--The royal castle is the Princess' office.
From the 3rd floor, where the lid room is located, there are two levels down.
The room existed in a special space on the ground floor, not connected from the entrance of the royal castle.
To reach this location, you will need to go up from the first floor to the third floor at a time and then descend using a different staircase.
Such a pleasant place was a calm place for Lilac, with little concern for the bad sun or the lush atmosphere of the trees from the windows.
I still work for the administration today by lighting the dark office with ore lights and lanterns.
Her daily routine has not changed since the opening of the arena.
Quiet and beautiful melodies reminiscent of snow scenery in a quiet brush room. I no longer hid it, but played my favorite music to encourage my concentration.
There was another person sitting on the sofa in such a room, slowly tilting tea and sitting with a sinister face.
No matter how many times you brew it, it won't work like that maid.
When I thought she might disappear someday, the princess asked me to make a teapot that I hadn't touched.
I poured hot water into my hand and tasted it, and the subtle tannins were irritating my mouth.
If you had a maid here, the shards would have laughed and said that they had caused too much fine tea leaves.
He was aware of the danger of the road, as the time to steam was not all.
"- Hmm. How about that, Futa? Ready?"
"Uh... no, no. It's not going to work."
"Yes, sir? It's still hard."
Lilac, who put the pen back on the stand, slowly stretched his eyes towards the sofa.
The good fragrance of black tea itself was floating well.
Sometimes I miss my mouth, and I wanted to taste it if I could.
Young man - Futa's expression was not bright.
"If I had a corona, I'd make it quick."
"Well, she's been seeing her too. Just like you, we're not the only friends."
Well, that's true.
Recently, Lilac was aware that Futa went to the dining room (Taberna) lute and occasionally played with Izna and others.
Similarly, Corona doesn't meet anyone on vacation.
There is no reason to blame.
However, Futa's face was a little troubled when she couldn't even serve tea satisfactorily at the tea party because her teeth were itchy.
A lilac with a loose corner sits on the couch opposite the lilac.
The fine skin sank my hips deeply.
"So, what are you talking about? I'm a little surprised that something is unusual."
"Oh, no, I'm sorry I took so long."
"No... that's not it..."
Lilac slightly sharpens her lips as she lowers her eyebrows unfortunately.
Unusual, but not unpleasant.
However, when I saw his reaction, I was likely to be reluctant to go any further.
"Anytime. It's never that hard to make plans."
Yes, thank you.
Lilac smiled back and nodded.
I just don't feel like it's going through.
Lilac, gently stroking his lips, turned his unhappy gaze towards him.
"... let's get down to business."
"Ah, yes. Master Lilac, is there something wrong with me?
"Especially. As usual."
Really?
With a slightly worrying color, however, Futa opens her mouth for the point.
"I think a lot of fighting swords will be opened in the arena from now on... Unlike the tournament, I'm sure there will be more and more cards like Colosseum."
"Yes, that's right. I also want to explore the best solution by thinking about new things in the tournament format."
"So... about the athlete's admission?"
Entry?
Lilac leaned her neck without thinking that there was a mention of such a part from the lilac.
That's true. There was no particular interest in entering the Colosseum, and there were no plans to enter the tournament originally.
Spectacular, though, the court wizard was used to perform at the entrance - to that extent. Then pasta improvised to introduce athletes, so much so.
Nevertheless, more than Colosseum, what does Futa say about "admission" that was out of Lilac's consciousness?
I wish it wasn't the wisdom from pasta, but I stared at Huta like I was discerning it.
Take a sip of the tea that was poured into the cup. It is slightly tender and wrinkles appear between the eyebrows.
"This is exactly what I was talking about when I was having dinner with Izna."
"From a gladiator to gladiator? I see. So?"
Yes, so...
Lilac would open his eyes to the next word.
"For each athlete, separate music... theme songs? How about flushing?"
……
"Oh, Lord Lilac?
"Go on."
Eh? Ah, yes.
My eyes were closed.
"Originally, I was connected to the conversation that Eilon could play the viola, but I thought it would be cool if, for example, she started playing herself, switched to an orchestra, and came in. I don't think Iroon will play the viola, and I think it's a little different to come in while playing more... then, from the beginning, let's play the music separately and use the loudspeaker magic device to make it sound to the spectacle..."
I was explaining this to Futa.
However, I finally raised my face, worried about the intimidation that gradually leaked from the girl in front of me.
Together, a strong eye penetrated the lid.
"... Master Lilac?
"I see, I see. Indeed, it is true that I miss hearing in the five senses. Music... hmm"
Her manners are thought-provoking.
