- 10 days ago.
Pasta, who decided to hold a performance at Spectacular Club, stared at the content of the performance (set list) that had been elaborated so far, and put a cheek stick on the desk with a thoughtful face.
Not so much as rehearsal. Results of streaming music through a trial, measuring the time it takes to move equipment, and calculating lugs for production.
It's too subtle. That's about one song.
She had been worried for some time about what to do with this delicate frame, as she put a talk into each song, prepared a description of the song and a novel.
This is Mirabelle's song. I want to impress the audience one by one. I want to sell it as a bluff record.
It would be best to sell off the performance as a video, but if you do that, Corona's life will run out before that happens.
A record that plays sound simply by pointing a needle and dropping it in the groove of the disc was a very convenient substitute in that sense.
Though inexpensive, regenerators are for nobles because they are magic devices. Then there's no problem selling it in a riot, she says, smiling alone.
I shook my head to return my deviant thoughts.
"Wow! Wow!"
Front of desk. The office of her mansion.
In the middle of it, she looks like a woman playing around sprinkling Gard notes.
Disrupting the orange ponytail, he waves his hands happily from the bottom of his heart and winds up the gold, a terrible sight that, given his age, makes him wonder if some medicine is good enough.
"... Mirabelle"
"Wow! Wow!"
"Mirabel!
"Huh?
Pasta sighs loudly at her as she turns around in a glittering sky gard note.
"... I'd like to ask you for another job."
"Are you still giving me the money!? I'm already full!
"Did you eat it?
"You're not going to eat it!
"Well, that's fine. If you don't want it, don't need it."
"Ahhn, I need it! Whoa, whoa!
"Who told you to flatter me like that!!!!
Mirabelle begins to imitate the sound of a dog even though she didn't ask for it.
It's the end of a situation where the audience is too bad.
It would be pathetic to hand over a reasonable amount of money in consideration for a composition.
Although I think it would be good to give him only the money for dinner that day, business is business.
As I gave up, Pasta told me.
"I want another song, but I don't have enough time to introduce it. You don't have to like it as much as usual, so I want you to make it, okay? It should be less expensive than the other songs and of a quality commensurate with it."
"?? There are no good or bad songs to make.
"... the difference in values."
Mirabelle had a hard time ordering, or sighing pasta.
However, her pride as a "business owner" is unacceptable in demanding the usual quality of the song that fills this ruler.
On the contrary, I was not willing to pay the same amount as the previous songs. Because it will reduce the value of other songs.
I squeezed my head and raised my finger against a slightly troubled pasta without a mi-label.
Ah, that's right.
Looks like it's not a crazy idea.
"What are you talking about! I just have to work half as hard as I can!
"... well, yeah."
Half, the way you say it, first makes you feel the lack of vocabulary.
How can the lyrics be so solid in this way? I don't understand this.
However, Mirabelle's suggestion was misguided and correct.
Well then, Mr. Pasta! Let's make up a lyrics!
--Certainly. If you only compose a song, it fits the conditions of the pasta.
"I see. Then who can I ask for lyrics..."
"Eh!! Mr. Pasta, let's do it!
"I can't write lyrics."
If you write it yourself, only money goes around in the Olba Chamber of Commerce. Regardless of whether it was healthy or not, it was not a bad idea for her to leave her chairmanship and be treated like an outside advisor.
Except I don't like it.
"I don't have that kind of talent. I studied for a while."
Lots of stories to read.
Among them, I was able to understand the shape of a cute girl who looks good to the public.
However, the more she thinks she can write lyrics, the less she believes in her omnipotence and, above all, she doesn't underestimate her ability to write lyrics.
Anyone who can write can write novels and lyrics.
A girl named Pasta has never lived an optimistic life.
"Then I'll fix what Pasta wrote!
"... why do you want me to write it?"
"Hmm... why?
Though this girl leans her neck with frustration.
I am not just an idiot when it comes to music.
I think there's a reason to wait for her words.
"... why?
"Can't you translate your senses?"
It's terrible!
Mirabelle put her arms around her eyes like a baton mark and worried for a while.
