

One of the people I took care of eighteen years ago.

I never met him because I returned almost immediately from the Empire to Tris, but it would have been spectacular if I had been watching a concert "a while ago".

Alec smiled secretly, recalling the face of an approaching man whose eyes closely resembled Zach's.

(... should I write to you soon?)

Apologize for any wrongdoing with a gift.

--The audience boiled, and then a crackling applause rang. All the songs except the singing princess of King's Landing are over.

Felicia's back grew beautifully. The expression changes from a lofty little girl to a beautiful singer.

Let's go.

Neither Alec nor Cili. And the Elvestam Symphony Orchestra players, including Helge, nodded and Louis trembled at her feet. The other princess (Hildegardo), who was guarded by knights on both sides, escorted them to the stage where the audience waited.

A singing princess receives applause full of expectations and excitement. Lead with a gold pipe, followed by string and wooden pipe players, each stopping in a set seat and facing the front. As the conductor slightly delayed and the singing princess listening to the sound appeared gracefully, the applause sounded even louder.

The group respectfully interpreted and sat down. The conductor nodded quietly as he saw the field ready.

Players who set up instruments at the same time. In the quiet auditorium.

The pin and air are tight.

The baton is swinging down, and after a few bars of prelude by stringed instruments, the beautiful singer begins singing. Sweet and gentle singing sounded from the white and supple throat, and Theoli developed phantom magic accordingly. People stop at the phantoms of pale tones that appear to seep into space, but for a short while, they are sucked into the phantoms of childhood memories, and their voices disappear.

The scenes of childhood memories drawn to coincide with the children's songs spinned by the soft singing princess sweetly burned the hearts of the listeners. Parents, brothers living apart, Yugaki, who walked separate paths that can no longer be met in their memories - each passing by, nostalgic days that never return, some weeping, others smiling, entrusted themselves to the study that spins the day.

Alec was one of them.

My mother was still a magnificent child. I played with my friends in the corner of Tris till nightfall - no sadness, just the memories of those happy days spent with my beloved mother and heartfelt friends, causing little pain in my chest, Alec breathes out small.

(I wonder if Shiori remembers that, too.)

His eyes swayed with nostalgia, with a slight smile on the back of his mouth. It is never the fault of the mind that the phantoms reflected occasionally appear slightly.

Alec held her luxurious shoulders quietly so as not to disturb her concentration. Her eyes were pulled back to reality, and now she had a powerful smile.

I think it's okay. I felt like I heard voiceless words.

--The first song ends.

The guest seat is still quiet, forgetting even the blink of an eye and immersing itself in the finish. Alec smiled at the edge of his mouth as he saw young servants embarrassing Uncle Enkvist as he stood up from the guest seat fence on the second floor and watched the stage.

The dashi is very good.

Siori sat on a clothed chair with the shadow of a notebook and held her shoulders tightly, handing her the magic healing medicine.

"Thank you."

Having swallowed half of it, she exhaled relieved.

Mirage magic, which is larger than orphanage consolation, consumes more magic. In addition to that, it is an authentic concert that many leading people watch. I also realized that I was more nervous and focused than usual.

Stand behind Theori in preparation for the final song, "Stridia", blocking the line of sight from other participants who are waiting.

With no fever in their gaze, Alec raised his eyebrows slightly.

With smooth milky white skin and glossy black hair, Oriental Shiori is eye-catching. It may be because she is perhaps attractive, with her soft waist, some unrealistic look, and a strange smile that seems to be peculiar to the Orient, but Alec is well aware that they are not only paying attention to her appearance right now.

--A beautiful phantom that colors songs.

If you are simply enjoying music, it may rather get in the way. However, if you think of it as entertainment, the performance by this phantom can be said to be no more entertainment.

(When the concert is over, there may be more inquiries from the aristocrats)

Of course, Connie won't easily reveal the identity of a magical phantom player, but it might be better to stick a nail just in case.

I'm glad to see that Shiori's abilities are recognized, but it was also complicated as a lover to be badly noticed.

--Besides, Alec's future choices will attract more attention. If you return to the stage as a royal family, your gaze will certainly hurt Shiori. Officially, if the missing king's brother had returned with an Oriental woman for the first time in more than a decade, the noise would have been considerable. Those who do not speak will surely raise her to the spearball.

Even if you officially leave royalty and live in an urban well as Alec Deer, there will be no fewer barriers that stand in the way until then.

Zach asked me once. It was Shiori, no one else, who was hurt by being with Alec, a vague identity who was throwing herself at the city well while holding a royal title.

