A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

Well, it's finally the day to show the play to Jacopo.

Instead, I said, "I want to show you once," and I said, "You want to show me once? Hmm, you can always do that. So how about now?" This is why the conversation went on so much.

It's still the fifth day of the flea market, not the end.

"But you've been poked in the back. I didn't expect you to say grandly, 'You didn't say you had a one-time joining test, did you?'! Yes, of course, not once!

"Yes, if it didn't work today, I'd still be trying to get it back out for about two days."

"Hmm, I see....... Great Hungry spirit. The troupe wanted strong willed members, so it was just fine!

"… but I apologize for my disrespect, but I also believe that there is enough to be settled today"

Yakopo reacting with his eyes round my big cut, touching his mustache, "Hmm, I see!" He looked to me, somewhat sparingly as he enjoyed himself.

"From what I've heard, you think you're going to play the opera alone in your previous script? Looking forward to it! I heard it was Lord Toshiki's script anyway! Yes!"

"No, I'm not alone. A slave of ours named Nell helped me with the script. He's over there."

"Oh, hello, are you a crybaby princess? I must apologize for making you cry."

"Yeah, that's right."

What Jacopo is saying is that Nell was so moved that he cried when he forcefully preached before that emotion was great, that thing.

Must be impressive, Jacopo looked at Nell at the end of his gaze and laughed, "I remember. But yeah".

"He's on stage now, and he seems to be giving some instructions to Mr. Marielle, but what's this?

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be the final adjustment. I'm not giving you instructions, Nell, I'm listening."

"Are you listening? Well, what does that mean?

"Right......"

I tried to find the right expression for what to say, but I had a little trouble with the words. If you say so, 'I'm listening'.

"Nell seems to want to know something about people's minds."

"Well, with people's hearts?

"It's just like that. I think there was some kind of trigger to get pushed around. … and that's also the final adjustment."

"What do you mean?

"Because Nell's questioning confirms Marielle's feelings in her own words before she starts the play. That leads to confirmation of exactly how you want to express your feelings in theatre.... that's what I believe."

"... I see"

Yakopo snorted that he was good at touching his mustache, and I continued.

"One more thing. This script is not my script, it's Marielle's script. The opera story isn't mine."

"Hmm? What do you mean?

"… the story is spun not by what the screenwriter intended but by the expression of what he plays"

So the moment I tried to keep the word going, suddenly Jacopo stood up.

It was so sudden that I couldn't react. If this was an attack, he could have died.

"Hmm! Have you noticed!

"... what do you think?

I wanted to ask you what, but it wasn't that kind of air.

"... It's a boulder. Excellent. I already anticipated you because of this! Yes! Yes, it is!

"I'm sorry for the compliment."

"You are a wonderful man. Yes! There was no madness in my eyes!

He nodded loudly and said away.

"People! It doesn't work by the script! The script is only a stream! The opera is skillful, it makes sense for the harmony of the fine parts. But no, that's why (...)! Let me tell you something! Theatre is something that always moves in the 'people on stage' who live in the stream!

"Apparently, you share the same view. It's an honor," says Jacopo. But I didn't mean it that deeply.

I made the rhetoric that the story is spinned not by the script but by the expression of the person who plays it, because that's why I wanted to take it to the dialogue, please appreciate Marielle.

But I felt something from Jacopo's words, the insistence of a man who was proud of his work.

Are you impressed?

I see, the passion this man wagers is something that doesn't go hand in hand.

I just felt like I found out about the man in front of me.

"Well, looks like it's time to adjust"

Nell ran over here and said, "Master, it's over," so I let him sit next to me and Jacopo saw the stage again.

"… well, thank you"

Marielle giving a beautiful thank you. A little nervousness, too, isn't there.

I'm not wearing an opera gig today, so I succeeded in renting the theater they use.

That said, I'm not renting the theater hall as it is, what I'm renting is a multi-purpose hall upstairs.

It was Jacopo and me, and the three little singing princesses, Ili, Yufi and Nell, who gathered there.

The joining test is partitioned by Jacopo, so I was supposed to be the mentor, me, and if I'm strong enough, I could only peek up to Nell, who helped me with the script, "I want these two to see it too! I said," This is how the threesome is safe.

(As always, Uffi sits furthest from me. … although I behave politely in front of your Yakopo on the boulder)

I think it's probably okay because I'm being harsh.

Ili sits in the middle of the three.

Conversely, the person most sitting at my side is Nell, who says, "Looking forward to it! What a story!," he grinned.

You wrote the script with me.

but, well, maybe it's right to return "oh, I'm sure you'll express it better than before," when you try to absorb her intentions that are wordless.

In fact, she was smiling, "Yes," as if she was right.

Here we go.

"Yes."

At the same time I said that, Marielle on stage began her monologue.

"... There used to be a woman somewhere who liked stories. Name's Maria. She was an innocent girl, and I didn't doubt she would ever be a princess again."

When I was a girl.

An old story that was raised to the princess of the story. Her appearance as she spoke up was very similar.

(Poor step, soft way to sing, very unpleasant which. Even appraisal skills are highly rated for dancing and singing respectively, and there are no problems)

"I wonder if I could be the princess of the story..."

Marielle's play on stage had just begun.

(... this is what you mean by dancing on stage)

While dancing, Marielle was alone, thinking about that.