She finally opened her mouth when Pasta put his hand on the second cupcake.
"... pasta-chan, why are you so slow?
"... did you spend that much time?
"Huh? It's not that long - there's less cupcakes! Drink!?
"Think of yourself before you doubt people, fool...."
Even though it is good.
The word "pasta" came to her heart.
"Pasta" and pasta are different things.
Pasta is the only person responsible for pasta.
The reason for taking a pen is:
He exhaled and took a blank scroll in his hand.
So you figured out how to write.
Mirabelle approaching the desk while listening.
"If you tell me how you feel, I'll fix it for the lyrics!
"... feeling, hey. So what should I draw?"
Write song lyrics! In a start like this, it's too wide to write anything.
Mirabelle thought for a moment and said.
"Do you have any thoughts you'd like to share with anyone?
It's a theme. For Mirabelle, it is often the lyrics that connect what she thinks and feels. It can be described as a lyricist.
Of course, I don't have any know-how, and I can't explain that to this genius skin that I'm not studying.
"I'll tell you what."
"Well then, I want to say it, but I can't say it!
……
A pasta with a cheek stick to hide the area around your mouth and a thoughtless look away.
I want to say it, but I can't say it.
It makes me so angry that there are emotions that are evoked immediately after being told that.
"Are you going to let that go? Aren't you an idiot?
"People who listen to songs don't know how you feel. Because other songs are lyrics for everyone."
"... is that so?"
In fact, it was the first song that had no time for talk and no time for explanation.
Perfect if you dare to save it. I am convinced that is also the case.
I feel that the outer moat is gradually filling up, but such a thing is an after-party at a time when any strange events have been approved.
"... it's just, hey"
"What is it?
Gently staring at the dumb face with the small neck tilted, the pasta moved the mouth that remained hidden.
I don't like talking in front of you.
This is all the more true because it will be corrected into lyrics.
However, Mirabelle said with a chest full of laughter that she could rely on.
Daiiiiiiiing! If I pull my head, I'll forget it!
"It's convenient...."
Fu, I laughed and practiced the lyrics until that night.
"Aah!?
― ― Arena Spectacular.
Fireworks are rising.
They were launched from the outer wall of the spectacle and were visible from the audience seat.
Wow! Beautiful! "
"Oh... I'm falling in love with you..."
A blooming flower in the sky that illuminates children's eyes.
However, the position where the flowers can come first is the stage itself, not the guest seat.
Looking around. An empty flowerbed thrown into the sky, everywhere.
Apparently that woman did it.
Without falling in love, she raises her mouth and sends a signal.
She laughs like kicking up the butts of stupid staff.
Try not to lose to the sky, but rather to make the sky a helpful backdancer.
She screams.
"The third song!!!!
Diffused audio. The magical power that was never broken or removed fills this spectacle.
At the same time, it resonates with music made by Mirabelle.
An orchestra prepared by the Olba Chamber of Commerce for this day began to make happy and fun sounds at once.
The title is.
"--Love, Flower Heart!"
Mirabelle's fixes made it a little overheated, but "pasta" would be fine.
Exhale to cool your slightly uplifted cheeks.
I spinned a song.
--Instead, scattered flower seeds danced into the dry desert. I will live, I will live, and the grace of the rain and a little food are desperately gathered together in this body, and sprouted under the sky.
The song sounds and the fireworks rise.
I wonder if it is my gender. I prefer to shoot flowers in the sky to grow flowers in the earth. "
North of Spectacular. The princess laughs at a man who still looks up at the sky in a daze.
Empty flowers before I put my hands behind my back. The same heat as feelings for the stars dominates the princess's heart. Oh, one day. He wants that.
And to get the stars in the sky, first.
Anything that gets in the way of pulling your feet must be cleaned up with your surroundings.
"To be honest, I'm sad. Gracial"
She shakes her head loosely and says.
"A gathering of Noble Ministers to support the royal family. That's... why are you interrupting the royal family? I don't understand this. For the time being, why? Is it because I am called" Rape Male "?"
