Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

That day, Weitzzecker Imperial College had been on purpose since the early morning.

The Weitz Empire is the best hegemony on the continent.

The College, where the sons and children of its kingdom aristocrats were gathered and also brought together outstanding citizens at home and abroad, is overflowing with decorations as if they embodied the prestige of the Empire in a luxurious white Asian building.

At the time when the co-located church rang the morning bell, the corridors swept away by the college servants were continuously packed with students moistened with irrepressible excitement.

An eye-catching blonde girl among them moves on to the corner of the corridor, which she thinks is the most spectacular.

Admitting the appearance, the surrounding students drowned simultaneously.

Her name is Bianca von Weitzzecker.

Wrapped in a rare purple dress all day long, she breathed in the refreshing air of summer and raised her voice, a beautiful figure that could be described as a rose at the beginning of the bloom.

Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready?

Once in a while, a strong response returns from the surroundings.

Both her cousin, Natalia von Klingbail, and member of the Red Rose Society, Else Taubert, all of whom were on the spot had dresses that were uniformly reminiscent of their colours.

It's not just the women.

Upper class boys such as Oscar Bernstein and Rolf Kvanz, who were not supposed to be in school buildings this junior grade, and even Gustav Suheiden, a teacher, wore somewhat purple ornaments and stood on the spot.

"I'm here."

Bianca's sharp groans make her surroundings squirm in unison.

Dozens of gazes were directed at the cobblestone path through the corridor, the hallway of the dorm room ahead.

The types of gaze vary.

Something tearful, something with a strong vision, something desperate when you burn the person who's about to appear in your eyes -

The trick...

Thus, from the darkness of the hallway, the moment your little foot takes a step.

Everyone took a lot of breath.

There it appeared, - exactly, the Spirit of Light.

The first thing that catches my eye is bright purple eyes, like crystals that shine in the light.

Strangely, in the sun, it also looks golden.

Long lashes or slightly tinted lips that sound like every blink is just a pitiful word.

Glossy black hair is braided intricately while increasing in length from the tip of spring and lowering only part of it to the shoulder. By the way, it was as elegant as a born princess to be adorned with pearls and laces and to flush a pure white veil behind her.

Yes, pure white.

On this day, the girl of beauty seen all together with the Spirit - Leonora von Harkenberg - had put together a white dress on its slender limbs, delicate enough to produce a sigh of sigh, not the usual thin ink dress.

There's one other thing that's different than usual.

The squire who accompanies her like a shadow is unusual this day to distance herself from the girl.

Instead, standing beside her, pulling that little hand was - the First Prince of the Empire, Alberto von Weitzzecker.

It's like, a width of painting.

The two beauties dressed in pure white costumes seemed, nevertheless, to be the connection of the promised Spirit.

And when you two take another step, the student who returned to me begins the chorus of a majestic hymn.

And some brought forth their bragging instruments, and added flowers to their examination; and some began to sprinkle white torpedo petals exaltedly.

"Make it an abnegation Virgin, dear son of light, Leonora!

"Leonora, please be happy!

Words of blessing are cried out by the people.

Kai, watching over the girl's back, listening to it, wept all the time,

"It's beautiful, Master Leonora..."

and groaned.

"-... no, you know, guys..."

The girl who listened to the caged words of her squire - Leo, who looked like her, leaks softly.

"It's not a wedding, so..."

Purple eyes that could not be stared at anywhere, in other words, could be called distant eyes, and the worried expression could also be said to be simply lethargic.

But Alberto, walking next door, picked up that confusing grunt of a girl and smiled gracefully bitterly.

"Well, well. This is their sublime behavior - they chose to behave after suffering."

Including me, right?

Pointed to a gentle glance as he added, Leo grinned back vaguely.

"Ha..."

So blurry, it's been three months, and I started remembering what happened that day.

That day - the last day of the Covenant Festival, the dawn.

The sky suddenly overflowed with light when Leo was confronting Alberto as he was looked up by a large crowd.

When so many covered their faces with blindfolds that they could not keep their eyes open, but eventually looked up at the dreaded sky, they breathed much more.

