Albert Ke no Reijou wa Botsuraku wo go Shomou desu

Patrick Dice is an excellent man.

He is the kind of man who embodies the ideal of a woman: long hands and feet with a reasonably well-trained and supple body, blue hair with long cut eyes. Buddhist roads with good manners and no defenses. It is also convincing to be called 'Prince' in the shadows.

Its popularity doesn't stay in the school, and a woman would think of him and her love story once and for all, not just in that class.

Mary likewise thought Patrick was just as good. When a prince comes out of a story to read, it's so decided that I thought of him.

But somehow, it's not Mary who's bound to Prince Patrick in the story. No matter how enthusiastic and perplexed the story was, a scorching prince from the bottom of his heart, it wasn't someone (...) who stood next to Patrick in the sight of his imagination.

That was no different when I grew up, watching girls my age put their thoughts on him, while dealing with Patrick in the utmost plain.

Even now, everyone is dancing with Burning Patrick, but Mary's chest is peaceful. I won't be engulfed in happiness without a roar.

It's not that I'm disgusted, I just calmly fit in with his movements.

On the contrary, thoughts are elsewhere in this situation as well.

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"What's up? Something's not right."

"No, it's nothing... you're the one who's been watching the flying outdoors for a while. Who the hell are you looking for while you're dealing with me?"

"Well, that's... that's none of your business."

"Well, then we're each other."

Smile nicely, and Mary looks up to Patrick.

The prince in front of him has a refreshing and convincing look at everyone falling in love. Even so, there is no sign that Mary's chest will increase. Jealousy and nothing happens when you look elsewhere.

I wonder... When Mary took a small sigh of sigh, the music that had been playing slowly subsided.

The end of a song.

Naturally, then, Patrick bowed his head lightly, and Mary picked up the hem of her skirt and sank slightly, honoring the dance not here in her heart.

That's the end of it. Mary fled before Shit and Patrick, of course, because the warrants send a hot glance at him to be his next dancer.

Mary doesn't even care about the gaze of jealousy or anything, but if you think about preserving yourself in boulders, you can get away with it. If he stays poorly and is invited to a second song, he could finally be burned to death with a flame of jealousy.

That's why Addy waited with a bitter smile as she would have known if she had escaped into the field early enough.

"It's a boulder, it was perfect."

"Is that a dance? Or did you run away?

"Both."

Mary gave it back with a bitter smile and stretched her back to Addy, who bites off a crunch and a grin.

"Well, let's treat the customers."

"Welcome"

"You'll be anxious if you don't know her when you get to her."

"Yes, I did."

You care about the eyes around you, Mary laughs small and turns to the crowd at Addy, who deliberately bows her head as if she were a well-made squire.

Asked Chilla and Patrick beside him, he saw a man he seemed to know pushing his daughter.

For a while then, Mary was also thorough with the hospitality of her visitors.

There are many people who need to say hello as a courtier of the Albert family, and you can't be unanswered if you invite them to the dance.

More importantly, it's a father's celebration today. I can't have you as the daughter of the Albert family wandering around with someone who took the trouble to get to me.

That's why I wielded my affection everywhere and when the cat I was wearing started thinking it might be time to escape, I was grabbed by a ghoul and an arm.

"Lady... not Mary, were you here"

"Addy, what's going on?

It was Addy who put his face out of the crowd.

Asked what the hell was going on, he pulled his arm and started walking as it was.

If you follow Addy as he tells you, it was outside the mansion, in the garden, that you reached.

Lighted with thin bright exterior lights, there are few people there, and the music from the mansion is heard in the wind.

Patrick and Alicia are the ones dancing in the middle of such a garden, in the light of the moon.

Mary looked familiar (...) to that sight, as if it were just the two of us.

"If I was looking at your daughter and Lady Patrick, Alicia would like to dance too. But I'm not enough to teach you, and then Master Patrick will come."

"So, me too?

"Because of this, you'll be better off coaching your daughter."

Listening to Addy's explanation, you noticed this one or the two of them stopped on their feet.

Raise one hand as Alicia calls it.

She looks beautiful in the light of day and glows and laughs at her blonde hair, and even if she leaves out her identity, she is like the princess of Reishi who appears in the story.

But I'm not even willing to be honest with you about it, and Mary's the one who opens the door.

"Turn your back more!

and flew a scolding voice. Alicia panicked, but...

"Yes!"

And raise your voice.

"A lady is a prestigious winner! Correct your spine, stick your chest up, and you'll be overflowing with moulded dresses at the next night's club!

To Mary, who says so, Alicia says again, "Yes! Answer."

Two men laughed bitterly at an interaction that they didn't think was roughly an aristocratic night club.

That's how Patrick and I again - somewhat more chested than earlier - moved our feet slowly to match the music Alicia could hear, and Mary took a satisfying breath.

In front of me are men and women dancing in the light of the moon. Patrick dressed in aristocratic costumes and Alicia beautifully dressed. One of them is a novice, undead dance, but the scolding of Mary, who flies several times, makes it better.

Looking at such a dreamy sight, Mary narrowed her eyes as she circled her thoughts.

... I've seen this sight before.

No, I've seen a single painting (stills) that cut out the sight in front of me for a moment. Should I say that?

Yes, it is the two people dancing at the end of Mary's gaze right now who are the event stills themselves that take place in 'Dralogy'.

Of course, there was no representation on the game that Mary and Addy were there. I don't think it's even storytelling, but I'm still pretty sure this situation is going to be considered that event now.

Then... Mary turned her thoughts around.

In "Dralogy," this nightclub event itself is bound to happen if the story proceeds. It's called a forced event.

However, there are conditions for producing a single picture (stills), and if it is not met, the standing picture and the conversation alone will end.

Conditions for issuing a single picture (stills) … that you are already in the root of a specific character at the time the event occurs.

In Patrick's case, it just ends up being complimented on the dress if he's not on the route no matter how much he's liked it. Conversely, being able to dance with him this way is a sign that Alicia has entered Patrick's route.

Yes, if you explain to Addy standing next to you, he'll say, "Really!" and brightened his expression.

Like that too much joy, Mary accidentally rounds her eyes.

"What's with the pleasure?

"Hey, Master Patrick is an excellent person, so I thought a girl like Alicia would be a good fit to support you gently!

"Oh, yeah... well, it does look good on you"

"Right! You look great! Rather, you can't think of anything other than Alicia for Master Patrick!

To Addy, I assure you, the overwhelmed Mary nodded and gave it back.

I have no idea why my squire is pushing someone else's romance so far.

But Mary also thought Patrick and Alicia looked great again. Patrick is the bearer of aristocratic thought, but on the other hand, a man who can also respect others and incorporate opinions.

Now he has a tough thought circuit for bees because there are only nobles around him, but if he goes out with simple Alicia, he should change too.

- I'm not sure if that change is good for the Dice family, a nobleman, but in the end, Alicia is a princess, so it leads to the Dice family's peace of mind -

"Yeah, sure, those two look good on you. If we keep this up, we'll be bound. But..."

Say it, Mary slowly rises up.

I noticed disturbing rhetoric and Addy looked up at her and said, "But what?," I asked frankly.

Alicia and Patrick are attracted.

You'll definitely see the two fun faces dancing under the moon and night.

That's why Mary had somewhere to think. If this world is to continue as the story of the maiden game......

"Before that, Patrick and I can get engaged."

So murmured Mary's words were scratched off by the excitement of the music heard on the wind.