Chapter 99 – Dance Academy
Snobel stared at her mother as she entered her room.
Black Bell’s appearance was the same as usual.
She had the look of a lady with well-trimmed orange hair and a modest dress.
Seeing her in perfect condition, including her moderately revealing indoor make-up, it felt like what happened last night was nothing more than a nightmare for her.
“Isn’t that the dance you said you wanted to do, Snowbell?
It is the fate of nobles to become the best after starting once.
Shouldn’t my schedule be disrupted just because I overslept?”
“Don’t worry about that.
This week, I only have classes in the afternoon, and even if I don’t, I’m confident in dance.
Even if you skip class for a day, you won’t lose to anyone.
I won’t disappoint you, mother.”
When Snobel answered neatly, Black Bell opened her eyes wide, as if momentarily taken aback, and she let out a soft laugh.
Her stern, fierce eyes turned into a crescent moon and softened.
“Whoop whoop…”
“Why is that, mother?”
“Snobel, you are now able to speak with such confidence.
That is exactly what aristocrats do.
It is worthwhile to trust and wait for our daughter.
Can we look forward to the future?”
“Oh, mother…!”
Compliments and smiles from the stern Blackbell.
It was to the extent that Snovel, her party who received her praise, was rather greatly surprised.
It is true that she is confident in her dance.
Objectively speaking, Snowbell’s dancing skills were outstanding.
Because of her low self-esteem, she just couldn’t express it confidently.
But now it’s different.
Now that I have decided to fight a man with an unknown ability for the sake of my family.
She was able to speak her mind clearly without shrinking.
‘It’s just that you’re so happy…’
When was the last time you got a compliment from her mother?
Snobel had to try to suppress her frivolous twitching lips.
However, as Blackbell spoke next, her smile froze at once.
“Snobel. I’d like to book you for an esthetic. Can you tell me a good date?”
“Eh, aesthetics? Why are you asking that all of a sudden?”
“…”
Snovell bit her tongue furiously out of embarrassment.
Black Bell’s eyes trembled at the sight of her daughter’s untidy appearance again after her praise, but he did not seem to have any intention of putting cold water on her.
“I’ve received it myself. That man, June, is a great skill worthy of his reputation.
I’m asking because I really want you and Razbel to experience it.”
In Snobel’s mind flashed the image of Black Bell clinging to her man, unable to control her pleasure.
Her face turned bright red.
She decided to strike back with her cautious words first.
“Mother, but as a noblewoman, you said that you shouldn’t expose your bare skin to a man outside, right?
Especially since Rasbel and I are still virgins…”
“You’re right, obviously I said that.
But looking at it now, I wonder if that was a narrow-minded way of thinking.
We need to accept him as a professional, just an esthetician, not an outsider.
Just like we don’t discuss sensationalism in a work of art.”
Snobel swallowed her saliva.
Blackbell’s words sounded right at first glance, but no, they were actually persuasive.
Her words were most likely not words from her own thoughts, but rather perceptions planted in her by Jun.
It was already expected that Jun would not stop at Black Bell, but also extend his magical powers to Snowbell and Rasbell sisters.
He would try to keep the entire Viscount Barrier in his hands, even if it was just to get rid of her behind-the-scenes.
If that’s the case, it’s useless to say that Snowbell doesn’t need an esthetic here.
Rather, it might make Jun wary and stimulate him to approach more cautiously and cunningly.
Then, there is one action that Snowbell must do here.
Conversely, actively approaching Jun and aiming for his gap.
“Then you’d better get it as early as possible, mother?
But today I have a dance class, so I think it will be difficult.”
“I see. But there is no need to worry.
I have a reservation for tonight anyway.
Make your decision at ease.”
Did you do it yesterday and do it today?
Snobel tried hard not to show his bewildered feelings on his face.
“Then why don’t I make a reservation for tomorrow night and Razbel the day after tomorrow?