For in the sky, which floated a golden cloud in the morning burn, there was a woman with golden eyes floating in her dark hair.

A light that spreads from behind to a beauty that I don't think is the one in this world.

It was clear to everyone's eyes that its identity was the Spirit of Light.

"Hi... it's the Spirit of Light!

"Such, manifested elsewhere than in places with spiritual beads, etc...!

The people, the mentor, are tempted by its appearance.

But the beautifully brunette Spirit, when he gave them only one caged glance of mercy, turned his body around, as he had lost interest in the rest.

He then looked down at the balcony from a far height and said away with a frightening look at Alberto and his eyes open in amazement.

- Get your hands off that girl.

It's a voice that rocks your brain directly, neither Errand nor Weitz.

Even though he was not stretched up, he was a voice that would enter into the breasts of all who were there.

"Spirit of Light......!? Why..."

"Spirit of Light, why have you revealed yourself honorably...!

If Alberto gives a strange look, Safita asks in ancient Erandean.

The only little girl - only Leo,

"Heh,...!

(Why are you pretending to be the Spirit of Light again, Dear Al? Ahhh!?

He understood who it was and revealed a different kind of consternation than the others.

The Supreme Spirit of noble beauty - the figure of Alta, but also the agitation of the descendants, and so forth, is not in his teeth.

Instead she pointed to Leo with a fit as she lifted her much more beautiful fingers.

- I'll say it again.

Get your hands off that girl.

This witch... is no longer mine.

"What...!?

…………

Ask back as if Alberto had done a little.

Leo was also declared his own by the Reiki Golden Spirit, making his heart squeal for a moment, and he looked up all the while guessing his intentions.

Alta is trying to help me escape.

"Dear Al...!

Alberto stepped out to cover Leo, who screamed with surprise and gratitude.

"Your honor says something because of you. She is, indeed, a witch sent to live you, but her own, not infrequently. No matter how noble you are, it shouldn't be hard to set it free '

I say it back in fluent Ancient Ellandic for how versatile the hell it is.

But the brunette spirits narrowed their supposedly benevolent golden eyes and slowly told them.

- You don't seem to understand yet.

'... what is it?

- Who do you think is to blame for that daughter standing on the spot with five bodies satisfied?

To the bewitching Alberto, she leaned gracefully toward her neck and said away.

- I'm the one who saved her as she approached the abyss of death.

"The Abyss of Death......!?

Alberto and Safita breathe in the disturbing words.

At the same time, Leo was paralyzed in Alta's arms when he threw out a strong pulling word to let him grasp the audience's heart brilliantly.

And the Spirit of Reishi spoke gently to them, looking up to them as they devoured.

- You'll remember.

There was still a lot of blood dripping from this girl's outfit.

If all that blood had been lost from your little body like that, it couldn't have helped... so much blood.

If it's lost, I say, but I'm not saying it's lost.

In a way that was like a con artist, Alta smoothly created a "crisis looming on the girl".

- I could overlook this girl, who was chained, if she was not dedicated to the Spirit of Darkness.

But her soul seemed too glorious and fascinating to me.

So I helped.

What would have happened if I hadn't gotten my hands on it... you know what I mean?

Blur the tail of the sentence and entrust it to the other person's imagination.

But the Albertos, stunningly caught on to it, imagined the worst in detail in an instant and were blue.

'Oh my God...!

On the other hand, Leo roars with the thought of seeing an astute peer.

It's all true that Leo was chained, that his lust for money seemed appropriate for Alta's glasses, and that he was tucked away in gold coins.

I don't lie, but bend the facts and make them accept.

That should also be referred to as the Spirit of Gold, the argument was the demonstrator himself bursting with suspicious sales talk.

'You mean you healed her wounds...!?

Alberto asked with a strong expression, but Alta did not answer it directly, just said this and smiled.

- I liked this girl.

I wanted it, that's what I thought.

(Wow, this is also true......!

I remember Alta saying, "I want you," and Leo stings wondering what an advanced rush is like.

