Chapter 156

Chapter 156

C156

The debutante was the official debut stage for young noblewomen coming of age, and it was also an event that opened the door to Thanksgiving Day.

During Thanksgiving Day, a large-scale hunting competition and dance were held at the Imperial Palace, attended by people from all walks of life, starting with local lords.

The debutantes, one by one, were presented, and the connections they built at that moment would continue to exert their influence in the future.

There was no better stage than this for young women who wanted to successfully integrate into aristocratic society, but in my case, there were so many surnames to remember that my head was about to explode.

Ugh.

That's not all.

What kind of bastard has so much pretentiousness.

I trembled as I looked at the label detailing the angle of flexion and the movement of lifting the skirt.

"Being of nobility is not always good."

While memorizing the complicated imperial family tree with my hands on my head, I jumped when I heard that the dance teacher had arrived.

Since I was about to have my debutante, my father invited a lady who was said to master social etiquette and a famous dance teacher.

The young aristocrats had already learned to dance, but the problem was that, during the debutante, there were many eyes watching.

"There are many nobles looking for partners for their children."

Before their debutante, young women perfect their dancing skills by checking for bad habits in their movements.

"Still, dancing is fun compared to memorizing names with four or five syllables."

With astonishing talent for body language, I mimicked the teacher's movements like a photocopier.

"In — was a perfect move. Princess."

While the dance teacher spat out compliments from her mouth, she clapped until her hands dried and wore out.

"One of the best people I've taught... Ah!"

Duke Seymour suddenly appeared while I was learning to dance in the practice room of the annex.

"Don't worry, continue the class."

He stood to the side of the wall, crossed his arms, and the teacher continued the class while sweating as if she were in the rain.

"In — saying this because she's my daughter, but she is very good at dancing."

"The princess dances nobly and beautifully like a swan. If she even practices preparing with her partner, she will get the most attention on the dance floor."

"If she practices with her partner?"

"It's a social dance, so having a partner to practice with will help her improve her skills."

"She already dances well enough, what more practice does she need?"

"No, of course not, Du —."

"...Ah, God, I can't learn to dance again."

The Du —, who was standing there with an unsatisfied face while muttering something under his breath, approached me as soon as the lesson ended.

"Let's take a walk for some fresh air."

"Yes."

I went out with him to the garden outside the annex.

"Deborah, did you get what you wanted at the Marquisate of Baslein?"

"Yes. Father."

"The Marquise of Baslein is a lady of great character, who has no shortcomings as a chaperone, and... she is also the aunt of Du — Visconti."

"Y-yes, that's true."

"Okay. But you..."

Duke Seymour blinked like a snake for a moment, and Isidor was startled.

"... yes?"

"What class are you? Just tell me a little about that."

Now that he thought about it, Duke Seymour was giving him a warm look he had never seen before. Isidor regretted not saying earlier that he was a mage.

"Actually... I don't know."

"Don't know?"

"Mana circles and aura are spirally connected, making it difficult to measure the class in general terms."

"As a magical swordsman, you have a unique constitution. How many classes of magic have you tried?"

"In the field of spatial magic, which I have been studying for a long time, it is possible to use class 7 magic. However, to learn first-class magic from other classes, a longer competition period is required than ordinary mages. So I have to make modifications that suit my constitution."

"Magic dealing with space is famous for being deceptive. Does that mean you improved it?"

"Yes."

Since he was a child, Isidor wanted to have his own space where he could accumulate gold indefinitely.

So, the first thing he learned was spatial magic and movement magic.

Duke Seymour's eyes widened as he looked at Isidor.

"Oh, I see, it's late. Let's have dinner."

"Yes. Du— I mean, Duke Seymour."

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Marquess François secretly hid in a carriage entering the mansion, and he was startled when he saw Albert, who appeared like a ghost in the middle of the night.

"What happened suddenly?"

"It seems like someone is stepping on your tail."

"Someone is stepping on my tail?"

"All the young ladies who were about to enter returned to their places, and Ravi, who was asking about a baby with divine power, vanished."

Marquess François asked indignantly in a low voice about the situation that was not easily resolved.

"Who did that?"

"If you do your best to find out who is doing it, it may make things worse. It should be left as a personal deviation of a dark wizard."

"Anyway, Ravi is a loyal minion who gave his soul to the demon, so he probably wouldn't be behind this."

"Damn it! Ravi was one of the smartest. Mia uses a lot of Holy Blood, but it will be difficult if the number of people decreases."

"I told Mia to stop serving for the time being. Now I'm teaching her the etiquette of aristocratic society."

"How is it going?"

"She's doing well. It seems that Princess Deborah was the stimulant. We have to work hard to compensate for the loss of this year's flower."

"Is there any news about the Saint that the devil revealed?"

"So much power was used during the celebration that it will be difficult to receive revelations from the devil for a while."

"Ah."

Albert let out a long sigh with a worried expression.

"For now, Albert-nim, as you ordered, put more effort into creating rumors and public opinion discrediting the Crown Prince."

"Understood."

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