"... hah. Nothing to do with the royal family. The time to live with loyalty and heartfelt justice is over."
Gracial finally regained his energy and smiled tirelessly.
"The kingdom's economic base was dead. I was just waiting for him to die loosely. I won't let you tell me that you don't realize how fragile you are."
……
The word is correct. The kingdom's economy was on the brink of sunset.
But I couldn't find a solution. Nobles, royalists, industrialists and factions - even merchants unrelated to the castle - felt that way.
It is more obvious than looking at the fire that even the King's City was in a state of dire security at the time of the slum.
"We're all tired. A war with a faction. He had a reserve. The treasurer desperately tied up his financial resources and pressed for more taxes in a way that he would eat tomorrow for today."
"That's right. Richter was having a lot of trouble."
"He's not the only one. The incompetents were incompetent, but there were many who knew there was no future. About your own territory. About my house. You think it's possible to leave that behind and prioritize the royal family?
"... I see, I see."
No, not yet.
It was the same everywhere that I couldn't turn my neck economically.
Everyone was suffering. All nobles serve the royal family under the same conditions.
There will certainly be a difference between competent and incompetent. However, I am certain that nobility still exists because I have supported the royal family for generations.
I still serve the royal family because of the genealogy of such blood.
Nothing, I am not grateful to the current royal family. I just do it because my parents' age was the same.
With that level of loyalty, how can you take the royal family and family?
This is Gracial's claim.
Lilac closed her eyes. It cannot be said that it is not my fault. But in the end, this proves that the King has no appeal.
Gracial shook his head, not knowing, to Lilac with a cold expression.
"Even so, they kept their nobles in shape. It could be said that it was only the shape, but it was still better.... but you've partnered with industrialists and Richters because you can't use it right now, trying to cut everything off. It was you who made the blood lineage first!!!
Spectacular management.
It was indeed a gospel. The inclined economy of King's City, the smoke of its resurrection. No one thought the economy would spin out of the entertainment industry in this pressing world.
That is why this success is great.
But Lilac monopolized everything.
There, I rejected all the nobles I had ever served.
Gracial pointing fingers.
Lilac sighed small.
"Do you want me to say that I understand the point twice?
"Brr...."
Gracial's last complaint was:
It didn't resonate enough to say anything.
"I don't care about the nobility you've been serving."
"I mean, the royal princess... did someone help me?
There was no light in those eyes.
"A prince born before me, and a brother and sister born after me. --Stepmother, who is the leader of the royal castle who lifted them up and sealed me up?... I don't think so."
Tilt your head, and in the light of the fireworks, a dark flame lights up.
"I will not help you personally, but save you who have supported the royal family?
Then.
"Shall I smash it? Kingdom, none of my business."
The princess laughs.
--I 'm thirsty. It looks hot and frustrating. Enough, I've thought about it many times. But at that time, the shadow stopped and crouched, like blocking a strong heat.
The song sounds and the fireworks rise.
"Ooh...! Hisasa, fireworks! I miss it!"
To the east of Spectacular. He turned his back and smiled joyfully as he flew a lined soldier with a hammer axe.
"When I was a hungry demon, I used to roll on these lawns with my childhood friends.... how about you guys, you like fireworks?
"... well, what do you think?"
A song of a resounding girl.
Contrary to Izna, who raised his mouth corner, the old man shrugged his shoulders like a fool. And then...
"Nah... the time to detonate...!!
The look of a cliché woman.
Izna is a stranger, but her name is Swiren.
The "healer" who was driven to the front line simultaneously did something like a magic teacher who handled the spirit of the dead, to even heal and push those who were rolled by Izna.
The expression was stained with astonishment and despair.
"Looks like the princess did a good job."
"--Princess Lilac....!
Squirrel bites her lips in disgust.
However, the presence of Lilac at the scene is somewhat unexpected.
"Then!!
Looking at her, she screamed.
"Kill him too!! Let's say you killed him!
Izna's eyebrows twitched.
The elderly man continued his words like other personnel, as he was convinced.