But such a thing as that, Alberto made his face harder and harder.

"I want, what..."

- What I know.

You make this daughter my witch and... serve me for the rest of my life.

――……

――……

Both Alberto and Leo were breathtaking in their statements about letting them serve their whole lives.

However, one is in despair and the other sometimes.

What a blessing to be a servant of the Golden Spirit for the rest of my life.

Alta smiled loosely at Leo, who moistened her eyes with vegetables.

- Come on, witch. Come with me.

Build a diocese that honors my brilliance, and thou shalt cease to be associated with all the worlds, and pray there.

That is the greatest mercy I can give.

What I command thee in exchange for salvation.

(Dear Al, I can even talk about the cathedral!

Leo almost glanced at Alta, who also weaves himself into a subtle request, for the diocese he had hoped for.

If this were someone else, you'd want to go in there and say, "You're too tight. Hey," unless there's a golden spirit who believes in it.

Instead, "Seriously, Pa, hey!" "That's right!" So touched, Leo looked up at her with both hands together.

Its figure of clogging the words, moisturizing the eyes and looking up at the Spirit, beside it, it only looks like a beautiful girl in tragedy, torn apart by those she loves in exchange for her life.

Alberto distorted the beauty of the white fairy by understanding why, during an earlier proposal, the girl spoke a language of rejection that seemed obsessive.

"Leonora... is what the Spirit says true...?

"Uh... right. It's all true."

If a stiff Leo snorts with his eyes swimming a little, the prince will cease.

As he moistened those ice-blue eyes to despair, he glanced at the girl's eyes with his trembling hands.

At that moment when the Spirit reached out, he changed color from purple to gold, right next to the girl's eyes -.

"... it's true..."

So I hugged that tight, little body.

"Oh my God... Oh my God, Leonora -!"

Ma Sara Morning Yang illuminates the two with redness that seems to burn, and the stretched shadow crawls through the floor without overlapping.

The light of one shard bounced on the young man's blonde hair, as if it were a tear, transmitted the girl's white cheek -.

(- End)

I finish my recap and think of those words.

Alta's production of "Beautiful Lies" was so novelistic or narrative.

And it also seems that its romanticized muscles perfectly matched the thought circuits of the aristocrats, and Leonora's departure from home, as well as Leo's escape from the aristocratic society, was accepted without any doubt.

To be able to cast light blessings on poor areas, the Basilica of Glory is to be built on the back of a lower town, for example, an orphanage.

The witch shall dwell there alone, and, if in trouble, borrow the wisdom of the poor and wise, not of the rich and foolish.

"All salvation goes to nothing" in case this code is broken and nobles with dragon blood take a peek into the girl's life or something.

Alta added this so that Leo could go home near the orphanage and that Lena could live freely after the replacement and dissolution, but even that was so accepted that the Leos at the time were amazed.

(... No, I'm sorry, didn't I?)

Correct it in your heart, and Leo has a distant eye again.

That's right.

People accepted the word of the Spirit but could not.

There was no voice to doubt that the story of the Spirit of Light was a lie or a fake, but to follow it showed a difficult color, and as a result, a great commotion broke out everywhere.

Firstly, Kai and Gustav, who, despite being with Leonora, had allowed the girl to come to such attention, attempted to resign less to blame.

Leo consoled him with three days and three nights out - "Look! I'm alive! Leo doesn't know that the" line will later be arranged for the Herkenberg Opera Company's iconic performance, "Lord, raw cheer" - and he managed to move forward.

Gustav was told, "If you think for me, rather, prepare a comfortable cathedral," and the cathedral created by the Knights exploding their spiritual power will be completed at an incredible speed of just three months.

Also as time went by, the Marquis and his wife, who were preparing for an all-army bee rise in Weitz, fell, and attempted confusion.

When I gave my beloved grandson a blood festival that drove him to the abyss of death, it was kind of a sign that he was about to start a black mass, so Leo forgave it for two months and continued to tell him, "Please, don't be trapped by such emotions for this one."

