802 642. The princess of resentment takes her hand.

After a beat of silence, the music of the dance finally began.

He directs me in a slow motion so that the style changes its center of gravity softly before I think about it. Step by step to be invited, and step by step and if I realized it, I would have taken the steps as usual. Go right, flow left, and go around the floor to match the music. Hopefully for being able to dance, if the physical tension was lifted, the movement stained by the body was already taking its own steps.

"It's okay. Because I'm here.

Heh heh, the grin of the grinning style is really soft.

It's like a lie to be nervous myself. I'm sure you told me to cheer me up, and I lost a little strength in the kindness of the style again. Playing into the music, I can put a lot of effort into the hands of the stele I gratefully gripped. Style's shoulders rose and fell as soon as possible.... They've gripped me too hard than I thought.

Suddenly the cheeks of the stele turned red and I wonder if you put up with the pain and I'm worried that you've put up your nails. If I only moved my fingertips where I thought I'd put my nails up to delude them, for some reason the face of the style became unnecessarily red with my lips squeezed. On the contrary, did it remind me of the pain, or rather embarrassed me to notice that I was putting up with the pain? Though I'm the one who's completely bad.

But while I was worried about Stayle, I could already dance unconsciously if I realized it. I realize now that all the sights of everyone watching me are warm and the same dance as before that has never happened. There are only six Ningro dancers, even if they are alone or their opponents are staying in. The time for the dance itself is much shorter than last time, and the viewers are much smaller. Besides, all the dancing opponents have already noticed, starting with the style. That makes it weird that I was nervous, and now I laugh in a fuzzy voice.

Then he blinked loudly as Style noticed and reviewed me. "I'm sorry......" he apologizes for some reason, tilting his little neck without knowing.

"Why are you apologizing? I could safely dance thanks to the style.

"No.... more than that, have you been able to talk to the guards safely?

Style changes the story to me asking.

I guess I didn't want them to notice I was putting up with the pain. Then I shall stick to the subject of the style and say that it would be rude for me to moat deeply here. Yeah, thanks to you. And as I returned, I turned my gaze around to my surroundings.

It was Style who helped me get the guards ready to be invited to the celebration today. Though the proposal seems to be Tiara, the two of us really made various suggestions for me and moved it to implementation. The same goes for the rest of this, and Stayle would have been particularly busy getting ready until today. Yet instead of complaining to me, he tried his best not to look disgusting.

After I was allowed to be involved in official business, I said I would help, but I was refused "because this is what I was fully entrusted to do". I can only thank you enough for your hard work for today. I knew it was a huge burden on Stayle, but I really didn't want to tell you "let's do it as usual" from me.... I really wanted to make this place.

Really, because I wanted to apologize with my own mouth.

recapture battle and the... long time ago.

Except within the Stiles, they were the ones who suffered the most from me. No matter how many times Dr. Dez apologized until today, he acted like he forgot and laughed, "You're alive and above all that," but if it's true, it's not such an easy forgiveness and a good story. It's healed, I'm glad you did. I'm well beyond the range. Even guards are not good at being violenced because it is their job to protect castles and royalty. That's why I wanted to properly apologize to each and every one of you on this occasion.

Naturally by those who were driven insane because of me, or put on watch in a tower away, but definitely not especially by those who were injured. Who was shot by Adam in a tower away, and... who was injured by me fleeing.

The truth is, as soon as Val woke up, he wanted to come and see them too, but Style stopped him. The Knights said it was for "that," but the guards said, "because it's hard for Pride to walk around the castle before the official announcement." I was told I'd call all the guards if I had to, but I was caught by the apologizing side calling. That's why today, when my survival is announced, I wanted to see them from the front in a decent way and apologize as well.

"Guys,... you really don't blame me for being incredible,... disgusting faces, even.

With that said, my voice creaks a little.

Really... no one could blame me. So much so that I thought I couldn't blame myself.

I knew it. I'm still the first princess, not the kind of person they can blame for the guards. I just have to say "I don't care" no matter how much I hate it, whether I'm genuinely scared or disgusted. There's no way I can even put it on my face. I wanted to apologize because I knew I couldn't tell you the truth. It's too good a bug to want you to forgive me from the bottom of your heart.

Apologizing and turning, the guard was blushing at the point of nearness rather than speaking. Naturally, I am determined to be nervous if I am summoned to such an unfamiliar place, albeit thankful, to speak to the First Princess in front of the nobles. It's not like talking lightly during your usual escort or security.

Guys, when I talked about it, my expression got a little rough, but I tried to apologize and I said, "No!" "I'm more than happy to be back." "I'm sorry that I was able to reach you."... even the guards I injured, say so.

Some people endured me with tears, even though it was natural for me to be afraid of such a dehumanization of fear. "Really, well done. Welcome back...! ♪ And still do your best to be happy that I'm back. ♪

I knew I didn't like it enough that it really scared me.

"... naturally. There's no way I can do a disgusting face.

Style returns to a sigh of sigh to me that clouds the words and shuts them up.

