Sweet Reincarnation

What is the most glamorous place in the social world?

If people call deepening interaction with each other social, the variety is diverse.

Having a conversation over a cup of tea is also sociable, as is being interested in hunting horses side by side with each other.

Coronation for theatre viewing, dining, and long rides. If people get together, it's the aristocratic world that makes it a place to socialize anyway.

One of the most floral of these is the ball. A gorgeous place after wedding celebration among socializations.

For whatever reason, one lies in the age and facial rash of the main participants.

The protagonists of the ball are young men and women. Particularly because of the implicit understanding that the main focus is on bachelors, there are some calorific and awesome things about the participants.

A world of bandits and demons. Because of the many dangers, there are only a few people who come and go between town and town, especially young women. It is an extremely rare world to leave a town or village with their own home.

That's why the expectations of young men and women who don't normally meet for new encounters are unimaginably great for the average person.

It's like a boy or girl's school student who doesn't meet someone of the opposite sex at a cultural festival. Seriousness is not the same as a person who has the opportunity to come into contact with the opposite sex from day to day.

Besides, a place full of youth is a gorgeous and lively place to watch from the side.

Or the glamour of the dance itself.

Unlike a social place where you sit still, have a conversation, or watch a play in a big way, a dance place is a movement. Men and women dressed to such an extent as not to compromise the ease of movement dance in tandem with the same music. That still looks good.

Especially the fast tempo songs that take place to tighten the field can be a lot of fun to watch, although it's hard for you to dance.

"Baron Pappeno's Rest Warrant and Lady Firth-Mill-Pappeno, Lady Regina Pappeno"

Between the blue wolves of the royal castle, a loud voice sounds.

It is Sir Bolaña who is calling out his name aloud. He is a man in the position of Ritual Officer belonging to the internal affairs system, and it is the participants in the ball who are calling him up.

Now read out are two of Baron Pappeno's houses.

A large number of people are already waiting on the spot if you put them between the Blue Wolves, through the ceremonial mouth for admission from the hall, along with the highly read names.

That's not true either. Anyway, there's a place where you're in.

The Birthday Celebration Ball of the First Prince Renikis, hosted by the Duke's family.

The Duke of Kadrecek, a heavy town for the Kingdom of God, is a ball open to hustle and bustle honeymoon with the royal family, as well as a place for political propaganda to show that the country is wrapped up in stone as a royal family. A major event, powered by both the royal and the duke families.

Participants' facial touches are therefore diverse across factions, geographies, bloodlines and smudges. It's different from the balls there, and naturally the number of participants is out of step.

"Lady Baron Buzz, Lady Andante-Koura-Mil-Buzz"

One more name is called, and according to it, a teenager and a woman enter.

In her eyes she sees a sense of superiority, and in some of the things that have already entered the arena there are feelings of jealousy. That is stronger, especially from those who are supposed to be of the same rank.

These kind of balls. In the royal intertwined national events, among other things, the order of admission is also clearly determined.

Although it is obvious to amateurs to enter in order of rank, there is also a sequence at the same rank.

In particular, those in the middle and lower aristocracy below the high number of Viscounts are particularly concerned about the upward and downward relationships within the same rank. For example, even in the same Baron's house, houses with rich territories and solid connections, and houses that are falling and sucking, the former are seen in a higher position.

This sequence is determined at the royal discretion. If you think of it as a big mess, you can think of it as the strength of your opinion and influence when you tell the king. Definitely good enough to be above.

Therefore, those who are called later feel superiority over those who have already entered, and are jealous when what is called later comes in.

"Baron Lunsbadge Homeowner, Dear Morad-Hint-Mill-Lunsbadge. Baron Lunsbadge, Lady of the House, Lady Clausiante-Mil-Lunsbadge."

The place wandered.

It was called because, as a nobleman in the south, he was the landlord of the fingerfold. And more importantly, it is surprising in that the Baron Lunsbadge, who usually doesn't even appear on the table, brings his daughter directly.

The Baron Lunsbadge family is an old house called traditional aristocracy. It was common sense that His Majesty and I were not very close right now and tended to be caged in the territory.

That's your visit. I can't help but make noise about what happened.

I was in my forties when I was old. Instead of being a round face, an unattractive face. Gently gray mixed, dark red hair stroked with scented oil, spine in a pinned position. The attitude of entering these halls is peculiar to the aristocracy in some position.

The woman walking about the side is also walking with her spine extended again. He seemed slightly nervous, but his face looked a lot like his father's, including his round face.

When the Baron enters. He looked over subtly as he escorted his daughter.

Those who are seen to have a lower position than themselves. Many take such action to determine how many it is.

However, the Baron's behavior was slightly different from what he had seen. It's like smiling and hiding swordswallowing colors and looking for one person.

Eventually, where I saw the person I was looking for, I approached the person.

"Associate Baron Mortairn. May I have a moment, please?"

