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Arthur, who had been frozen for a while, came to his senses again when a stone-like hand was placed on his shoulder.

Arthur slowly turned his head at the thick texture, which he could not believe was human, and was forced to take a step back by the earnest gaze of Benedick, who seemed to be several heads taller than him.

“Hello. The 3rd Prince. What are you doing here?”

“Ah. I. That is. I received something precious from the daughter of the Aln family, so I came to express my gratitude.”

“For such things, your eyes are.”

“Father! Don’t you remember what I said a while ago?!”

“That. no! Lucy! It’s not what you think!”

“No, what is it? Do you think I look blind in your eyes?”

The sight of his daughter scolding his father, who had to look up at him even though he was kneeling, and his father hunching his shoulders and making excuses in front of his little daughter, wondering where his previous strength had gone, made Arthur feel like all the thoughts he had been thinking just a moment ago were foolish. I felt it and ended up laughing.

It was so beautiful that I really thought that was Lucy Alln.

“Has your foolish father turned into a pouting goldfish? Why are you already forgetting a story that hasn’t even been a day old?”

“…I’m sorry.”

“I think I heard you say sorry even during the day? Is my memory weird? Because I’m the daughter of a foolish father, have I become a fool too?”

She’s right. She’s the only one who could treat Benedick like that.

After a while, when Benedick’s eyes began to turn red, Lucy sighed and stretched out her hand to stroke Benedick’s head, telling him to do better next time.

Benedick, who cried and laughed at his daughter’s touch, looked at his daughter’s eyes and spoke carefully.

“Thank you so much. Lucy. Stir. There’s just one thing I’d like to ask.”

“What is it? Say it.”

“Are you going to go up to the podium in this outfit? Isn’t it too noticeable?”

“Is your idiot father really such an idiot? Otherwise, why would I bring that perverted apostle?”

“…perverted apostle?”

“It’s been a while. Lord Benedict.”

Benedick’s face turns grim once again as he sees Frete smiling brightly while wiping the nosebleed from his face.

What was different from the time before with Arthur was that this time Lucy did not try to dissuade Benedick.

“Apostle of the Order of Arts.”

“…Yes?”

“I think we should have a serious conversation.”

“Lord Benedict. In the Aln family, is conversation done with raised fists?”

“This is the conversation between a father and his daughter.”

“Indeed. understand. Just give your life so that we can have a chance to explain when it’s all over.”

*

“I wasn’t planning on coming to this disgusting place again.”

“…2Queen. There are a lot of people around.”

“I know. That’s why I spoke with the sound blocked on purpose.”

Senar Soladin, who entered the party hall, smiled and greeted the nobles of his faction who were expressing their joy from afar, while at the same time making a harsh sound full of thorns from his mouth.

“Damn. What kind of trouble is this because of that crazy bitch?”

1Queen. Unlike his soft eyes, Senar’s feelings towards Kabaddi Soladin were not good.

How can you like someone who has been an obstacle to you at every turn, starting from when you were very young and continuing until now?

“Please be patient. Isn’t it just one evening?”

“I know. I’m just doing this because I can’t stand it without complaining.”

It has been several years since she became the second queen of the kingdom and has been planning to make her son king to achieve various goals.

Senar, who had been so fed up with social activities, was not an idiot who couldn’t distinguish between construction and construction.

However, the fact that I came back to the academy just made me feel bad. Still, it wasn’t all bad things.

“At least, I’m glad that Cecil has become a little more human.”

Her son, who had never done anything the way he wanted, was acting like a prince for the first time.

Cecil, who had begun to change gradually after feeling something after being defeated by Lucy Aln last time, was now showing a more mature appearance than ever.

So much so that even old men from high-ranking noble families who did not like Cecil looked at him differently.

“Thanks to you, I was able to do what I had to do instead of trying to please the older people.”

Senar took his eyes off Cecil and his surroundings and slowly looked around the venue.

“While Lucy Alln is away, we should secretly persuade the people around her.”

The first thing that caught her eye was the daughter of the Patran family, who was smiling politely among the many daughters.

Partran has a huge back and a sharp appearance that takes the breath away of even the most powerful person.

A nobleman’s ritual ingrained in his body.

In addition, she possesses magical talent that seems to show that she has strong Patran blood, and as soon as she appeared, she became one of the pillars of many noble daughters.

And as can be seen from the ladies gathered around her, the power of Lady Patran’s name has become stronger than before.

Her achievements at Soul Academy and her appearance, which became more sculptural while attending the academy, made it possible.

It must be difficult to talk to you now. Because if I intervene, it will be obvious.