I drop my shoulder just a little bit laughing, reassured by the style I'm back in my usual shape, but right...... I wonder if, for better or worse, they could have hit their true hearts if they had even been stripped of their royal identity.

Then he drew my hips, accompanied by a stile, to scold me for depressing. Gu, and if I felt the pressure of my palm, I would have circled him around the axis in the next moment. It spinned around like a coffee cup in a previous life, and when the thought caught up, the cheer was delayed and reached my head.

"Finally." I missed him. There's no way there's a person who can see him and look disgusted.

Style, speaking in a slightly scolding tone, frowned and pointed his lips, as if they were swollen.

Look around you more properly, and go around the floor to the point where you can't turn your eyes after being carried on. If we turned our attention to our guests as Steele told us, the guards were also lining up behind them while trying to shy away from the nobles.

Guards with many disappointed backs and bodies seemed to have a clear view even from the rear. Everyone let their eyes shine and cheered and applauded happily every time they spinned to match the lead of the style. He's looking me in the eye with a broken face. He's also the guard I apologized for earlier. He was the one who complained with a desperate look that there were no spear wounds stabbed at me or marks now.

"You are the victim. Even if you don't admit it, I'll insist on it more than once. If you blame yourself, blame us for not realizing it for two months.

That's good, right? I was strongly told, and the eye behind my glasses stabbed me as thin as a needle as it looked down if I raised my face.

Yes...... and nodding, staring back at him from me too. My pitch-black eyes were clearly picturing me like a mirror.

Like angry, every word I tell you to say sounds gentle to my chest. I knew you were angry at me.

"... thanks, Stayle.

I am much happier now than comfort that gentle reprimand.

If I smiled back in gratitude, Style opened his eyes. Stop turning around and get off my face once again while it's a loose step. Did you feel a little too high than you seemed, your ears red that made you peek from your dark hair. "I'm sorry...... I oversaid it," he says, shaking his neck sideways to Style.

"Don't apologize. I'm sure I'm not the only one who can be saved by that kind of place in Stayle.... you've always been like that.

"... if Pride will stay put, I guarantee you for the rest of your life.

Hey, Style is still a little mad at me for only looking me in the eye with a deviant face.

After I said that one word, I tied my lips to one letter, and my face became red. Still, my eyebrowed eyes were so sweet. Laughing unintentionally, he turned his soft expression from the front to me like if I gave him back the power of his face.

The music loosens its tune to the end, as if foreseen. I slowly began to flush the steps towards the end, even from the style, if I noticed. If we gently release one arm from each other, he lowers his voice just a little.

"Sorry...... I really wanted to talk to you more, properly......

That's what I said and apologized to you again. Style's expression is a little dark.

Maybe he was trying to cheer me up more during the dance. He cared that you became a preacher. To the gentle style of everywhere, I laugh and say again the next time.... In the meantime, the style that replied to me for some reason made my shoulders even rounder.

I heard the style squeal small "next......" in a swelling applause after thanking my guests. I still feel depressed after all. Now he took me back to the side of Tiara, pulling that hand the opposite of when I entered.

Tiara, who kept her eyes shining and applauded me all the time, twisted her neck on a style with round shoulders for some reason. Tiara stroked Steele's head to comfort her, peering into Steele's face from the bottom after calling her brother. The style, which also rounded the back with the shoulders and slightly dropped, had a head at a height that Tiara could reach even as she reached. Stroke that brunette hair from me too on a style that drops its gaze on all the marble floors.

"... I'm glad I'm your sister-in-law. Something that will definitely get you out of hand again.

As soon as I told her, Steele's head gained momentum so much that her hair was disturbed.

The glasses have slipped diagonally due to over-critical lifting. Round his eyes and tone his hair with his hands caressed with at least just his hair on a style that is rarely dressed.

I hear the prelude to the next dance start again, and I look back and say I have to get back soon. Then I'll go, and I'll speak to both of you, and I'll be back on the floor with my fast feet.

... Ru, they grabbed my arm before.

I was comparing my hand to mine as if I had forgotten something, and I was surprised that Stayle herself grabbed my hand when I stopped and turned around.

What's the matter and I wait too. Style only makes his face a moment to be rushed to the prelude, then opens his mouth.

"Pride, I am...! Even if it's pride."

"I know.

Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh

Was my response surprising, or shocked that it was blocked? Stayle got stiff with his mouth open trying to talk. But I really thought Stayle would do that.

The gripping hand solidified with strong tension and then slipped out of the gap. I stroked his lacquered black hair through with my fingers only once, wondering if I could go.

"... dance, let me take your hand again. Because I promise I will take it.

I'm coming, he said.

I just re-said it again and then ran with my heels. Line up with him waiting for me on the floor, taking great care not to have to look at me in the dress. As soon as I got up on the floor, a warm applause greeted me again.

I don't have time for the next song. Face it as soon as you combine it with him, and another exalted ordinance will introduce you again to who your next dancer is.

"His Royal Highness Leon Adonis Coronaria, First Prince of the Kingdom of Anemone.

Face Leon, laugh at each other.

Despite making me wait until just before, a smooth smile and graceful movements welcomed me with my hands wide open.