"Isn't it terrible? It's such a fun thing to do while a person is being used for something outside his specialty."

A few days later, Dolcez arrives at Droupea and sees Kuders' face and complains without greetings.

"Oh, what's that?"

Kudels, who flees quickly, must know what he is doing. There's no way I can recognize anything other than the street performances I do with Amoena. I can't stand Kudells' attitude, and Dolce speaks directly about it.

"It's Amoena's dance. Even on the boat on my way here, I was really excited about that topic."

Certainly, the dance on the square, which began with the invitation of Kudels, was more reputable than expected. For the past few days, the city's square has become so busy that it seems to be a festival, and even the commercial guild has confirmed that it will be open forever.

"Oh, did you become that famous? As expected my Amoena"

Despite his unwillingness to drop her face, Dolcez's mood cannot be remedied. He narrowed his eyes and asked, in a sullen tone.

"Isn't it yours yet? Or did you propose?" "... you're less and less willing."

The irony of course is that no proposals are made. During such an exchange, Kafana came down from the second floor of the inn, perhaps noticing their voice.

"Oh, Dolce. At last the other side was cleared?" "Oh, Kaffana. It was really hard."

Dolcez looks down at his wife's face and immediately drops his eyes. The power of love is still great.

Cuffana then sends a letter to Dolcez, who asks for a hug. He said short words.

"This is a letter from him"

Dolce, received from Caffana, first noticed the letter's seal. I guess that's the only letter from who I wrote .... Wrinkles in the eyebrows and distorted expression.

"Are you guys? Well, I could write a letter to me."

The sender is the former Royal Dance Company leader, but apparently Dolcez doesn't seem to have much good feelings. He does not even open the letter and throws it into a cigarette ashtray.

He poured magic into the cradle box and lighted it, dropping the fire on the letter. It's a black goat.

"Oh, that's right." Kauffana mutters, watching the letter turn black and turn up ashes while being heated by the heat.

"Of course. What's more about a performance today than that?"

Then, Kudels shook his head so unexpectedly.

"Is it going to come? I'm fine just arrived. It's just now. After Amoena chooses her outfit, I'm leaving."

Soon after Amoena joins, the four head to the plaza in strong sunlight. Despite the scorching sun, the square was crowded with spectators waiting for their appearance.

And today's stage was a great success, and after all, the cleanup was over. Kudels talked to Amoena, who was cool in the shade, with a drink.

"Thank you, Amoena-san" "Oh, thank you Kudels"

Kudels sat down next to Amoena and suddenly said that.

"Why are you so particular about line dance?" "Because I like it."

Kuders does not miss Amoena's gaze for a moment. After exhaling, he asked again.

"I'm listening because I can't understand it."

Amoena then said this with a grim face instead of an answer.

"So, can you ask me a request before giving an answer?"

Despite a moment of murder at the rude word, Kuders nodded with frustration.

"Let's ask for the contents"

Amoena said something strange.

"I have one song I want to play."

Amoena sang her humming. The tempo is fast and the song is very bright. But for some reason, Amoena's face humming the song was very sad.

"Well, it's like this song, but I guess it's okay. If my humming isn't enough, ask Dolce." "Is it a famous song?" "No one in the area where I was born doesn't know I don't think Dolce probably knows it's a winter dance. "

Amoena would not talk, although she felt something impressive, but probably asked.

"Okay. Let's do it in a few days."

When Kudels nodded, he began slowly tracing the band he just heard.