The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

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That's Clement's strength.

In other words, however, it is also a weakness that sometimes loses the equilibrium of the mind when events that exceed expectations occur.

Now he was watching the sight in front of him with a strong expression.

(What's going on...)

Beyond the line of sight, there is a dance floor surrounded by people in a circle.

At a dance venue decorated with giant chandeliers and mirrors, a large number of gentlemen and ladies were supposed to be showing their waltzes in chaos with the addition of servants.

However,

"Ah, look...! What a beautiful turn!

"And a smooth swing... The movement itself is like music....!

In fact, there is only one group dancing - Lucas and the mysterious girl.

Initially the dancers were overwhelmed by the beauty of the two dances and left the venue one after the other.

A beautiful girl in a dripping red dress dances delicately to the tip of her fingers as she is led by Lucas in dark blue knight clothes.

Intertwined gaze, occasional cheeks, and crossed legs on fingertips that slide your arms into the beard.

Everything was full of fragrances, and even Clement, who thought of women only as tokens of craftsmanship, couldn't help but notice.

(This is like a story... Yes, for example, the story of beauty hookers and innocent knights weaving together, heart-tearing sorrow and reunion....)

Yes, the stage must be a bluish night with a scratchy crescent.

Beautiful prostitutes separated by identity differences and malicious destiny fall on the spot when their feet are taken by the weeds wet at night.

Sobbing, spilling tears. But there is a hand that can be gently reached.

A tough young man with sweet eyes nodded his thin shoulders and looked up.

He whispers with a hot expression as he kisses the back of the dazed whore's hand.

I rode on the wings of love.

(I mean, no!

Clement was driven by the urge to hit her head against a wall nearby.

Not if you're spreading the wings of delusion.

My plans are going wild, this is an emergency.

The original plan was that after the dance had ended, Felix would distribute and toast the covenant wines that Felix had poured - that is, Lucas would be poisoned there.

This means that during this waltz, many people have to remember the scene where "Felix himself is taking out, unplugging, and pouring wine."

But isn't everyone here sending hot eyes to both Lucas and the girl instead of Felix?

In spite of having a beautiful and reputable daughter around Felix.

(No, I can still work on the witness information later. The biggest problem is timing.)

An exotic musician who wants to stand out has a meeting with Clement that says, "Prepare the Trill" when he rubs his nose and "Play the Trill" when he touches his ear.

Along with that, the "Supreme Trill" was presented, and the waitress who heard it - Clement's inferior man with a weakness - stepped on Lucas' feet with shoes equipped with poison needles.

This will allow Clement to decide to poison his covenant wine, even if he is at a distance from Lucas.

--but...

Yoran Svaldo! Don't look at me!

Even though I've been rubbing my nose from earlier, Yoran doesn't notice much of it.

Apparently, the lonely musician completely forgot about his client and became attached to this beautiful girl.

(I see, there is something attractive about this daughter's dance. Steps that do not remove the tempo from the hair. An expression that expresses melodic nuances without exception. Yes... in other words, a dance that embodies the music itself, a muse that turns his music into a dance - that's why it's not!

It's not about explaining why Yoran became obsessed.

Clement rubbed her nose desperately.

Yoran Svaldo! Hey!)

"Oh, what a beautiful girl."

And there is a man who speaks in a postponed tone from behind.

Turning around, it was Prince Felix, a young man dressed in a gorgeous tunic for evening clubs.

"Oh, that beautiful girl, she said she was with me. Everyone who gathered me is boring and perfume is too strong. Clemens, you've had a hell of a job, haven't you?

Ahahah, failure, failure.

While laughing like that, Felix pours wine into his glass.

Looking at it, it was an antique bottle with an antique label - the wine that was supposed to be used for the covenant cup.

(This guy... when did he open the plug?!

It's hard to forgive a nervous remark, but Clement seems to be overwhelmed by Felix, who started pouring wine early, ignoring the progress of the meeting.

Wine opens after the song is finished.

It should be done after the ceremony of the covenant.

But Felix doesn't seem to be at all attached to their common sense and pours his precious wine into the water.

So I looked at Clement and smiled.

"Dancing will make you thirsty. Come on. I was just going to put this in for you. From there, I wonder if you could try to dictate her. Her name is Elma. It's been a little rumored lately. Did you know that?

"... no, I'm embarrassed. I've been getting ready for the ceremony lately.... but I have a glass, so please give it to your brother first."

Seeing that it was going to be sharp and sticky, Clement managed to tell her.

As long as Felix lets Lucas drink wine, it'll be as planned.

But the time is finally approaching.

Clemens rubbed his nose against the musician desperately, dressed as a subtlety.

Hey, I noticed! Yoran Svaldo! We're almost there!

"Ahahah, what's wrong, Clement? You think you're gonna have a nosebleed? Are you excited? It's okay, I'm not ashamed of my old love."

It would be irresistible if it seemed to overflow with murderous intentions.

Beyond the crowd, a beautiful waltz is still unfolding, almost in sight.

The dance is finally over.

I'm going to give you the most excitement.

However, there is only one more piece of music played by the band against the world expressed by the dancers.

When someone was about to spill a sigh, the girl who was even staring at her partner took an unexpected action.

In other words, he threw a gaze at the band and stretched his arm when he rinsed it.

It's like inviting.

More excitement.

More harmony.

The glossy hand looked as if it were screaming.

Everyone in the band. Give me strength!

What the hell, this girl! Join forces with your friends to defeat your enemies or something!

Clement pushed herself into what she had telegraphed, but in fact, the change was dramatic.

Every once in a while, Yoran-led orchestra members changed the color of their eyes and began to play the sound of their body.

A nervous bass. A melody like sobbing.

A large emotional wave moves the instrument and moves the player to create a world.

It merged with the two who took steps in the middle of the stage, creating an extraordinarily spectacular story.

Beyond the dancing girl, you can see a beautiful whore.

I can see the flames of affection that have sprouted and burned out between the young man she sought and the two.

Even if you persevere, it burns - yes, that's... love!

"Ahh....."

No longer fit in the realm of "expressive power", the voice of exclamation leaks without anyone else into the brand-new physical language. Some of them shed tears.

Perfect slowaway overway with a blast of sound.

Everyone saw the love and death of a beautiful whore, and prayer, to a girl who turned her back on a large scale so that she fell into the prince's arms.

The venue calms down.

After three minutes of silence, someone hit him like he remembered.

Like that trigger, the wave of applause spreads all at once.

If this was the stage, it would be a standing ovation.

The dancing girl, however, was not moved by praise, but rather looked around and talked to her noble daughter, who was standing with a pale blue face.

What did he tell her? Felix, who was watching the conversation, said relaxed when he quickly blocked the girl's mouth with a rushed expression from the next prince.

"Wow, that's amazing. I'm going to put this wine in."

――…………

It's not good.

Yoran, the signaller, has not even been able to make eye contact yet.

Yoran Svaldo!

Clement looked at Yoran with a feeling of trust, and he opened his eyes a little.

It's a muse.

Because a young musician who should have been obsessed with his musical talent.

"I mean it, and you mean it. Why don't you hit it?"

Like the boy who found the best rival, he started burning his eyes with a challenging violin.