I think it's time for a climax.

Hydemarie tilted her neck by comparing the pictures she had with the number of pictures left on the table.

Review the pictures that have already been arranged.

Meet the wizard in the ashes, dance in the iron shoes, and pick up the dirty beans.

With the days of training going on, it's time for you to have a place to play like a protagonist in the ashes and brushes.

"So, the next one is around here, right?

The next piece of white finger picked up was the most luxurious.

An ash cover that stands in the middle, wrapped in light that plugs in from nowhere.

Dirty everyday clothes change from shiny dresses to glossy dresses, and the face covered in soot is beautifully makeup.

Above all, the gaze was bright and straight through the audience.

However, there is an atmosphere that I have to say that I will finish my hard training days and go to the final game.

"Right, Gil?

"... ahh"

Gilbert, whose good sense has been melted by love, can simply swim his gaze.

Yet Hydemarie nodded satisfactorily and dropped her gaze on the clock drawn behind the ashes.

"Oh, I wonder why the clock is so improperly drawn. You're planning a time bomb at the ball?

"... no. Indeed, in my recollection, there was a constraint that the ashes and blues would be beautiful until the twelve o'clock bell rang. Probably expressing that."

Offer to be as modest as possible so as not to break Hydemarie's thoughtful story.

Then Hydemarie blinked her eyes.

"Of course, it would be more interesting to have a constraint like that you can only transform for three minutes. In her case, until the twelve o'clock bell rings."

Fortunately, the allegations seemed acceptable.

Hydemarie nodded impressively, and then gently stroked her fingers about the ashes standing on the ground.

"Come on, princess. Be careful with the sound of the twelve o'clock bell -"

Oddly enough, it was the same as the words the wizard told in the original story.