A short while ago, for the first time in six months, there was a Summoned Girl, Yuka. The appearance of rumored characters attracts the attention of the venue at once.
It seems that it has become possible to communicate with each other on a daily basis in one word, and has become accustomed to the world gradually. That's why I asked Isaac to get used to it.
As a result, it is said that they are also guided outside Kokoko Castle as part of a kind of rehabilitation or social reintegration in other worlds.
This is Yuka's first time using it, and it's her first party.
Today's party will be a low hurdle to try because the venue is close to the royal castle and it's easy during the day to free the hall and garden.
Rufus, a formal costume, was at a distance. My neighbor is a female knight. Looks like you're escorting someone close to you under the guise of a guest. Normally equipped knights are also a lot for parties of this size.
They are guarded by surveillance from all over the place without the person's knowledge.
Given that the sacrificial magic squad is less than a month away from the summer solstice, Isaac has the intention of exposing Yuka to the public and finding out where his enemies are. What does Euca mean to the enemy, and did it serve its purpose just by calling it? Or is there any other way to use it?
I want to know for sure if I can shake it with this. I'm sorry about Yuka.
You won't know anything, Yuka is walking through the venue escorted by Troy. Even then, there was a great sense of tension. It is not impossible because it seems that ordinary Japanese female high school students were suddenly thrown into a party of foreign nobility.
The dress I provided in Madame Salome's outfit suits me well. Because I designed it to suit Japanese girls properly, simple and cute.
I turned away in an instant so as not to become unnatural, and returned to Max without noticing Troy or the girl.
Unfortunately, Nampa Master Troy came straight to me with a smile that was exactly the same as what I saw three years ago.
"Hi, I'm not so grateful to see you again. I didn't know you were (...) Gladys Langley. In addition to the cuteness of the past, you will be even more beautiful and radiant. I knew we were destined to be reunited."
I talked to her the same way.
Hey, what happened to Yuka next door? You're forcing me to go out with your nanny?
"Oh, who is it?
The way I handled Max while showing him my arm was getting cold.
No matter how many of these characters are escorted, Euca won't mind - but this woman's enemies. Even though there is no one else to rely on.
Looking at Yuka, she was silently watching her partner with her dead eyes.
"My name is Troy Randall, and I've known you since I met your destiny about three years ago."
"It looks like your destiny is rolling around as much as you want. You can hit something else."
"Ah, that cold gaze is nice too. I just want you to be my own queen. The dance earlier was wonderful. May I have a song, please?
The meltdown is also in excellent shape. I didn't discipline you at all, and I tried to apply. That's why I told Yuka.
Yeah, that's right. I've got a good idea. You just need to be friends with Yuka here.
He thought it was a problem to get close to me and avoided it, but he came by accident, so you should start a natural relationship as Gladys Langley. My eccentric lover will be impressed by the incident with Tilda earlier. In the first place, I'm more weirdo certified than anyone else.
"If it's enough to dance with you, I'll dance with your daughter. What do you think? You must be the rumored Yuka, right? I've seen it in the arena before. I'll teach you how to dance."
I changed my attitude towards Troy and invited him with an intimate smile.
Isaac information tells us that it is curious and action-oriented. Ignoring Troy, whose face was exposed to fried rice, he looked back and saw that Yuka's face was shining while illuminating.
"I want to dance, too. That was so beautiful. Fun."
He answered me in words he remembered very hard.
Well, can I help you?
When you take Yuka's hand, watch the timing and let the music flow. I took the lead and took the steps politely.
Yuka has an average body shape as a Japanese girl and feels a little small here. A normal high school girl who lived a peaceful life. A cute look with black hair and black eyes that is rare in this world. I remembered the nostalgia in that face I saw for the first time.
"Oh, you're good, right? Did you remember what I saw earlier?
"Yes, I'm a dancer at school. I like dancing."
Yuka replied pleasantly. You mean the dance club? All I have to say is that movement and rhythm are pretty good. Maybe it's a different genre such as chia dance or hip hop, but it conveys the feeling of being used to dancing.
I'm sure you'll find yourself trapped in the royal castle in an unfamiliar world, where stress will accumulate and you'll look bright and positive everywhere.
In fact, all the reputation you hear from people around you is good.
A vibrant, caring, gentle and attentive man who does everything in his power. He doesn't complain or whisper in difficult circumstances, and always remembers his gratitude to those around him who help him.
- There's no such person.
I know, right? I hope that's not really good. That's not who you really are.
Looking down at Yuka's face from the front, he spoke slowly.
"I used to ask people with a long foreign life, but there are four stages to the mental state of people who started living in foreign countries."
Yuka listens with a smile to my words.
"In the first stage, things seem unusual and fun. But when it comes to the second stage, all the differences appear to be disadvantages. They don't like the trivial things, they get painful, they want to go home and they can't wait to pull it off - they get emotionally unstable. - Are you sleeping properly now?
Yuka's stuck smile froze.
Of course. A 16-year-old girl can't stand it. There is no guarantee that your family, friends, and home will be separated from everything you care about, and you will see them for the rest of your life. No, I realize that maybe I won't be able to come back again.
I know you're a good boy. But...
"If you don't stop lying, you'll break your heart someday.
The moment I saw an irresistible passion peering into my face behind my cracked smile...
"─!!!?
My spine felt dry. What the hell!?
Bad! Bad! Bad!!
Unprecedented, inevitable hunch. Until now, there was room for avoidance because it was always possible. This is different.
Because this is where the explosion takes place.
--Aim not at me, Yuka. I definitely saw Yuka lying on top of the magic formation in her own blood.
Yuka is the next sacrifice.
The distant Tristan called for help with their gaze. At the moment of confrontation, Tristan jumped in a straight line, leaving behind the amazing Quentin next door.
- I can't make it.
Judging, I hugged Yuka quickly.
At that moment, a tiny magical team appeared and scratched off Yuka and me, and the difference in touch cut Tristan's arm into the sky.