Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 76 Night Royal Palace

This last partition of the ball as chief samurai is where I work, and even if the nobles treat me disrespectfully here, I can't let that brunette boy be humiliated or harmed.

We were entrusted with the banquet of entertainment, an exotic guest who did not even receive it to save the border, save the kingdom and save the royal family. And even the royal family was saved in one of those orphans, because they poked at the significance of the royal family, which was about to be mistakenly lost in a long tradition.

The atmosphere of the venue is swirling in malice through evil, the aristocrats looking for opportunities to make the benefactor a laugher and scorn. Most of them will have envy and love for those beautiful princesses, and they will all have no choice of means to take them away from the boy.

Nobles are proud of their upbringing, but they are therefore willing to argue (give) with dance (dance), that's how they are willing to cause it and bring it into rubbing, because dance (dance) is the privilege of nobility to be knocked in from young children.

Still, the ball begins.

The sound of music playing begins to spread and the venue air begins to change. The partition that separated the upper seats is also removed and the table is leaned against the wall.

The prize ceremony is over. The ceremony is about to move to the ball, a brunette boy who had no prize or reward publicly. But they are treated as the last guests to be named and admitted.

The most guests advance to the center of the hall… one?... nestled in the center carelessly by myself.

The aristocrats who look at it and laugh and mock them "have they been abandoned by their partners" and "the countrymen who don't even know dance" and "one looks good on the meditation trail" make a fool of themselves and point their fingers at them.

And the music goes off.

The orchestra sounds and the venue (hall) sounds.

That's divine dancing.

Everyone watches and stares breathlessly, the figure is graceful but variable and freely dances around the complexity of its feet like a mirage.

A boy who stood alone on the floor and was ridiculed by everyone looked troublesome with the sound and took a step, yes, just one step.

Moving forward in front of the beautiful princess, who refrains at the edge of the venue in just one step to disappear, the blonde princess is held in her chest in an instant with her hands together and hips held together. It was truly a moment of music beating.

And in the next moment, the vast venue (hall) was subdued, the chasse carved like a dream while leaving only remnants to dance and fly in just one step like dancing, the movement combined with grace and glamour was divine speed, a pure white dress flowing away like a spin and even scattered, the divine dance was naturally followed by leads like a flat to the heel on the ball and tow and inside edge, a beautiful remnants flowing through the floor with a combination of footwork that seemed to be both outside edge and infinite, a beautiful princess who was naturally followed by a change routine, a complex configuration that was invisible without being held without change in breathing, posture or even distance from each other.

A perfect footwork of sophisticated technology that can be called social dance, from PP to Chasse and Weave to Close to Curved Feather, and an undivided flow of steps and swings combined with twist turns and a host of beautiful spins like art.

I've never seen it based on the dance of a kingdom that uses only a few different steps that have been danced for a long time. It's a fast and big movement with a combination of turns on the legs, yet elegant and delicate as it flows beautifully, but breathtaking. It reminds me of the sharpness of dancing a sword dance with the goddess of war, where an overwhelming heavenly dance takes place, and the venue (hall) is just enchanted with no voice.

In an instant, I wondered if the song would end, and my partner would turn into a brunette princess, and quietly and gracefully dance like slipping on the floor with a big slide. From the venue (hall), only the sigh leaks, and when the song ends in love, it changes to another princess. No one can enter the scene (floor) in a fantastically beautiful sight.

The dance alone perfectly blocks the mouths of the aristocrats' well-rounded like fat rides, with no conspiracy or conspiracy, no gap to penetrate.

And whether it's an assassin, a bow, a sword, or magic, that dance (dance) can't be followed, it's fast, big, graceful, but it's complicated and irregular. You can't even predict over-altitude behavior and it can't be slashed. When you think you're in front of you, you're already dancing far ahead with the illusion left behind.

The princess and the countess dance one after the other, but no one else can go to the floor, and no one can step inside such a supreme dance of art.

The ball was suppressed (jacked) with all the nobles in the kingdom being turned into flowers on the walls, with the kingdom nobility as a crowd (mob) and only one leading actor.

