Chapter 33 – Dancing
33.
“… Thank you even for the words.”
Carl, who was still looking at the blunt cross section on his hand, looked at Sophia’s words and looked at her face. She smiled awkwardly, slightly averting her gaze. “I know it is greed. How do you dance with this body.”
Hi-Hi. I’m sorry Carl. Still, thank you for saying that.
When Sophia’s soft voice conveyed that content, Carl unconsciously stroked Sophia’s cheek. “Yes?” As I always felt, Sophia’s skin was as soft as that of her newborn baby. Soft and bouncy texture. This is why Carl caresses Sophia’s cheek and pokes her lightly.
“Seriously, can you stop treating me like a child?”
“But. Didn’t you say ah earlier?”
“That’s it! It’s because I can’t eat myself!”
“But what should I say when I say ah, not ‘feed me’? Hmm. No. Sophia is an adult.”
“I feel strange… “
Carl laughed. Now, Sophia showed no signs of refusing to touch her casually, such as stroking her hair or touching her cheek. She didn’t even know what she was asking for more.
Although there was a request from others, Carl’s greed also played a significant role in bringing Sophia to the ballroom. In that respect, Sophia’s defenseless appearance was quite a boon.
“So. You mean you don’t want to dance with me?”
“Yes? It’s not like that. … Carl, are you kidding me again? It’s impossible to dance with a body like this.”
“Was it possible to kill the Demon King?”
“That’s a different story… “
“It’s no different, Sophia. Killing the Demon King? It was possible enough. Quite enough.”
“Hey, I can’t follow the flow of the conversation very well.”
“You can dance too. It’s absolutely impossible with other people, but it’s possible with me, Sophia.”
“?”
Sophia made a puzzled expression. It was as if she could feel the pain again in the cut section of her knife that gripped her, but the rough hand of her knife held her gently and wouldn’t let go. The left hand of her sword caught her Sophia’s side.
“Forgive me for being an escort this way out of necessity, lady.”
“Wow, do you know that Carl is an escort?”
“Hmm. Just now, I was a little surprised by my own vocabulary. Is it because you play with nobles?”
“Ahaha.”
It was good. Even if she didn’t dance, she just liked this moment. However, as if Carl wasn’t kidding, he lightly lifted Sofia and moved toward the center of the venue. The wheelchair fell off my hip. Sophia’s body floated. “What?” She was flying Of course she wasn’t actually flying, she was just held in the hand of a knife – but Sophia thought she was flying.
What matters is always thoughts, feelings, and moods. That’s all.
“Knife?”
“The steps are difficult, but I have to follow them well.”
“Fool. I don’t have any steps.”
“Maybe. May arise If you really want it.”
“Maybe? Will it come true if I really make a wish?”
“Then. You are a saint who is favored by the goddess.”
The two stood at the center of the venue. The people around me were oblivious to it. A murmur is heard. Sophia already knows what those sounds are. “Summer’s night, the sound of a full barret.” Carl whispers, looking Sofia in the eye.
The sounds you hear are like the chatter of bugs on a summer night. The voices whispering that there are no limbs, the disgusted glances, and the mocking laughter all belong to insects, so they say there is no need to worry.
“Now, close your eyes Miss Sophia. This is teacher Leben’s training time. Steps from the first step. Slightly lift the back foot to give momentum, and the front foot to lightly step on the heel. Just in time for me to take a step back. One two.”
“Carl, I’m bad at teaching. I don’t dance like that.”
“It’s noisy, student. You get 1 penalty point for throwing up at the teacher’s words.”
“Kick kick. I’m sorry, sir.”
Sophia’s waist height and Carl’s waist height match. Carl held Sophia’s waist with both hands, arms outstretched. Just as Carl held onto Sophia’s side with one hand, he raised his other hand and grabbed Sophia’s arm.
“I feel like I have grown taller.” “Well, originally Sophia was smaller. Like a dwarf.” “It’s not like that! It was average, average!”
Music flows The song is a song named Four Seasons left by a bard who was executed while in prison. He often sang songs as they gathered around campfires on their journeys. Sagye was one of them. The Sagye, played by the hands of several musicians, had a grand taste different from singing while playing the harp at a campfire.
