Chapter 18: Thin Ice

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The crows applauded, to which I curtsied before assimilating into the starting dances. I ended up dancing with far more people than expected. As for the previous dance, it was possibly about 8-ish. They were mainly ranging from younger boys about 10-12, as well as older gentleman. I was quite surprised, but as I didn't feel like declining, I had no choice. Belle Haruna didn't fully introduce me to the formalities and etiquette, only the bare minimum that I would use. As for the reasons behind it, it was out of the question. After all...

"Dancing is why you are here. Nothing more nothing less." She ended up proclaiming before we continued dance-fighting. Though, compared to my ex world's version of dance-fighting, this was far less comedic and far more painful. But on the bright side, it ended up allowing me to rank-up to more people in the first place.

Now the only reason why I ended up seeing this as a good thing, rather than just a tedious one was all of the opportunities. Sure, there were ones where as i danced, they were downright proposing for me to become one of their consorts, much to my displeasure. Thankfully, my dance partner switched with someone else almost immediately in the middel of the conversation.

However, there were other ones, such as a noble whom is skilled in jewelry making, as well as a noble who is skilled in tailoring. Although each fo them just wanted to use me as a mannequin, their proposal was in money as well as some custom made dresses and jewelry, which was a beat we can all dance to. Perhaps the most "jackpot" one was a noble merchant wishing to have me as one of the traveling dancers. Although it would seem like it wouldn't pay much, like some sort of low-quality tavern dancer working for barely scraps, the eccentric man's goal was laid out with tons of reason and logic behind it. Even if I was a sceptic, I couldn't argue much.

The jewelry and clothing, I could most likely do tomorrow in the morning and afternoon day, as I ended up finding that lived quite near one another. Since it was quite essential for Sierra to pick me up using her shadow travel, I don't think I could adventure tomorrow, much less have a random guard follow me around.

As I went and danced with around 18 people, cycling through the over and cover, I was disappointed that I didn't get much fo a chance to taste their new platter out.

"May I have a dance?" Someone said.

My recent dancer has been caught by his wife, to which he was reprimanded. After that, I could tell that many people were trying to gradually get closer so that they may dance. But it seemed that they were beat by this person.

I ended up turning around, to which I was quite shocked to find it was none other than Vivilola.

I ended up bowing. "It would be a pleasure." But in the inside, it was far different.

WHY IN THE WORLD IS SHE ASKING ME!!!! No! Have I been found out? No, looking closer, she doesn't seem to be chummy with me. That may be because we are at a formal meeting. Still, I shouldn't let my guard down.

We ended up dancing, to which we each took turns leading. Observing her dance, it was no surprise that she was of elven nobility. Her movements were agile, yet graceful. I wondered if this what my blade dance style will turn out?

"You dance quite well. By yourself and with others" She complimented.

"Thank you, your ladyship."

"You don't have to be so formal. It's just you and me."

Her kind attitude was still the same. As we danced, I could sense her rhythm. It was without a doubt quite pleasant. If she was an instrument, definitely a flute. Perhaps a piccolo. It definitely held the nature of an elf– fleeting, wise, calm, and protector of nature. It was definitely one of the better rhythms among the nobility. Now, from what I can observe, your rhythm is affected by the society in which you grew up on. Regardless of what type of soul you have, through it may eventually play a factor, your rhythm is a song that changes alongside your own change. So, the exotic factor of her rhythm, since there weren't many elvens her. Possibly just her body guards, whom were standing near the wall watching up intently.

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