A ball for the brunette boy dancing with the hands of one beautiful princess after another.

An overwhelming heavenly dance that even the nobles who were made into the audience of the recital could not step in dances scattered as they drew the curtains of the remnants.

Enchanted, glorified, envied and enthralled by the beauty of his dreams, he opens his eyes with blood to steal the technique and becomes enlightened by the difficulty of its complex technique.

A brunette boy who makes dozens of beautiful princesses dance on the floor and bloom their beauty, just invited to dance, that alone made the nobility look overwhelming, impossible to conspire, plot or assassinate.

It is impossible to capture that divine dance even if it is surrounded and attacked by an army, it would not be possible to swing a sword around a hundred people or plunder.

I can't even sign up for a dance as one of the noblemen who sent their eyes to the beautiful princesses and showed their love and desire, because if I danced, I'd be cut off a thousand arms, and I wouldn't be in this world except for that boy, who serves as the partner of that beautiful princess's spectacular dance.

And while refraining mainly from standing in a position like Fu's, if you look at the happy smile when you are dancing, you will not even realize what you are saying, and you will see with the envious eyes of the nobles in the venue (hall).

Even the nobles who let women grab and samurai beauties with no eyes, with gold and power, are endless beauties who continue to watch with envy, even ladies and courtiers dressed in expensive and luxurious dresses who are bored with gold will not have the courage to go out on the floor, a suicide act of great laughter, such as lining up with that beauty.

He ends up being a fool who doesn't even know what a labyrinth killer means, and just looks at the role of nobility and the forgotten fools as if they want it. Because it's not a dimension that you can deal with a low-LV nobleman who's relaxed without a fight.

And the final song. The first half of the ball ends here and we go into a break, a few moments had passed while we were just breathtaking and watching, the dreamy time was passing instantly.

The beautiful princess who appeared had amber skin. This is another world of beauty. When the world gathers to this point, the world really seems to keep going.

Don't you want to hold? They pose with each other's hands untouched, close enough to touch but just staring at each other untouched.

The final song begins still, this moves along with the exotic song requested by the brunette boy to the orchestra, the fierce but beautiful melody.

Enchanted by exotic, streamlined dances that no one has ever seen before, the dance is colored by passion and passion, like treading on your feet and slapping your hands and devouring each other intensely.

But there is no inferior place, on the contrary, everyone is fascinated by the sophistication, artistic dance, and the high level of skill that cannot be imitated, holding their breath.

The rising tune is accompanied by a more intense, dramatic and beautiful dance, rough, and the dance ends with a beautiful woman falling in with the final chapter (climax).

The venue (hall) is wrapped in the applause and applause of the broken thunder, and those who do not think well of the boy are also reluctantly clapping their hands to show it. It is obvious that if you insist that you do not understand the beauty, you will degrade yourself. You are clapping your hands to show them in a hateful manner.

Forgetting my pride as a nobleman, I guess the upbringing I was beaten into from an early age remained. Manners and dance are thoroughly planted as rituals, and that spectacular dance technique represents upbringing, and if you're going to make fun of that boy, there's no way you can do it because you're going to be asked to dance more than that.

The nobles who came here to mock the boy after watching the play were blocked in their mouths, and it is clear that they would be ashamed of themselves if they were no longer to argue. Because the pride of the aristocracy, the dance, was the only way to silence the aristocracy throughout the kingdom. Now the word is sealed, and the greatest weapon of the nobles with their mouths alone is crushed.

The harassment of the nobles' good at letting them fall on their feet, deliberately bumping them, causing them to cause it, hanging alcohol and stepping on their feet, is blocking and solidifying their mouths without being able to do anything. Hanging or hitting a leg on that is a daunting business, not to mention not being able to go in that dance, because in aristocratic society it means defeat in upbringing. So I can't do anything.

Sir Terry Sell, the second division chief, said that we were worried about the boy, but he was absolutely right, and I was the one who watched.

It's a living legend that looks like a boy, because he is the true hero of the Kingdom's miracle hero, Tan.