Personally, a piece of clothing to wear or a blouse is enough, but I grabbed the fabric depicting the graceful drapes and sighed a little.
The cream-colored dress still has peeling shoulders and high skin exposure. Besides, the design has a slightly open back, which is why the tempered skin is touching the air.
I asked him not to be exposed much... and he pushed me to this because it suits him, yeah. My outward-looking mother is right, but my mood didn't seem to be taken into account this time. Though shawl feathers weave to relieve me.
"It suits you. See, your brother too."
"... suits you"
Does it only sound flattering to you when you say it on the top of the Buddha?
They're on my side and guarding me, Mr. Loran and Mr. Fiona. We're both dressed, of course.
Mr. Fiona compliments me, but honestly, I think Mr. Fiona looks cuter.
A dress with a design that adheres to the body of pastel blue. I know how slender you look, and you look great on a runny Mr. Fiona. As much as I'd like to invite you to a dance if I were a man.
I will hold the shawl, overflowing with bitter laughter at the praise close to the bar reading by Mr. Loran. Mr. Loran doesn't have much of a tone of discouragement, so there's no offense or anything. I don't feel very complimented though.
I look at the entire venue and see how it goes while guarding the glimpse with a shawl.
Though you were called to a nightclub once, you honestly didn't want to attend. I just came out as a duty, and I want to go home now. I want to be thorough with the walls today.
There are a number of people who want to join Adelchan today, and if there are gaps, there are people who will try to talk to us. As an aristocratic duty, I suppose that's something you should flatter yourself about.
But now I get tired of being spoken to by strangers, don't I? That's why I want to stay plain on the edge so we can't talk about it.
"Long time no see, Miss Lisbeth"
Well, there's no reason for that. It's the adult world.
A man who talks to me quietly at the wall, sort of indicative. Is it possible that Fiona's eyes were narrowed just a little further away?
One of the people who used to talk to me at my birthday party came to talk to me casually. I think it was definitely Master Gusta.
"Master Gusta, you're in a good mood."
"Since your birthday party, right? He said he was involved in a rebellion... is his body okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
A conversation where you paste an outdoor smile on your face that you only occasionally use and doesn't seem to be obvious. While I find it a pain in the ass, it's also noble business to relate to people, so there's no reason to neglect them.
Master Gusta smiles happily at me worrying about a sober grin. Keep the shawl tightly aligned and guarded as your gaze was drifting through strange places.
I guess he doesn't realize I'm off the subject of getting close at this point.
"Good for you then. It's as beautiful today as ever."
"Oh, you're so good, there's nothing to praise, is there?
You can't help but tell your child you're beautiful or something. I'm only thirteen. I'm a relatively well-developed person, but I'm not even an adult.
Blah, could you go somewhere quick?
I don't know my insides like that, and Master Gusta feels a little pushy with a grin.
"What do you say, why don't you go get some outside air?
Why don't you two talk in the dark? Although naturally I refuse to exist.
With a smile on my face, I lowered my eyebrows and shrugged away in a cautious way, "No, because my body is cold..." Master Gusta came to his back not to miss his chance.
I'm trying to hold my shoulder, is it? No, that's why I'm saying I don't want to go.
"It doesn't touch a woman's body without her permission."
I don't like imposing people, I thought I'd tell them directly, but that didn't seem necessary.
Apparently, Loran, who decided it was out to touch the boulder casually, was grabbing Gusta's wrist and twisting it up.
Master Gusta is groaning with a distressed look, maybe very painful. Mr. Loran is used to this kind of thing. He seems to know how to extract pain without marks. Or put it into practice. Yes.
"I'm sorry, but I can touch my body lightly even though I'm not even close, because Master Liz doesn't like it. Can you pick it up?
Mr. Fiona is chasing him with a refreshing smile.
Words are polite, but you're telling me to lose my gaze fast. When my beautiful little girl Fiona tells me, I look shocked.
You've apparently found my guard to be pretty stiff, Master Gusta, dispersed with a half-crazed look. Maybe it was caused by the pain, that face.
"... this is an escort..."
"Verph told Liz not to let his evil feelings turn toward him."
"I appreciate that, but I was wondering if I needed a relationship too..."
That was helpful, but it's not a good idea. It's also important to configure a network of aristocrats, and I've never moved on to keeping them close... Well, I was going to tell you too, so I'm coming.
"If you don't choose somewhat, there will be many lords flocking to Master Liz. Here we go again."
"Who's gonna flock?"
Look, ahead of what I showed with my eyes, silver hair I'm used to seeing. I guess it seems a little more grumpy than usual because of what Mr. Fiona said.
Cecil, you give me a voice, a somewhat soft look. Still, a tense expression of why, a nervous face.
"... Liz, I need to talk to you for a second"
"Talk, is it?
Even if you say it in a hard voice, you can only tilt your neck. Cecil, what doesn't it look like to be nervous about me when you're completely used to it?
"Oh,... and this guy, do something about it, he'll stare"
"Mr. Fiona, you don't have to be vigilant..."
"If you invite me, please invite me properly."
Mr. Fiona looked a little uninteresting, but Cecil said he wasn't willing to pick you out or chase you out. Mr. Fiona's coming to my house, too, Cecil. You must be watching, you know that.
Cecil, you just sigh a little after slightly rounding your eyes. Then I saw the performers upstairs in the hall and overflowed with more sighs.
As graceful music plays, those around you can also see them dancing slightly. Yeah, that's what you mean by inviting me, but Cecil, you wouldn't dance or anything. Because I'm even shy of holding hands or something.
"... Miss Lisbett, can you dance with me?