The first is a stringed instrument played brightly and bouncing.
In spring, I met you and fell in love.
The lyrics flowed from Sofia’s mouth in a small voice. Sophia’s golden eyes turned to her knife. Carl smiled quietly and met her eyes. Sophia’s arms were trying to hug Carl’s waist, but they were too short to serve their purpose. But then what else? She was already in the mood to put her hand on the waist of her sword.
“I chased after you like a clear stream, and I was jealous like the cold spring that hasn’t gone away yet.”
“Mmmm~ I met you in the spring and fell in love, the love that sows the love that blooms.”
“Don’t you think sowing love is a bit erotic?”
“I don’t know about that, but I think you know that the knife is very sharp right now, right?”
Carl pulled Sophia into her arms for an instant, then she took Sophia’s arm and whirled it out of her, then she hugged her again. Sophia’s back buckled and her arms stretched out gently. Her half arm.
Sofia tilts her head and looks at her knife. Carl looks at Sophia, who is tilting her head.
“You look cool today, Carl.”
“As always, but today you look a little extraordinarily pretty, Sophia.”
Carl pulled Sofia into a hug again. Sofia’s chest and her sword’s abdomen meet, and her Sophia’s face is buried in her sword’s chest. Sophia’s lower torso also collided with the lower torso of her knife, but neither of them commented on this.
“I can hear your heartbeat, Carl.”
“Okay? Aren’t you running very tensely?”
“Phi, you seem to have room. That’s strange. Are you saying that I’m pretty?”
“The other side doesn’t have much room.”
“… Foul. It’s a foul.”
The four seasons change from spring to summer. The wind instruments gently intervene with a clear sound, but sometimes with a muddy sound. The sound of the string instruments was noticeably reduced and matched the beat with the wind instruments.
“I met you and kissed you in the summer-”
“A Midsummer Night’s Dream, in the meantime, the sound of grasshoppers.”
“That’s not the lyrics, Carl.”
“How are you? You call it whatever you want to call it. Like a minstrel.”
Sophia closes her eyes. The two continued to dance in close contact. Speaking of dancing, Carl was stepping on it and Sophia was just being hugged, but it became a painting nonetheless. Because it’s a picture of two beautiful men and women. One uncomfortable thing was that Carl’s erect penis kept touching him.
“Once, twice, every time I overlap my lips, my head is all about you. Ah, is this summer-go-yo-”
“I love you, but the rose with thorns twists itself. I hurt my finger without even knowing.”
“But in the scorching heat of a summer day, you can only get tired, and the heat in your head and the chill in your body.”
“The days when the person I love doesn’t look at me. Butterflies and bees and all sorts of bugs are unpleasant to hover around.”
Sophia opens her eyes. Her knife is still looking at her. Her eyes are dark The lower part… Still
“… Summer, summer, and summer I’ll go see you.”
“The lovestruck young man uprooted a rose vine and tied it around his neck.”
“The first kiss on a spring day won’t come to me anymore”
“It’s okay to shed blood, so to steal the rose alone, so a midsummer night’s honey”
“The dream of a summer night. The day I bit into something sweeter than my lips.”
The music reaches its climax as Carl lifts Sophia up. Two lips meet. Sophia opened her eyes slightly, then closed them.
Carl still likes me.
Thank god.
“Sophia.”
When her slightly pursed lips escaped in what seemed like an eternity, Carl’s lips held her name.
Sophia’s lips moved toward the knife again. Involuntarily, strength went into the arms of Carl who was carrying Sophia.
Sofia’s tongue taps Carl’s lips.
The tongue of a virgin who doesn’t even know what a kiss is.
*
“Aria-sama. You must be alive. If you are alive, I will definitely save you.”
The captain of the escort laughed sadly, and with those words he committed suicide. It was probably to avoid disclosing the location of his colleagues.
Shudder.
The head of the gentle escort captain who caught cicadas when they were young.
The cook is slicing.
Shudder.
I think I hear cicadas. Can’t you hear the sound of cicadas?
Shudder. Shudder.
Crying so sadly