Since I’m the older sister, I think it wouldn’t matter if I received it a day earlier.”
“Do as you please. Then reserve it like that.”
After Blackbell said that and left the room, Snowbell let out a nervous sigh.
Tomorrow evening.
The day of the decisive battle was quickly decided.
It’s a shame because she had already prepared her mind. If Black Bell had come ten minutes earlier, she would have been in a hurry, unable to make a decision.
Snowbel believed that his judgment was the best option he could make at the moment.
It was a natural decision to postpone the order of Razbel, who knew nothing.
Razbel has an abundance of magical power for his age.
Along with her father, Nutella Barrier, she deserved to be protected as they are the last two capable of countering Jun’s magic.
Snobel heard from her mother that she would book Jun’s esthetic, so she quickly came up with one of her plans.
A body that is unable to reveal his information anyway due to Jun’s hypnotic voice.
Snowbell herself can’t poke Jun’s gaps.
Her role was only to become a decoy for herself by receiving June’s aesthetic treatment tomorrow night, when Razbel and her father return to the mansion.
She is said to be banned from leaking information, but she should be able to do enough by telling her sister to eat and visit her sister’s room.
It doesn’t matter if hypnosis prevents you from specifying the exact time to come.
Because his esthetic will continue all night.
Even though Snovell herself may be manipulated and trampled by Jun, she is her victory if she can get the scene to be discovered by her sister.
If she is Razbel and her father, she will be able to defeat June.
Jun must inevitably have to approach those whose voices do not work, and Razbel and Nutella Barrier are the most powerful defensive magic users in the Empire.
It was a devastating operation that presupposed Snovell’s sacrifice on her part, but she had no hesitation on her part.
Anyway, other than this way, I couldn’t come up with any means to resist Jun, and to be honest, the thought that her incompetent and ugly older sister would sacrifice her body to save her genius, her younger sister made her feel even subtly happy. Heard.
“I’ll believe you, Rasbel.
Next time you’ll save her sister.”
Snovell said calmly and went to visit her.
Now it’s time for her to go to the dance academy.
I knew for sure what would happen in the next day, but now I thought about what kind of futility it was, but I thought about spending the day as usual because Jun might be suspicious.
And, at times like this, it feels like a new thing, but she really liked dancing.
She had the servants prepare the carriage.
An expensive carriage that cannot even be compared to stagecoaches.
To put it bluntly, Snowbel, who moved in a four-duty wagon that was more of a show-off, entered the dance academy.
Of course, her word is a dance school, and as the daughter of an aristocrat, there is no way that she attends a cheap academy together with the insignificant common people’s dreams of dancing.
The place she entered was the home and stage of the ballerina Agnes.
Agnes is a legendary dancer in the industry who has earned the title of prima ballerina, that is, the best dancer of her time, from the best ballet company in the empire.
The number of people learning dance here is less than ten, including Snowbell.
Except for Snowbel, they were also girls from powerful families comparable to him, if not up to nobles.
The daughter of the only newspaper owner in Berlin, the granddaughter of the head of the Noel Chamber of Commerce, the youngest daughter of a long-established legal family…
First of all, conversation can be seen as a class that communicates smoothly.
“Hello Miss Snowbell!”
“You’re here early, Snowbell!”
Entering the entrance of the stage used as a practice room, Snobel was greeted with friendly greetings.
It seemed that they had just arrived.
She answered them with a smile on her face, a nod of her head, or a wink of her eye.
The fact that Snobel is always depressed and withdrawn is a story confined to Barrier’s mansion.
No matter how low her self-esteem was, she was not stupid enough to show weakness to her apparent ‘underlings’.
She knew very well that their bright and cheery greeting was a tribute to the Viscount Barrier, not to Snowbel himself.
No matter what the inside of her heart was, no, because she harbored her feelings of inferiority and entitlement in her heart, she was the one who took special care not to reveal them outside her home.
