"Um... this must be the second one."

Hydemarie slapped her jaw with her white fingers and then picked up a picture.

It depicts a woman wearing iron shoes and dancing madly in desperate shape.

The surrounding area is burning with flames, creating a very troubling atmosphere.

It is part of the final scene that the stepmother, who bullied out the ashes or slugs, is wearing iron shoes burned in revenge, wrapped in flames and dancing around.

But Hydemarie interpreted it differently.

"Must be the first time I've trained in ashes."

Nod satisfactorily.

For her, who had passed through a different number of Shura halls, this only seemed to be reflected in the training landscape.

"Aiming for heights is impossible without your own hard work. Maybe this training part will last for a while?

By the way, she was hard to spot, but she was also a hidden sponge type.

"... no, Marie. It's hard to say, but it's probably..."

"Hey, isn't that right, Gil?

It was Gilbert who tried to make the correction, but before his eyes sparkled with his wife's charm, conscience shook his knees lightly.

"... well, maybe so."

If you think about it, the story is a collection of hearsay and interpretation, so you can take it that way.

The woman in the picture obviously looks different from the "ash-covered princess" - no, no, it's the margin of error. Painters who cannot draw well are worse off.

Not as brave as a brave man, when you pass on responsibility, the woman in the painting feels as if she was staring at you for a moment.

But he ran away from it by diverting his attention.

"Look, I knew it! If so, the training scene will continue....."

With an honest acceptance of all the warm affirmations, Hydemarie searches for the sounds and continuation of the story.

A white fish-like finger eventually pointed to one piece.

I wonder if it's around here next?

It was depicted as a girl desperately scratching beans while soiling her whole body black.