Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

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The girl, who was listening to the song beside the lady, dyed her smooth cheeks bright red and moistened her purple crystal eyes, rushed over to Adeira, squatting, hugging its giant all the time.

"Dear Adeira! Dear Adeira!"

She seems quite excited.

How intense that excitement was more than his own crying, Adaira unexpectedly forgot her tears and raised her face with her snot dripping.

"Les, Honora......?

"Dear Adeira! You are, really, wonderful!

Careless also of their confusion, the girl pours a caged eye of respect when she wraps her face around it with both hands.

Swallow by the momentum, she screamed with her eyes moistened to Adela, who was out of time.

"You are the one...... eh, me, the one I've been looking for......!

I just have to let go now, and the girl clings to one of Adeira's giants.

In that brain, of course.

(Whoa, whoa! In this place, I don't see it coming from Princess Awesome!

I was just shouting a loud, carefree roar everywhere.

Leo couldn't hide his excitement that Adeira had performed far above expectations.

The amount of voices that just break the windowsill, brought from that giant. An eye-catching volume, a sense of presence.

And a subtle emotional twitch that tickles the common hearts directly, the subtle lyrics.

(This is it! This is the kind of concept, this kind of lyrics, and this kind of singer that the Lower Town Opera Company requires!

I was really stupid thinking about hymn-like lyrics because I'm familiar with my ears.

Again, to satisfy a crude downtown audience without learning, this kind of honest, slightly lotus-leafed song, and this kind of singing princess, feels like a loose end.

I didn't know you could unearth the singing princess of destiny in this place. Besides, I didn't expect you to even notice the lack of clarity of your concept.

Leo stared inadvertently at Adeira.

Really, she's great.

She is not just a pig. A golden pig who sees the truth, and produces gold.

Leo felt behind her, even hallucinations of gold coins gushing out as hot water.

"Dear Adeira......! Behind you, Master Carr, you seem to see......! No, you are, Master Carr, that thing!

"What the...?

"You are Claudia herself," he said, hugging her, and Adeira cursorily raised her face.

but immediately engraves a self-derisive grin.

I couldn't possibly be perceived as such a social flourish by myself, who had hurt young children so much that I had been abandoned by my former squire and exposed my emotions with tears and tears.

"What are you talking about? That's not why... Perhaps I'll stay..."

"What, are you telling me!

The girl blocked the momentum well, taking off the mask of her vanity and weakly squeaking Adeira.

"Dear Adeira, there's nothing left!

"Huh...?

"To me, I know. Dear Adeira, you are the star. I'm the protagonist. In this mansion, not just. More, of the big stage. Don't you agree, Master Adeira? I suppose, don't I? Yes, you want to be. Then let's be! I'll help!

Leo was going to solicit for a stage actress.

I can't deny the less exciting, somewhat speechless feeling, but it's okay.

Because if you have eyes that foresee this truth, you will surely draw your thoughts.

"Ahtaku is the protagonist...?

But Adeira, who did not have such convenient eyes, naturally missed the girl's guessy sincerity. It's just that I honked my chest at the sound of the girl's exaggerated word "protagonist".

It's the first time that I've been thought to be left behind, such as being described as some protagonist.

As I raised my gaze with the nagging, the girl looked closely at me and nodded.

"Dear Adeira, it's lovely. It's great. It catches people's eyes. Soon, a lot of people will look and look at Adeira with admiration."

Adeira, who did not think that was the stage actress, received the remark in the context that she would soon become praised as the Marquis.

At the same time, my lips engrave a bitter grin.

Left alone by her husband, despised by her mother-in-law.

How the hell can I be such a praiseworthy Marquise, etc. to disparage my niece in law?

"-... that's impossible..."

Her appearance, stripped of her arrogant mask, is miserable and feeble.

The voice sounded like a mosquito.

(That, Dear Adeira, is unexpectedly weak?

Leo lowered his eyebrows when Mr. Adeira, who had a constant grin until before singing, spoke softly and weakly.

I have a problem if she doesn't mind riding here. That's how Leo and I tagged each other to make money together with the radical and catchy Lower Town Opera Company.

If you're a person with a thousand eyes like her, you're welcome to be a business partner, and you might be able to ask her husband Dietrich, whose hobby is music appreciation, to invest in her by providing assistance to his wife.

It wasn't Leo who misses this.

(Ha, ha, shouldn't I be the solicitor?)

Leo, who glanced at his clumped peach dress, almost tongued.