(I've already decided to walk my life with Theoli. Whatever happens, we must come to a conclusion. If anyone tries to hurt him in the process, I will protect him. Together)

Looking down at a lovely woman who has made me decide to face a problem that has been elusive for nearly twenty years, I think so.

--- For a moment, her angry, pale face overlapped.

Suddenly, a tremendous amount of pain and remorse burst into his chest, and Alec groaned slightly.

Ruli noticed something unusual and stroked Alec's feet. He nodded that he was okay with the gentle slime and exhaled shortly. Fortunately, Shiori doesn't seem to have noticed.

(... me and you...) Maybe... I didn't feel enough to fight alongside each other.)

I know she's not the only one who's wrong. At least the last year was short of time to talk. We should have discussed it even if we were forced to take up time. If she really wanted to, she shouldn't have talked about her decision in such a way.

I know that.

But if the time we spent together and the four years of memories were worthless, then she (...), who abandoned her royal identity and left, was truly thinking of Alec - I still don't know to date. I don't know if the thoughts she (...) has given me for the past four years have been true or not.

That is why the fierce anger and sorrow that was betrayed along with the remorse of dishonesty still grieve this heart.

(... you'll have to settle this feeling anyway, right?)

No matter how painful it is.

--I decided not to run anymore.

I put my strength in Shiori's shoulder-gripping hand. Obsidian eyes sparkled in the light. She smiled small and then tightened her expression again.

Next song.

A song of romantic love between a noble young man and a civilian daughter. And a young knight's secret passionate love song that reminds him of a witch who lives alone in a corner of the forest. The audience glanced at the young and beautiful man and woman who spoke of love in close proximity, which was reflected together with the love song that was singing two songs in a row.

Does it bother you that both the man and the woman who were projected look more like you? I wonder if I'm complacent.

With that in mind, she secretly laughed behind Shiori.

The song that follows is a babysitter song that appears in the old opera. Singing against the backdrop of the night sky, which paints a soft gradient from indigo to purple blue, scattered with countless beautiful stars like sand, the aria invites people into a world of calm healing.

And the last hymn. The gentle melody, which begins with the gentle sound of the string instrument, gradually increases the thickness of the sound by overlapping the instrument. A hymn spinning against the backdrop of Stridia's magnificent native landscape resonated brightly and forcefully in the auditorium at times of kindness, shaking the hearts of the audience.

--Eventually, the figure of the beautiful goddess with a loving smile melted away into the stained glass of the altar, while the singing princess's stunning vibrate was sucked into the arched ceiling with its aftertaste.

In the auditorium, it calms down like a blow to the water.

After a while of silence, you can hear applause from there. The sound of powerful applause stacked one after the other, eventually spread into the auditorium with a loud wave of cheer.

Brava!

Bravi!

An audience standing up and shouting compliments.

Full of excitement and enthusiasm, Felicia on the stage smiled as if a large circle of buds had flowered.

The players stood up and bowed deeply with the singer and the conductor.

A growing applause.

It's a great success.

"... yeah"

He smiled satisfactorily as he had done, holding Siori with a slight breath on his shoulder from behind. At his feet, Louis trembled happily.

Felicia raised her face and looked at us. Her best friend invites her to reach out. Another singing princess.

The guard knight gently pushed Hildegardo's back with a gentle smile as he looked back anxiously. Felicia and the Elvistam Symphony Orchestra are waiting on the stage.

"Go on. My best friend is waiting for me."

Hildegardo distorted his face like a tearful smile, then nodded and now smiled strongly. Walk toward your best friend waiting on stage.

The musicians who were waiting also moved to the location specified in the meeting.

The venue's applause has already stopped, and the audience is whispering to each other to see what's starting.

In the meantime, I gave Theoli a magic healing pill to prepare her for her last big job.

The symphony poem "Stridia", proposed by Felicia and rapidly played by all participants as an encore, This song, which was not even rehearsed by a simple meeting, was said to have no need to impose a phantom.

However, it was easy to predict that the audience who saw the performance of the "Live Movie" would certainly expect this for the last song. That was an agreement with Felicia and the others.

That's why Shiori shook his head sideways. She said she shouldn't let a thriving audience down just a little at the end of the day.

I checked the lyrics of "Stridia" in the short time before the show and suggested a phantom that matched them. The illusion of that song, which spells out the joy of the liberation of the motherland, is in line with that lyrics.

― ― Felicia and Hildegardo turned to the audience, watching everyone take their place. The gaze in the auditorium stopped.

The conductor's right arm was raised and swinging down.

