"No, you're nervous."
"The speech was very nice. Good luck."
In a cracking applause, His Royal Highness comes down from the stage and smiles with relief. I was impressed by the speech to celebrate the Red Moon Festival given by His Royal Highness, the student chairman, after the school director's instruction.
A speech like Your Highness, in which you sincerely put it into words and honestly tell everyone that you want them to enjoy what you chose to cook and perform. My heart shook at the fact that the whole school students took it honestly and favourably.
Because when His Highness decided to lead the student council, most of the students accepted that decision with a give up and a sneer.
The sights of His Highness surrounding Miss Linaria were too impressive, and many people were disgusted, but it was therefore a negative start.
I can't believe that's so applaudable and acceptable.
Feeling that His Highness's efforts to date had been accepted, I was glad as though I were.
His Royal Highness's speech would have been excellent by politely honoring not only the student council but also the general student for how much effort he devoted to this Red Moon Festival. That creates a sense of unity that unites students to create the Red Moon Festival.
Chandeliers, for example, are making this venue look sparkling and brilliant. What an alchemist made it. The trick of constantly flowing bright red sauces like that fondue seems to be the work of a whole family of magic guides led by Master Fein, and even the design department has suggested the placement of characteristic dishes.
The polite speech I made working up to the first class student who helped set up the venue made me happy to hear it too.
Speaking of just one thing that bothered me, it's the loudness of Mr. Leo's yellow voice when he touched on the fact that he pioneered a trading route to enrich the food.
The ladies cheered there, and if you look over, the full grin of those who were excited and red on their cheeks popped into their eyes, "Wow," "That's Leo," "For us...!" What a high and low voice of praise I hear.
... Though it is.
Though I know it is true that Mr. Leo has striven to shred us and that it is so wonderful to receive your praise.
After the heartfelt applause of the students, Mr. Leo applied to me for a dance with a happy smile on his face, which was the best glow of the day. I'm glad you took this hand, and I feel like I'm going to get carried away.
Because, Mr. Leo, it's so popular. This is how I dance, and I get anxious that I might fulfill it.
I'm so glad you and Leo danced like this. Though I am sincerely glad that Mr. Leo was admired.
It kind of makes my chest go away……….
I went home on this day with very, very complicated thoughts.