Baron Lunsbadge spoke out of a casserole-mil-mortern who previously became an associate baron. I was where I was colluding with some people, but it takes the form of a baron that's been interrupting me there.

Those who are interrupted also got it, conceding the place to a higher baron than himself, and moving away from the casserole.

"This is, Baron Lunsbadge. We're out of time."

Casserole shows gratitude by placing her right hand against her left chest. The Baron also gives his answer in the same manner with his chest stretched.

In a lump sum with the same southern nobility, traditional nobles, including Baron Lunsbadge, and emerging nobles, including the Associate Baron Mortairn, are unfamiliar.

Naturally, the two people who have just exchanged greetings are also opposing political opponents with each other, but sometimes they can be allies with each other in the Southern Union. Whatever was in our minds, there was interaction to the extent that we smiled at each other.

"You haven't had a chance to see Sir Mortairn like this lately either. Again, I wanted to tell you something to celebrate, and I'm here to speak to you."

"Thank you for your kindness."

"I have heard of Sir's work from time to time and I am delighted to be from the south of the same kingdom"

"Thank you for your help, my lord."

Casserole questions the exchange of social dictionaries.

This is how they are coming out of their way to speak up first after entering the room, so what only makes sense should they be coming out of their voice.

Casserole tries to guess why, including the predictions she doesn't want you to hit too hard.

I guess the baron also noticed the gaze that he would observe. With a gentle gaze, he even changed the subject to the wind he had taken care of.

"Speaking of which, did you come alone today? Sir also became an associate baron, and were you finally willing to welcome him to the side room?"

"No, I'm still a wife. I'm not young anymore, and I don't mean to. Besides, I didn't come alone."

"Well, what do you say?

"I was here with my son today. The lead role is one way or the other. Besides me."

The baron's cheek moved slightly. There were no other humans who noticed, but the Baron himself unexpectedly invested in making laughter.

"It is. Rumor has it you're a very good son."

"Yeah. He's an incomparably good son, such as me. I still rely on a lot of politics in my territory."

"Ha ha, Sir's troubles are more than rumours"

Laughing somewhat loudly, the baron scoffed at the casserole in his belly. Just because my son is cute doesn't mean he openly exposes his pro-food so far, there's more to nasty, too.

The Baron believes that nobility is treated with due courtesy because nobility itself treats others with courtesy. No, if it's a house that weighs not only the baron, but also something called courtesy and old tradition, it's something that has the same feeling, whether it's consciousness or not.

Being polite makes them polite, too. If you're being cross, the other person breaks their thanks, too. That's what a lot of people feel in socializing.

I poisoned Casserole's obvious protégé in my heart that he felt impudent and impolite, so this is why the rise to battlefield is nasty.

No matter, keep your face smiling.

"Dear Mr. Alfred-Mill-Enzensberger, Head of the Enzensberger Border House. Ms Oliga-Mille-Enzensberger, Lady Berger of the Border,"

Several twists ran to the Ritual Officer's calling voice.

Speaking of the Enzensberger Border House, it is a landlord that brings together the northernmost part of the country, and a famous family that, even looking within the Kingdom of God, enters the Ten Fingers. Heavy town, also known as the shield of the Protectorate, which defended its true share of civil unrest even in earlier wars.

For being faithful to his role of protecting the border, he tends to draw to the territory, and he was surprised to see himself.

The Enzensberger border ambassador, after a gentle greeting with some of them, has broken into a place where Casserole and Baron Lunsbadge are in conversation.

This is now the occasion where the Baron reluctantly leaves the field.

"Okay, I'm on this. We'll talk when we get another chance."

"Yeah, let's enjoy each other, the ball"

Whatever's inside, don't forget only the etiquette, the baron who left the field. Instead came a beautiful young man with blonde blue eyes and a woman with white and blonde hair, much like that.

"We're out of time. Sir Mortairn."

"This is the Enzensberger Borderline Uncle. We're out of time for this one. It's good to see you soon."

"Ha, I heard rumors Sir was coming. I had to show my face about this, and I came out of the country. Thank you, Sir Kadreček has caught you well."

"Oh, then it's like I'm the bait for fishing. It's been a long time since Miss Oliga has either. Beautiful as ever."

"Long time no see, Sir Mortairn. Congratulations."

Alfred-Mill-Enzensberger. A magnificent man of thirty-five this year, he succeeded the Northern Border House about ten years ago. He's a handsome guy with unconventional blonde hair cut around his shoulders, and even has an intimate vibe to go with his white skin. At one time, there were so many women who purposefully pushed to socialize from the centre to the northern border, but it was rumored that women's relationships had settled just since they succeeded to the bureaucracy.

The woman beside you is Olga. She is the daughter of Alfredo and the eldest daughter of her rightful wife. He is sixteen years old. She has blonde hair that resembles her parents stretched slightly above her hips, and is so beautiful that she is hazy. I'm a boxed girl who never leaves the territory on a daily basis, but I would fall into a pretty prominent category in today's ballroom. White, meaty and thin, everything is ladylike.