Solicitation to female guests is for men, while solicitation to male guests is for women. It is fundamental to commerce.

Even Adeira is still a woman.

I wouldn't be so happy to be complimented by Leo for being such a flirtatious, pretentious woman.

(Man! Anybody got a guy that moves Dear Adeira's heart!

Stay on your knees beside Adeira and take a good look around, and Dietrich's face pops in looking worried.

Leo reacted Keepsake Sensor with a kick-ass, "This is him!" and stood an arrow of white feathers.

(I mean, Dear Dietrich, you're my husband, so show me how tense you are to compliment your wife the most!

I give a voice to Dietrich while I'm a little dissatisfied inside.

"Um, Dear Dietrich, come here"

"What is it, Leonora?"

Leo was a little annoyed when he woke up like he was in a panic.

(I don't know, it's not!

If your wife, Adeira, is the owner of the wisdom eye that makes you look ahead to even the circumstances that you don't say, when it comes to two, Carr, why doesn't your husband?

"Dear Dietrich. Speak to your mouth, to Adeira."

"Huh...? What...?

Leo explained to him every word.

"Master Adeira is losing confidence. Dear Dietrich, if you are a husband, what words should you hang, don't you understand?

Adeira is outsourcing the next-stage actress.

What words should I hang to unravel that mind and make a breakthrough? That's how much my husband would know.

"But that's better than me..."

"But there's no hiccups. Dear Dietrich, I can't do this without you."

Though more strictly, it means you have to be a man.

Leo, finally annoyed by Dietrich, who was still scratching his cheek with no confidence, groaned softly.

"- Work, yet...! Ma'am, one, I can't brainwash, what will I do......!

"Huh?"

But Dietrich turned around surprised, so he holds his mouth all the way down.

Not good.

There won't be "brainwash" to people just because business is on this one.

"Shh, sorry...... Silence, it was......!

If he rushes to apologize, Dietrich seems to be thinking of something.

Leo, whose side seemed somehow suddenly tight,

(Is that...?

I rubbed my eyes by accident.

I wonder why, for a moment, he looked like a terribly intelligent man.

"-... adeira"

Eventually he nodded one, kneeling beside his wife, who remained squatted, and gently took his hand.

And slowly hold both hands and let her body stand.

Dietrich roughly cut out Adeira's eyes wet in tears as she glanced up at her naughty.

"Did I ever tell you what I do?"

"-... Huh?"

Raise your voice like Adeira is bewildered.

Leo was confused again, too. I wonder why it's a story about him if you want him to persuade you to make your stage actress debut.

The surrounding area is also puzzled, looking at the two people standing in front of the fireplace.

But Dietrich continued to speak in his serene voice.

"It's my job, Adela. Although Leonora seemed to have foreseen - in short, brainwashing, something like that."

(-... Huh?)

I don't mean to foresee or remember anything like that.

Leo was pompous.

"I put on religious control, my predecessor's" King of the Golden Cup ". Contemporary 'King of the Golden Sword' with extended territory. Weitz has greatly enlarged the country over the last few decades, but its distortions are significant. It's impossible to hold back the newly ruled people by force alone."

"... uh"

Adeira blacks and whites her eyes into a story that suddenly reeks of blood.

Dietrich shrugged her dyed hair and gently overheard it.

"Then how can those 'new people' accept us favourably? The answer is simple. Living without liberty and showing off the culture of admiration. When people realise that they can live a more cultural life than the old country, they abandon their country wholeheartedly and show their condolences to Weitz. Be aggressive."

Leo was stunned and listening to Dietrich.

I wonder why.

He's just talking calmly - hey, I'm scared.

Dietrich narrowed his eyes gently, continuing.

"A peripheral land is one where the royal capital is poorly monitored. That's why I go there and teach people Weitz-style beauty, music. Not from above, but from the civilian population, as if it were a great treasure too. People take the time to gradually lose their fangs to Weitz. If enough of that 'grace' stains, I'll change places. That repetition."

He likes Claudia's position of remaining.

Because in the House of Harkenberg, where the Rigid are revered, I was certainly "left behind" to use such a praiser, and, moreover, it is more acceptable to the civilian population to be ridiculed as such.

Alarmed whether or not, Leo, who had embraced Dietrich, no longer had words.

"But, Adeira. Sometimes I get sick of doing that. I wonder what beauty is all about, right? No more extraordinarily beautiful paintings, no more pleasant sounds in my ears, but a tool for brainwashing. But, Adeira - you're not."