There also seemed to be a propensity to capture the men who participated in the ritual, but that too Leo hastily objected.

The couple burst into tears at the words of their grandson that they were just being deceived and wanted to entrust them with a role in the lower town - the questioning of Aryl Addo, he said, was extremely harsh.

Apologies to Aryl Addo, but Leo had even begun to thank his mentor inside, saying that it was gratifying that the couple's grudges had focused on him alone, not Eland or the Kys.

Now, in addition to that, Alberto, who now looked somewhat miserable, threw away the throne of the prince and went down to the city himself, and so on.

Well, then as an alpha, it was Leo who inadvertently thought that this time it would be his disciple, but he didn't have to think about it, and then the scenario of replacement elimination that Alta had prepared for me would collapse altogether.

So he joined Lena, the master of the mouth, and rushed in to stop him.

But things got confusing when Lena undertook to "leave her life in Lower Town to me because I'll take care of her".

No longer untrained by the prince's identity, but this time Alberto became willing to defend the girl himself, who is no one else.

Lena was also running out of words for this with the face of "Shit," but in the end, Leo let go of the misery,

"Let you, to the poor and wise, not to be, but to all around me, rich and wise. That way you may untie the words of the Spirit and change your mind."

It seems that the word somehow touched his harp line.

When Alberto looked stiff, he squeezed his expression and held his fist hard more than ever.

In doing so, the phrase he uttered, "Hang in the name of the King of Gold Coins," becomes the title of the song played by the bard and runs up the hit chart, but of course Leo has no reason to know it.

And besides, the faces of Bianca, Natalia, and the College, who knew a series of events, also panicked one after the other, and some fell, and some wept.

Bianca turned her eyes bright red and said, "Leonora, don't go...!" and Natalia cried, "If only I had gone...! And when I covered my face, Leo said," Shall I do something to fool them? "

(These people moan so vividly...)

The way the women mourn is really squeamish.

Leo grew more and more hungry when he saw them holding red rose parties and white lilies day after day, spelling out their grief in poetry, counting the number of tears, and taking them together and shouting their grudges against the Spirit of Light.

Because I want you to think about it.

I'm supposed to have died in the setup - and in fact, I didn't deal with the death crisis - but I didn't break up with anything.

I won't see him, but unlike the disappearance, I know where he lives.

What is the difference between friends who normally graduate and can't get in touch?

Leo, who had experienced many break-ups of this hand in the orphanage, had broken the area off to dry.

There were many voices of sympathy for abandoning the seat of the noble lady who had earned it, and for caging one in the cathedral of the lower town, but the Spirit says that he may interact with the lower town, and more importantly, that he wants it.

I've forgiven that over and over again, but they never understand me, and they say "poor thing" anyway, so Leo will eventually give up persuasion.

I was immersed in other kinds of fire extinguishers.

In the meantime, the grieving ladies gradually raised their faces and drove their ideas in a direction that was unexpected.

"Leonora,... I wonder if this means going to my wife"

Who was the first person to squeal like that?

Marriage, not running away from home.

My friend, who was wetting tears next to the student, returned it like this, feeling something falling in her heart.

"... right. That we remain in our world surrounded by jealous husbands and out of touch. … you can't rephrase it."

Seriously, the two staring at each other, the surrounding students, also inherited the words one after the other.

Well, it's true.

Only women with beauty and upbringing, and around that such things happen, just like that.

Leonora is undoubtedly the closest woman in the world to the Queen.

You can also snort that the Spirit will look at you.

A sober maiden is summoned by the Spirit and becomes a more honorable being......

As a woman, instead, she holds the highest honor as a child of man, in a pillar of a shining being.

- Of the Spirit, to the bride!

For the noble ladies, the word "bride" has the power to justify everything.

And again for them in adolescence, the lustrous idea of tragedy seemed something very sweet.

Wasn't the Spirit of Light a woman, and innocent scratches like that were left behind, and they became obsessed with the beauty of the title "Bride of the Spirit".

Thus, excellent in literature and art, they co-authored and published the book "Bride of the Spirit, or Virgin Leonora of Abnegation".