In the first place, she could not find anyone to dwarf her, except for her superiorly gifted brother, or her stern and fearful mother.
She greeted her with a neither overly friendly nor cold attitude, and entered the preparation room provided for her individually.
Although it was a preparation room, it was a cozy space equipped with not only a place to change dance clothes and shoes, but also a washbasin, bathroom, and various furniture.
Even if it was a living space, it was easy to believe.
Snovell simply relaxed her body to relieve her tension at the thought of fighting her Jun.
After her stretch, she opened the closet where the leotard-type ballet and toe shoes were stored.
Kiik-
“…Uh?”
Snovell looked inside her closet and gaped at her.
This is because the ballet uniform specially ordered by the artisan of the zodiac is nowhere to be found, and there is something like a bundle of unidentified strings in its place.
At first, she thought she had come to the wrong prep room.
However, if you look around her, you can see the scene in the preparation room that she has become accustomed to over a year or so.
It was never an illusion.
“Now, wait. Don’t be ridiculous!”
Snowbell shouted in a trembling voice.
If a thief had broken into the dressing room and stole all her clothes, she wouldn’t have been so surprised.
However, when I looked closely at the lumps of fabric in the closet, the shape began to look familiar.
It was something I had seen the day before, that is, last night…
Smart!
“Miss Snowbell, this is Nancy.
What are you doing?”
“…!”
Nancy, the granddaughter of the head of the Noel Chamber of Commerce, knocked on the door of the preparation room and asked if she had heard her startled voice.
Snobel snatched her cloth from her closet and opened the door to the dressing room.
Jump!
“Kyaaak!”
When Snobel suddenly opened the door, she took a step back, startled by Nancy, who had been knocking right in front of her.
She was looking at Snovell with her eyes wide open.
“What is this…”
However, it was Snovell who wanted to open her eyes wide.
The first thing she saw when she opened her door was Nancy’s exposed skin.
She wore only two pieces of her undergarments, which were her see-through and barely supported by her thin straps.
It was the outfit that was in Snowbell’s closet, and it was also the outfit of Black Bell, who was receiving Jun’s aesthetic treatment last night.
Not only did Nancy’s skinny physique show off, but her pink nipples adorn the tip of her modest breasts and the secret area between her crotch were unfiltered.
“Why, why do you look at me like that?
Is there something strange…?”
“What’s strange…”
Snobel looked at her Nancy slowly, and she asked, bewildered.
Snobel looked over her entire stage, unable to follow her words.
‘This, this…’
The girls of powerful families are each warming up before Agnes, the ballerina, arrives.
All of the girls reflected in the mirror that decorates one side of the huge stage are all dressed like Nancy.
All of them were wearing disposable undergarments that are only worn when receiving full-body massages.
Let alone the exposure problem, the usage was completely wrong.
If you danced in something like that, it would all be cut off within a few minutes.
The most creepy thing is their attitude, which is no different from usual.
The expressions and gestures of each stretching or relaxing each other while chatting are scenes of everyday life.
Even if you wash your eyes and look for a sense of shame at the silhouette of the secret part that is revealed nakedly with legs wide open or the movement of bouncing breasts.
What about this strange and creepy situation?
Snobel, struck by a possibility, asked Nancy.
“…Nancy, you know the esthetician employed exclusively here?”
“Yes? Oh, sure. You’ve been treated every week for a year.
There’s no way I wouldn’t know.”
“I see. Do you know what his name is?”
Nancy shut her mouth for a moment, as if asking for something obvious.
However, as if she did not want to rudely pry on the daughter of the Viscount Barrier, she immediately opened her mouth.
“You’re a man named Jun, aren’t you?
He has brown hair and a gentle look like a puppy.
Your skin care skills… Your skills… How was it?
Why can’t I remember…?”
Snovell broke into a cold sweat as he watched Nancy curiously tilting her head.