There is no gun knife method, and in a world where armed people walk as wide as they normally do, there are a minority of humans who let their younger daughters go out of town alone about their age. Not to mention, in high-ranking nobles with many enemies, including political opponents, it is inconceivable to let their daughters go alone in places beyond their own asylum.

The handsome borderline uncle was one of them, and his eldest daughter's escort went out on her own.

Regardless, it is also true that you, as a politician, contain many thoughts about going to the King's Capital on your own, but it is definitely the affection of your parents that underlies it.

In that regard, sometimes we feel strangely comfortable with both the parent fool and the prestigious casserole, and it's a relatively intimate relationship between houses. That's why we greet each other.

"Beauty is more polished than I've ever seen before. Maybe Miss Oliga will be the star of the evening."

"Oh, you're good."

Miss Oliga responded less than fully to Casserole's words. A smile, an elegant smile like a noble lady.

Prince's Birthday Celebration Ball. Here, wives, etc., are only accompaniments. The lead role is single men and women.

Among other things, there are expectations that if a single prince comes, there will be someone (Honmei) who will dance three times.

Good family style, good personal acumen, solid back shield, and even better, Miss Oliga, etc. will be in five fingers as a future Princess candidate. Going all the way to the Wang capital is also a manifestation of the high expectations around us.

Although it was a difficult and soothing conversation, the conversation with Miss Origa was also to be interrupted along the way.

Because the name of the main character of the ball was read out.

"King of the Kingdom of the Divine Kingdom of Plowlich, His Majesty Carison-Pektarev-Hazbnois-Mill-Laud-Plowlich. His Royal Highness Lunikis-Orlangufe-Hazbnois-Mill-Plowlich, Prince of the Kingdom of the Divine Kingdom of Plowlich. Her Royal Highness Nina-Matildi-Hazbunova-Mil-Plowlich, Princess of the Kingdom of the Divine Kingdom of Plowlich"

Kings, princes and princesses. Here comes the lead.

Along with the raised voice of the Ritualist, all but foreign dignitaries greet the entrants in the most salutary position with their right hand on their left chest with both knees attached. If you are a woman, bend your knees gently and lower your eyes.

In a unique atmosphere, it was a magnificent man and a young man and woman who came in through a special ritual entrance. All three of them wore truly stunning costumes, stretching their spines straight as cedar trees, and entering with a look of majesty.

Along with the music for royal admission to be sounded, the royalty walks to a predetermined place with escorts samurailed around him, after stopping his legs.

"You've all come a long way. Let's thank my son, Renikis, for coming together in this way to celebrate his birthday. Take it easy, everybody."

The majestic voice of the king.

Match your words to make it easier, and stand up and stretch your posture to each one. This isn't going to happen in hard to move outfits, but today we're all dressed for easy standing and sitting.

"Well, it's also chilling to say hello for a long time. Quick, but we'll start the ball."

In conjunction with the king's short voice, his son, Prince Lunikis, walks out into the center of the room.

The first pair are Prince Lunikis and his sister Princess Nina. I'm no longer a fiancé or lover, no matter what, than I am a sister-in-law of the same belly. That is also the message that someone from "Dance Partners Dancing at this Ball” will continue to be the main partner.

Princes and princesses dance in conjunction with slow, easy to dance songs. That's just a little used to dancing to make you call it royalty. Dancing dignified with a smile, in tune with the music, would be a testament to the fact that we are used to these places from day to day.

At the end of the day, we all applaud. With whom is the next person to dance with a prince or princess, stirring up desires.

As a pair of invitees are called one after another and dance every few pairs (each), you also begin to see the rush of who will be whose partner. Among other things, those who appeal to be royal opponents are desperate.

Around the end of the dance.

Will it be half an hour already with just the number of people?

A subordinate of the organizer, the Duke of Kadreček, advances to a prominent place. It's the announcement of today's entertainment.

"Now, lords and officers of your gathering. Ladies and gentlemen. I will be revealed in His Highness, whose birthday I was celebrated for the first time tonight, but a young hero will perform a sword dance to you if you do not show his festivities on this sunny day. I'll dance with you, Baron Mortairn. Sir Pastry-Mortellen. Together, Miss Licoris-Huberlec, a servant of the Huberlek border uncle. Please welcome us warmly."

Pastry and Liquorice came out in the middle of the field with those words.

How much practice did it take? Attract the crowd with a grand walk.

Pin, and from a tense movement, Pais dances slowly.

Liquorice sang it so she could go along with it.

Dancing and singing.

While everyone remembers admiration when both are wonderful. One man shrugged.

"Then, stupid. I bet you can dance with that... well, songs..."

Shades of whining such as stunning itself.

The Lord of that voice was from Baron Lunsbadge.