In those days, the air in the college said, "Is it pathetic for Leonora to leave the college? No, it's a joy to hang up, let's celebrate her dowry with the best smile!" It had been repainted with something tangible.

That's why Leo, who continued to contribute "dowry tools" such as a white bouquet from the veil and embroidery tools every day from them, was now advancing his wedding march with a slight facial pull.

(I've never thought I'd be subtle about what I get for free...)

Hold that thought.

Well, anyway, if they, who have formed friendships, albeit false, have accepted their parting from themselves without grief, it is a superimposition.

They now have a full grin that would have overcome the nobility's peculiar, dramatic, somewhere empty, intense ups and downs.

Leo saw their faces like that, not the floor where the change might be falling, and walked.

(... 'Cause I can pick it up now, on this occasion, hey)

Leonora von Harkenberg - The girl who was only allowed to attend school for less than a year will soon be gone forever from this world.

While in college, picking up what was falling there was a "cat bubble," but it was a thief and a crime to take things away from a place that had nothing to do with me.

Neko Baba and the deep groove between stealing.

That's all Leo decides he shouldn't cross.

(... and I've had enough)

Flowers. Needles. A treat. A gold coin.

And smile. Have a good time.

- Friendship.

Knowledge technology is the supreme property that will not be stolen.

And I'm sure memories are one of the few treasures that won't be stolen, and won't have been stolen.

Eventually, when you finish the cobblestone and get to the majestic iron door that once crept in front of you, Alberto stops walking.

He took a step away himself as he reoriented Leo's body so that his face could be seen well from his surroundings.

Thus told him in the usual, singing tone, as he represented everyone on the spot.

"Leonora von Harkenberg. We pray for your, your abnegation and eternal blessings from the Spirit"

To a good voice, we even stop breathing and hear each other.

Alberto continued his words, not with a cropped smile, as he had just met, but with a refreshment after twisting through his grit and determination.

"I couldn't stop you as a woman, but in other words, this relationship with you is eternal."

If this is a real wedding, an occasion to pledge eternal love.

Alberto, instead, vowed an immutable friendship.

"In us, you belong to no one. Just pure, just yours. Not as a woman to be loved and surrounded, but as an independent person. Not as a lover who doubts love and shakes emotions, but as a sober and Rin Virgin. We will engrave you in our hearts forever, with the same respect and friendship."

A woman should be protected by a man, a beautiful and helpless creature.

In such trendy Weitz, Alberto's proclamation, recognizing the girl as a single person and honoring her Rin strength, could also be described as a different color.

However,

――……

Leo, once watching Hannah, who couldn't even get her food to share because she was a woman, softly broke her mouth.

"... thank you"

By taking away the mad executioner filter, Leo, for the first time in recent times, began to confront this person named Alberto properly.

He also seems, after all, to be the owner of an aristocratic, romanticized thought circuit, the underlying of which is sincerity and honesty.

Lately it seems that young and old, noble bitches alike, are taking sides, and after taking office as kings of gold, I hear from every town that it is my dream to take away hunger and poverty.

I couldn't wait for his reign, and Leo just thought that.

I can't argue with my lover, if only we'd met differently.

If it were him now, we could have been best friends.

As Leo nodded, Alberto smiled calmly, taking his hand and lifting it high in the sky.

"Gentlemen!"

Turn to your surroundings yourself and declare in a tense voice.

"We swear here and now. Even if we don't see her, she's always beside us, and we can still be beside her!

The listening students shoved their fists up simultaneously and cheered awfully.

In fact, on the border of this day, when people from Alberto and the College are painted or novelled, a girl is drawn, all the more so, as if she were a spirit.

- The Weitz met the concept of "brain complementation," which was a monumental moment.

Eventually, when the cheer subsides, Alberto turns to the girl again and gently releases his hand.

So he gently narrowed and told Ice Blue's eyes.

"- Go away. Leonora."

"Yes.... Dear Alberto"

For the first time, not "the prince," but properly called his name.

Leo shook Alberto's hand and broke up.