"I see. We protected you from death, too, but you didn't make it?
"That's right!!
Izuna sighed at the watermelon she was eating.
"Indeed, the princess is quite skilled. I want to fight in that arena someday. But... you're an idiot."
Looks like Izna shook her head all the time. I can afford it.
The attacking soldier was stunned with a black hawk karate and rolled to his feet to laugh.
If you are to be resurrected even if you blow it away, you should be stunned at your feet, based on simple and clear theory.
"Unfortunately. Gladiators, no matter how fierce a battle, don't kill them... they won't!!
The glowing night sky echoes the joyful roar of a man.
--I was glad you poured me some water. I was glad to hear that it was painful in such a place. That's why the flowers are opening now. With that blooming, painful, hidden face, just for you.
The song sounds and the fireworks rise.
"Ah-ha-ha!
……
South of Spectacular. A loud sound of iron and iron.
Neither the soft girl's singing voice nor the glowing spectacular colors get into sight.
That battle, however, looks only at one another.
The difference between boyfriends was obvious.
"Ahahahahaha!!!
……
Let's laugh. Let's laugh.
The moment Iroon's fist was gripped towards the prime.
The cross that flew from a long distance tried to eat her thighs off, aiming at her.
Along with the thumping sound, I also got a scratch on the eye-rune.
"... I don't think so, but I wouldn't call it cowardice."
"Ahahahahaha!! No, no! If that's all you can do!!
"- Yes."
The Prim, who carelessly stood by, was still intact.
It's just a tampering wound on the back of an eye-rune that breathes away.
What Prim is doing is a really boring simple operation.
Without forgiving any fist spacing, you aim for a critical position from afar and scratch your body with a twitch.
Throat and torso. Slowly strengthens bleeding while always targeting where a single hit can cause fatal wounds. I hate Primes - the way they kill.
"It's your favorite killer. Happily... just die like that."
"Ahahahahaha!!
Prim frowned uncomfortably at the laughing eye rune.
In the back of that mad laugh, it seemed like a few pupils-- something.
"--This is it!! This is what I wanted!!
Yeah, that must be it. As if you were telling yourself.
How to escape the opponent's full power and win.
Cowardly Superior, we kill the opponent with all our might. That's the only way to reach heights... even if I tell you that.
I don't know if "she" agrees with me now.
"Ah, yes. Get the hell out of here."
"I refuse!
The night of the sword dance continues.
--Love, flower heart. I love it, it's the best in the world. I've been watching it ever since it was the sun you left me alone. Wherever you look. The happiest time is for you to come and water me once in a while.
The song sounds and the fireworks rise.
"... why?"
In the west of Spectacular.
Found a bunch of fools, Huta initially intended to suppress them without asking questions.
Lilac's instructions were simple.
Gracial wants to ask you something, so in some cases you may want to leave your seat. In that case, I want you to go and take control of the "West".
Though she told me to go wild, I still have feelings for her to worry about.
That's why I'm going to go crazy and come back. That's what I thought.
But...
Who's the man holding his sword now?
"... it's a terrible thing to do. Master Huta."
"Shit, why are you here? Why..."
There are already five or six wreckages of those who call themselves the Gifts. All Fouta slashed and killed in one blow.
"--I 'm covering for them!!
"It will be decided."
The battle began and ended.
Two people facing each other. Many soldiers show up behind armored knights to support them.
"Because I... am the head of this group."
"That's right... you are... the king's knight, and I told you to be happy with Lilac!!
"But now she's following a path that won't. I am moving away from my own happiness and steadily trying to realize my ambitions involving the kingdom."
"... so you're going to kill me?"
"That's right. That's not Lilac." Rapist. "
"I see....."
Draw out the sword and face Bisiedo.
"I thought I could... get along with you."
"Me too."
--Love, flower heart. I love it, it's the best in the world. I'll give you the same happiness one day. The heart of the sun that gave me peace.
This is the first time you've ever felt anything more important to me.
Beautiful fireworks and a girl singing on her back.
The fuss that started in King's Landing is also a good place.
The princess's festival was about to begin.