The melody of the Elvestam Symphony Orchestra and the Tris Symphony Orchestra. After a long and majestic prelude, Felicia, Hildegardo - and tenor singers, tropical singers, boys and girls' choirs, and dancers sing together.

- Stridia, my beautiful homeland.

Long, cold winters are gone.

Spring Announcer sings a visit to Eternal Peace

The frozen desert sprouts.

Oh, my beautiful country.

A big chorus of famous musicians.

It is the birds that dance in the sky that are reflected in the background. The birds dancing freely with their wings spreading across the sky as they begin to whiten are colored by the beautiful dawn (Aurora) in daylight.

The bird, said to be the servant of Aurora, the goddess in charge of the morning and spring, flies gently as the long and harsh winter comes to an end, looking down at the earth as the snow melts away and sprouts color.

The audience that was supposed to be accustomed to the phantom several times stopped again. The view from the sky caught my eye.

The sight of the tower that the royal castle boasts standing on the hill, and the view that you shouldn't be able to see without climbing to the top of the high mountain, is reflected in the phantom without suffering.

--The faint night leaves and the dazzling morning comes

Deep darkness is sunny, light and life rain

A territorial recapture operation liberated from 150 years of imperial Drugast rule and regained autonomy. This hymn, which celebrates its victory and sings passionately about the joy and freedom of liberation and patriotism for the homeland, is also known as the second national anthem.

This song, which is beautifully spinned by the leading singers of the country, echoes their voices. Eventually, the "singer", which gradually increased as it propagated, filled up the venue.

Some have fun, others are emotionally tearful, young daughters and young people seem shy, and young children who do not yet know the lyrics perform improvised dances to the song.

A song of joy sung by the united people.

― ― The bud opens, the flowers smell, the earth fruits in gold

And the normal winter that comes around is sleep and healing.

Innocent nights pass in peace.

The birds will sing, and the morning will be full of light.

Fruit, prosperity, happiness

Stridia, my homeland, gentle earth (Frenvali)

The ancient language of the kingdom, interspersed with lyrics.

During the big chorus, Alec took a breath of surprise when he was called by his middle name.

(--Oh, really?)

It is also a symphony poem called the second national anthem, but it has not been heard for a long time. Instead of listening to music, I didn't even care to listen to the song. In the past 18 years, the lyrics of this song have completely faded from my memory. Alec was upset when he realized that part of his name was hidden in the song, which he had not listened to very seriously, which he had heard several times while watching music outside his area of interest.

Mother, this mid-name named parent, who hasn't been named for a long time, is probably from this song. It's been a long time since I've had the chance to check it out. But still, I felt like I had touched my mother's feelings, and my chest got really hot.

"... good luck, Stridia. My homeland, the gentle earth (Frenvali)"

Symphony poetry climax. Alec talks about this passage, which is repeated over and over again.

Siori's back shook slightly as she stared at the stage and diligently cast a phantom.

Holding his luxurious body from behind, Alec sings.

"Good luck, Stridia. My homeland - the gentle earth (Frenvali)."

The edge of the word trembled.

--Pocahontas. It must have been my mind that the droplets fell off the edge of my eyes.

However, one of Siori's gentle hands, which is a phantom, is gently stacked on Alec's hand.

Be fruitful, Stridia.

Happy birthday, Stridia.

Good luck, Stridia.

Beautiful land, gentle land

My country!

The study of the magnificent orchestra shakes the auditorium, and the phantom bird reflected in the background flies towards the clear sky. The fruitful magnificent scenery of the kingdom is far from the bottom, the land floating in the sea is glowing - and the world is swallowed by dazzling light.

After the sound and light disappear.

A few sparkling wings dazzled down and melted away in the air.

--After a long, short silence, the applause and cheer echo.

"Ooh...."

Christopher leaked deep breath as he watched the big chorus as he breathed from the upstairs premium seat. It is by no means my mind that the leaking breath is trembling.

"That's..."

That phantom. The sight that the "Heavenly Woman" cast reflected.

A mere man will never be able to see - no, that sight staring at the world from a distant height that has never even been seen by an uncle on the Trisval border, who is said to have the same power as the Four Dukes.

"― ― The perspective of the gods......!

No way. No way. That woman really is.

Standing hidden in the sleeves of the stage, he looks at the king's brother and the black-haired woman under his protection.

"... is she really... a goddess?

― ― The applause and cheer didn't stop.

As the auditorium was wrapped in an enthusiasm for emotion and joy, Christopher looked down at the black-haired woman with a tearful, weeping wife in his arms.