I’ll have to wait until the party is ripe.

By the way, the clothes that child is wearing are very pretty.

Where on earth did you get something like that?

Even the craftsmen I know couldn’t make clothes like that.

Let’s ask this later.

After getting his attention, Senar’s next target was the saint of the main church.

She, who had been doing good in the world without a break according to the will of the Lord for a long time, was surrounded by many people, even though people from the church did not visit her.

All they conveyed were words of gratitude.

Gratitude for saving the territory in the past.

Gratitude for saving someone’s life.

Gratitude for resolving the grievances of someone who died unjustly.

The endless feast of gratitude that followed reminded me of someone’s comment that although the goodness of the church may be questioned, no one can deny the goodness of the saint herself.

I can’t even get to that side right now. It’s just a landmine worse than the old men around Cecil.

…what? You came along today, wearing something a bit flashy for a saint.

Since the part looks similar to the Lady’s, it must be a gift from a friend.

That one is really pretty too.

What kind of craftsman made it? I’m getting more and more curious.

For now, let’s put this question aside for later.

Let’s see. Is that the one who is relaxed now?

Daughter of the Kent family. A child who was born into a famous swordsmanship family and showed off his outstanding talent by crushing everyone of his generation.

It was thought that he would become the glory of the kingdom in the future, and even now, he has been pushed aside by Lucy Aln, but he is still a monster with overwhelming sword skills.

And a person who is closer to a beast than a nobleman who does not pay any attention to his surroundings.

Seeing the Lady of Kent in the corner randomly stuffing food into her mouth, Senar quietly turned away from her.

When I looked back on my previous memories, I realized that if I tried to get close to that place, I would only get burned.

Then all that’s left now is Arthur.

Where is it? The party is about to start, but why am I nowhere to be seen?

As he has become more active these days, more and more people are paying attention to him.

Just when Senar was thinking about whether he should have a chat with our nobles, the lights in the venue went out.

Is this just the beginning?

We can finally see Lucy Aln.

Let’s take a look at the face that is said to have become so beautiful that the apostle of the Arts Church praised it.

Senar was scanning the stage with the intention of finding fault in some way out of repulsion, but her thoughts were scattered the moment the lone shining person appeared in the darkness.

So far, as the second queen of the kingdom, Senar has faced countless beauties, but has replaced all admiration with the expression “beautiful.”

At best, I just added an adverb like too or very to the front and never thought about whether expressions beyond “beautiful” exist.

In the past, Senar praised himself as an efficient person, but not now.

She had forgotten all the words at this moment and resented herself for being lazy in the past.

How should I describe the scenery before my eyes?

How can I explain this sight that makes my head turn white just by looking at it?

How can I describe in words this beauty that sparkles even in the dark?

Should I explain it in detail?

Should I talk dirty about how beautiful she is from head to toe?

Or should I use metaphors like a poet?

Shining?

Brighter than the stars?

It seems like a warm sun in the shape of a human has come down to the venue where the lights have gone out?

Does it look like an angel who came down to earth from the Lord?

I don’t know.

That thing that made the venue quiet just by appearing.

That thing that makes you listen to even the sound of small feet moving.

That thing that makes you focus on every single gesture of your hand or foot.

That thing that makes me clutch my heart wherever my eyes pass.

That thing that makes even a mean smile seem attractive.

How should I describe it?

ah. I see

I was mistaken.

The word beautiful does not replace all admiration.

Since I only know the word beautiful, I just brought down the many things I saw into the realm of beauty.

And at this moment, as I face something that cannot be contained in the word beautiful, I realize how foolish the word beautiful is.

I hate myself.

There is a beauty before my eyes that cannot be contained in the word beautiful.

There stands a beauty that needs to be described with more and richer words.

I have to keep repeating that I am beautiful as always.

“Ah.”

Even though an angel with hidden wings stood in the middle of the podium and spoke, time stopped passing at the party venue.

The silence created by the angel-like child’s appearance was strong enough to last until she disappeared.

“Puut. hello. You idiots. It’s so disgusting that you’re looking at me like you’re a pervert. Does it feel like a dream when you look in the mirror and see such a beautiful person? Oh my. What should I do? From next time, I will be afraid to look in the mirror~”

“…What?”

“…what is that.”

“…Are my ears strange?”

And the person who broke the solid silence was not anyone else but the girl who created the silence herself.

At a time when many people were perplexed between beauty that was so hard to find words to describe and language that was so uncultured that it was hard to believe that she was an aristocrat.

Lucy Alln, who was at the center of the confusion, was giggling and looking down at the president.