Think about your own entrance scene. It wasn't bad to be introduced and go through the snowflakes in a grand way - but it wasn't bad for the audience to quickly recognize "Lilac is coming" by flowing their own theme.
No, I'd rather not.
Looking back at the puzzled fouta, ask.
"... what kind of song do I like?"
"Ride on!!!
Whether you want to hear more or think about the situation, not to mention the budget or the rights like pasta, Huta entered without thinking about Lilac talking about her theme.
She coughs lightly and shakes her head.
"No, it's not about being ridiculous. I just want to ask you how excited you are about this arena. I am never listening to myself to satisfy my vanity."
"I didn't say that, Lilac...."
She tilted the teacup with a cool face, but apparently forgot the tenderness of Fouta's brewed tea.
Move your eyebrows slightly again and place the cup back into the saucer.
"When I say Lilac-sama's image... is this what it looks like after all?
A gentle hand sign on the lid that shows the entire room.
If you ask me, it's been a long time since today, the sound of the orgall given to her.
But Lilac thinks a little.
"Don't you feel a little chilly when you enter? It lacks excitement."
"That's... true. Ah, but"
After listening to this song, Futa notices.
--You don't have to notice now.
Maybe that's how the villain feels.
"... you think I'm a villain?
"There is no extinction."
I was pulled by all the Orgor songs, and I was distracted by the fact that it was her choice of music.
She shakes her head in a hurry, apparently in a bad mood, and even admires her when the magnificent music suits her.
While Lilac, who understood that he was in a mood, was pointing his cheek cane at him and expressing his unwillingness to refuse... I don't feel bad about being lined up with compliments.
"... then"
Yes, what is it, Master Lilac?
Then bring me a song that suits me. I'll hire if I like. "
Eh?
"Is there a problem?
Lilac looks at the surprising lilac with her face washed away.
Honestly, I don't want to compromise on something like this, but if Huta chooses, there is room for reflection.
You wouldn't be so upset with yourself.
If I liked it, the line of defense was tight. If it's a hot ladies' project, just stick with it.
When she thought so, Huta shook her head with a lack of confidence.
"The more Lilac songs I choose, the less confident I am in my ears. Besides..."
Without confidence, if you choose mine, the word is pulled into the back. Futa's continued words are the best.
"There's no one who can compose."
"That's definitely..."
"If you introduce me to a court musician, I will try my best....."
"A court musician?
Pasta told me about the intersection of power.
Lilac had an unexpectedly neat expression, even though she remembered it.
Lilac's reaction was unexpected, even as a lilac, just because I thought it would happen naturally if I asked for music.
But she pulls her chin as convinced as she is.
I see. Beatrix?
Huh?
"I remember what she said about using music, and promotions are her business. Didn't you tell Beatrice about this?
"Yeah, yeah. Yes, that's right."
"... as a result, the court musician Tsutse. I see."
Was it kind of awkward?
When Futa looked at Lilac like that, she unexpectedly remained calm.
"I think you're mistaken, so I'll fix it."
Yes, what is it?
"I don't want any more trouble than it involves power, so I don't use court musicians."
"What? Is that all right?
I couldn't think of their members or the option of omitting them if I considered their standing position.
Including the stories I heard from Pasta, it's a respite.
But Lilac shakes his head loosely.
"I don't care about that area."
That's what she said the other day.
Pasta said yes, but more than Lilac cares, it really does. With all the trust she has had, Huta doesn't doubt her.
He nodded, but when he did, he put his arms together.
"I don't have enough people involved in music....."
"Yes, sir? By the way,"
Yes?
She looked around the room and then turned to Futa again.
"--Who made this orgall?
"Ah."
Well, Futa remembered.
If I was told, why didn't I notice?
She also gave Fouta an orgal image of herself.
I don't know if she's making it herself, or if she's asking someone to do it, at least.
If you ask her, something may open the way.
"Okay, I'll ask Corona!
"Yeah, that's right. I look forward to it, Futa."
Yes!
Lilac raised her face to Huta, who just stood up when she got the answer.
"I don't mind if I go a little slower."
"No, I'll do my best to live up to Lilac's wishes!
"... is that so?"
I watched him quietly stop to see Corona right away.
Should it be a good idea? Huta left the room saying it was for Lilac.
I dropped him off... and for a while she looked at herself in her teacup and slowly stood up.
The office is in a secluded place, and people rarely come through.
If it were Lilac's castle, it would be a respite.
She strokes behind the curtains in the back of the room and opens the drape for a while - somehow. Wonder. It's not Lilac, it's Lila.
Leave the room in a gentle motion, pick up your skirt, and rush lightly.
When I saw my back going further, I called out.
"Huta, what's going on?
"Ah, Lila! Perfect, get in the consultation!
His shattered smile was there.