Ohanabatake no Maousama

I thought it was a good day. The Kudels and others were rushed to Amoena to visit Belorator's villa.

The Royal Dance Company is literally a troupe run by the king of this country. The so-called theater elite is a collection of not only the best dancers around the country, but also writers, directors and stage directors. Being a member is the best status for theater people in the country, and there are no dancers who do not long for it.

"Well, I and Kauffana are an exception that doesn't appeal to me," Dolce laughs with plenty of irony.

"It's kind of authoritarian and cramped. No matter how good it is, if it doesn't fit in with the hobby of the top cadres, it's a waste of work. There's no half that guy. ''

Yes, once you belong to a country, there are obligations and responsibilities. You can't make works that criticize kings and nobles, and it's not unusual to use them as tools for politics and bargaining.

However, it seems that everyone is equally uncomfortable, and the members who hear Kaffana's remarks sneak in a cold gaze, similar to a bitter or a disdain. However, if you have a skin whose surface is hurt by such a thing, it is not a place where such a statement was expressed from the beginning.

"... I guess I should only have half. No one really understood the politics of the Imperial Court," said Kuders' eyes, as if Bowou was likely to swim. It was cloudy.

"Everyone sees only their interests. It's just a ruler, not a politician or even a manager."

In the words that mutter, those around you can only laugh. I don't think there is a politician or manager who doesn't give priority to his interests. In addition, he completely ignores Amoena and sticks to the surrounding practice scenery.

"I'm good. I'm a lonely girl anyway. I haven't heard of Amoena at all, and I feel like I want to live with watermelon for a while." "Oh, look no further than that, Koudersu The line dance practice begins over there. "

Dolcez desperately tried to transfer his interest to another, dealing with Coudels, who had been neglected and begun to be relentless.

"Line dance?" "It's a fashion that's trendy these days. A lot of dancers dance in a row with their shoulders crossed ... it's faster to see than to explain by mouth."

Then, Amoena dashes past the Kudels who stopped. Apparently he seems to be very obsessive and has no eyes on other practice scenes.

After Amoena, he walked slowly and chased with a completely relentless face, and Kudels arrived at the place where dancers lined up. And open your eyes.

"Wow, this is stunning. There is a luster like flowers swaying in the wind." In front of Kudels, a woman wearing training tights is showing off her amazing technique. Was. Is about twenty people dancing? The timing of turning around and the angle of raising the feet, all of them are perfectly aligned and there is no disturbance at all.

"I'm terrible ... I'm so beautiful ... I'd like to dance that way too." When Amoena saw the practice of the line dance, her words fell down. Apparently, the reason she went crazy was this line dance.

"I see. That's right." "Well, there's an impact. It's natural to be deprived."

However, Suddenly, Coudels becomes a suspicious face.

"Hmm. If you look closely, it seems that the dancers are all the same height." "Yes. If there is a difference in height, the lines made with dancers will make the lines uneven and it will be unsightly." If only one person is tall or low, it will stand out in a bad way. Line dancing is the beauty of coordination.

Suddenly, Kuders sees Amoena. Her height is about the same as the dancers who are dancing right now. No, she might have been slightly higher.

Kuders glances down her body from head to head. And he stayed at his feet.

"Amoena-san, your shoes look a little small." Amoena replied with a face that she woke up from her dream.

From that point on, Amoena feels like she was taking off her shoes only while she was in the carriage.

"Maybe the growth period is still going on? I don't think the size of the feet will change quickly."

It was when Kuders mumbled uneasyly. Suddenly, the priest of Berator, who had walked from there, called out.

"I'm sorry, Kudels-san, your party. In fact, you've got the word from Bertoll, so could you give us some time?"