What a quote, Cecil, the word that popped out of your mouth. Unexpectedly, he said, "Huh? ♪ And an odd voice popped up. ♪
To me repeatedly blinking, Cecil, you gave me your hand and a slightly frightened look. Though subtly hesitant, Cecil, your fingertips were firmly directed at me.
"It's an official offer, so you should respond properly."
Mr. Fiona whispers beside me, so I stare at the palm offered.
"... with pleasure"
Cecil, you wouldn't have a reason to say no.
I took my hand gently, Cecil, and you loosened your cheeks like you were relieved.
"... even if we talked about something, say no"
We take steps to match the flow of performance. Once we're educated, we can dance to each other.
It's just that the heel is so hard to dance with, even though it's not functional to make it look graceful.
We are in the shape of one palm together and the other lightly placed around the shoulder. I'm not snuggling, Cecil, so you seem easy.
However, the content of the story seems to be problematic, although it has a slightly more tenacious look.
"... What's wrong with Steinbert?
"There's an engagement story out of my house in your house."
"Ha!?
Me with water in my sleeping ear and a sobering voice.
The upset also appeared on my legs, and my thoughtful rhythm upset me because of my heels.
I couldn't help but fall because you turned and hugged me, Cecil, but it still doesn't fit my mind.
Engagement.
I'm just a kid, and my house (Adelchan) and Cecil's (Steinbert) aren't good friends in the first place, are they? It's a common story to decide on a fiancée from a young age before marriage is due... is this house for each other?
To me hardened, Cecil, you pound with your spinning hands on your hips. That's a signal to come back to reality.
"I think you have good guts. You know, sign up for an engagement with someone you hurt."
"There's nothing wrong with you, Cecil..."
Your parents tell you about the engagement, Cecil. You have no responsibility.
Cecil, because of your personality, you won't tell me you want to be engaged to me or anything. Precisely like being adopted by your brother as much as possible,... Ha, no way. Son-in-law volunteered.
"I don't know what you imagined, but maybe not."
"Oh, really? It's a shame, Ruby's brother theory."
My son-in-law, but my daughter-in-law, but being Ruby's brother is no different, though. He figured out what you imagined with my expression. Cecil, you were frightened.
"Daimyo, to appeal to you that you have formed a friendship... you want a child who has multiplied me and you. If you do well, you'll have a hell of a child."
Wow, that's a great adult situation. Well, I can snort for both reasons.
In the Duke and Marquis, it sounds the same, but the rank is higher in the Duke. But if you're going to put it in a substantial current position, maybe we're better up there. It's the lineage that put out the rebel mastermind, isn't it, Steinbert?
It hasn't been changed, but it's not a very good reputation.
Meanwhile, we suppressed the rebellion, and there was the top of the rebellion, and on top of that, Magic Warden No. 1. I'm cordial with His Majesty, and I'm in a good position.
Well, it seems hostile, and in the meantime, I can appeal to you that if you enter into an engagement, you've settled, and you can connect. It's harmless. Your Majesty can claim it.
The other reason is, well, I don't know this either.
Waste of extra magic, like taking over the qualities of a father and mother like me and detonating them even more. And if you have concentrated magic and the power of witchcraft alone, you're a top-notch idiosyncratic, Cecil.
What happens to the children born in the meantime?
If you mesh well, you're going to have a kid with a lot more magic than I do. Well, you'd expect that, because it seems like a dowry premise, I'll be Steinbert's kid.
"Uh, I don't like experiments."
"I guess."
"Nothing, Cecil. It's not that you don't like it."
"Don't like it."
"Cecil, if you don't like me, I don't like men."
Or there will be few noble men to accept. Jill won't be able to do it in a position, so... about Your Highness?
But if it were you, Your Highness and Cecil, Cecil, you'd be good, and I really want you to give me a break about the queen or something. Absolutely not able to stand above the people or anything.
"So that's what a political marriage is, isn't it? Especially if it's between magicians."
"You're breaking up..."
"Well, Cecil, you're reasonable."
"... but in positions and abilities"
Cecil, it's about me or the other marquis and duchess. But many other houses were converted or fiancées were married in the first place because of the revolt.
Then what should I be chosen for? We're just the same age, and we're close.
That would be it, and if only reason convinced me, Cecil, you're a sinister face.
"... er... if I were Liz's wife, they'd resent me for everything..."
"Please give up"
Whether Jill will convince you or not.
... Speaking of which, Jill said if no one used to give it to me, you would.... No, no, no, I don't know what you think right now.
Jill's a squire. I am a nobleman and it is only natural for me to marry politically. I'd prefer a romantic marriage if I could, but I can't help it.
... Maybe if this happens I'll have to get myself up and be able to marry whoever I want. Enough to beat a complaining human being in a duel.
... Your father will stand by, maybe, no, absolutely.
"Well, the story's just holding up, isn't it? I was wondering if my father would kick it at the moment."
"... I guess so"
"Well, if we're going to get married, why don't I have the baby, and then Cecil will concubine the child you like?
"I don't like that cynicism, Oi."
Well, if you don't like me, Cecil, you should make your own mistress or something. It's common in the aristocracy around here, and I don't really like it, Cecil, but I can't help it if it happens to you. I don't think so.
... fulfill, the question of whether you can make a mistress or something to the hater Cecil... well, no touch.
"Girls tend to dream, but they also see reality."
Few people believe the prince of the white horse will show up or anything. There are many political marriages, and the noble lady is probably convinced.
I was wondering if there would be more romance in it. Well, it's more desirable to meet in social circles, fall in love and get married or something.
Was something wrong? and tilted my neck, Cecil, you just gave me a convulsive look.