As he stroked Adeira's cheek thanks to his love, he mouthed softly on his forehead.

"You are always honest. Remains emotional. I live the way I want, not to please someone. That's good. Where there is no intention, it relieves me. I love it, Adeira."

The dressed Adeira poured out a few years' worth of love whispers in one piece, just turning her face bright red like a stewed tomato and opening and closing her mouth when she puffed it.

"Nah... nah..."

"I want you to relax. If you don't want to see my face either, it's caged in the land on the edge, and if you want to break a vase, I'll have something worth breaking. I think you should leave your niece alone for as long as you want."

It was only by getting Adeira to do better, and Leo, not remembering being bullied, leaned back and neck behind the two of them.

But Dietrich poured a loving glance on his wife, not at all concerned with it.

"He used to say he didn't even want to hear his voice, so he didn't talk much. But you're really wrong. I should have spoken to you more, more than once. - I'm sorry, Adela. But anyway, I like you. That's why I want you to behave as you please without having to expose yourself to anyone."

"-... hey, hey, dear...!

Even minus the fact that the two protagonists are not very aesthetically shaped, it's as if this is a scene of romantic opera (melodrama).

Adeira poured tears from her crushed eyes like a piglet, and stuck them in her husband's chest.

"Ah... I thought you were totally, totally separated from me, from my husband and everyone else...!

"Right. I'm sorry."

"So, no one is expecting anything... because I knew it myself...

"Yeah."

When Dietrich nodded gently, Adeira looked up.

The face was filled with tears, and I couldn't say it was beautiful in flattery, but there was something about the glittering eyes and the look of hissing up at this one that struck people in the chest.

"Akame, -... again, because I'll try. No more dieting, no more yelling, no more breaking vases...! So, Akata, fine......!

"Yeah."

Let the splendid Marquise be.

The words, stuck in his throat, were not very audible.

But everyone who was there was convinced that Adeira was reborn at this moment, and held her head down softly.

- I was flabbergasted by the opera concept, except for about one.

(Ha-ha-ha! Master Adeira has finally made up her mind! Dear Dietrich, Nice! That's my husband!)

Leo was convinced that Adeira kept telling me to "be a fine, actress".

When I stopped destroying the vase, I didn't know why I could be a fine actress, but where I was worried about turning into an actress, my husband told me to "do what I like to relax" and I replied, "Ah, good luck," so it would be nice if you decided to turn to me as a singing princess.

As I was trying to make a whirling profit, my voice hung from Adeira, who wept.

- Leonora.

"Oh, yes!

So were you overflowing with guessy thoughts?

She hurries and pulls herself together, but Adeira says nothing but a twist.

Ha, and tilting her neck, she eventually turned her mouth into a letter to her, telling her as she turned away.

"-... Oh, thank you"

"Yes?"

"Give me a song... about you, that... praise me.... Glad to hear it. And... sorry."

To Adeira, who bites her lips and turns back and lowers her head deeply, her surroundings breathe secretly.

As far as they know, this was the first time she had bowed her head to people in this mansion.

"Yu, I don't think you'll be forgiven, though. I'm going to apologize again and again."

That is, nevertheless, the sight depicted in the Bible.

It was like a scene where a sinner, who had been taught by the Spirit to sin of arrogance, drooped his head deeply and begged for forgiveness.

To an unfamiliar apology, Adeira has tears in her eyes.

This is the first time I've ever been bad (freshly), and I was scared to think about what they would do.

But when she became a fine Marquise, she swore an oath. Even as the girl refused to apologize, Adeira thought so, trying to bow her head as many times as she could.

but

"-... why?"

The girl in front of me doesn't even hide her strange look.

On the contrary, why don't you let even a little panicked emotion seep in and tell Adeira to look up?

"I, Lady Adeira, have not been apologized for."

Without any evil, Adeira glanced seriously at the girl who said so - and when she realized that was what the other person meant, she leaked the bitterness of losing her power.

Not at all, no match.

The lady's book, to Emilia, the girl of abnegation and mercy, Leonora.

Adeira sighs at what a high example she should be aiming for.

But now she had a magical word, to not be frightened before such a high goal.

- You're the protagonist.

(Akata, the protagonist)

Adeira bites the word.

It had the strong power to arouse her heart and raise Rin and her gaze, which had been reputed to remain.

"Hey, Leonora"

"Yes?"

Calling, the girl looks up all the time.

"At least, then," Adeira muttered, staring into the face of a girl who seemed not to be asking for an apology or anything at all.