I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess chapter 63

63 – Barony of Isquente (5)

I could never have imagined it.

I never thought I would get nervous about moving my body.

It wasn’t my first time dancing, and it wasn’t my first time partnering with Sirien.

Because I was also the child of a noble family. Even though he was the son of a warrior, dancing was his basic skill.

Regardless of whether you are interested or not, I thought you would make an appearance at least once in social circles.

Still, all my nerves were on edge, wondering if I might move my feet wrong or make an ugly mistake.

I didn’t want to make that mistake, at least not now.

I couldn’t ruin this moment like that.

I followed Sirien’s every move with my eyes.

Arms that rise and fall like the wings of a bird. Steps that are slow yet easy to understand. Everything from where the gaze is directed to the playful application.

Every time Sirien came and went, the distance between them became closer and farther away.

The hands held together were sticky and there was no thought of falling apart.

I was glad to have this strong bond.

“Despite being said to be clumsy, you’re still good at it? “You can be more confident.”

“It’s desperate. “I’m still scared of making a mistake.”

“What if I make a mistake? “I will take it well.”

“For that matter, it seems like you want me to make a mistake.”

“A little bit? “It’s cute.”

A turn to go around in a circle together.

I turned following the direction Sirien’s hand was leading, and grabbed her waist as she took a step closer.

Her small, compact waist seemed to fit in one hand. Sirien’s scent rose to the tip of her nose.

It was like a mild and soft milk scent, or a sweet vanilla scent.

When the deep smile turned towards me, it changed direction.

Is it because we have been working together for a long time? She didn’t make any special promises, but she seemed to know what Sirien wanted to do and how to accommodate it.

Before she could even think, her body moved.

Every time Sirien moved, her collar fluttered. Like angel wings.

“Ahahahaha, I almost stepped on my toe.”

“Sorry. “I said I was being careful.”

“It’s okay because I avoided it.”

The reason prom dresses have puffy skirts is to make each and every gesture stand out.

When viewed from above, it looks like a flower, and the way it flutters along the dance line is quite beautiful to look at.

However, Sirien’s dancing stood out well even without a puffy skirt or fancy dress.

Sirien knew how to shine on her own. Each of her fingers stretched out into the air showed off her charm.

A veil that flutters dreamily. The curves drawn by an extremely well-maintained female body.

Behind the expression that seemed to embody happiness, the world was abstractly crushed.

There were only the two of us here. Other than that, everything else had become melted colors and were invisible.

“Hold it well. “If you fall, you’ll cry and blame yourself.”

“That kind of threat is a bit scary.”

Her arms supported her sensuously curved waist.

Sirien held my back for support, and between her arms, I saw a familiar – yet somehow unfamiliar – face.

She had a pretty face as usual. Maybe even more than usual.

My heart was racing for no reason, disturbing my ears.

“Look, you caught it well.”

“Because I don’t want to hear complaints.”

“Fool. “I can’t blame you.”

This time Sirien pulled me.

The distance was close. When we overlapped each other’s arms, there was only a fist-sized gap between our bodies.

The breath I exhale. Sirien’s breaths overlapped and tangled together.

It seemed like the heat had suddenly risen.

Is joy fleeting? Time had passed so quickly that the music had already ended.

Amidst the heightened melody, I picked up Sirien, gave it a spin, and put it down.

Ruby-colored eyes opened wide and then curved like a crescent moon.

The music ended with Sirien’s bright smile.

* * *

The original novel, ‘Saint, reverse harems are impure!’ Was a mass-produced romantic fantasy.

I don’t remember the author’s pen name, but I am certain that he is a person who writes under the title.

A very vague reverse harem.

The original character of this world is the female protagonist, a saint of light. It was a book filled with scenes of Alice flirting with various male leads while receiving lots of love from them.

Detailed cause and effect was not necessary for that ‘being loved’, and the author preferred to use at least one more attack of affection from the male leads when constructing such a narrative.

What this means is that there are all kinds of settings and devices in this world for the female protagonist’s love scenes.

The painters who drew portraits during the day were like that, and the device that is now on stage was like that.

After one song was over, a man in fancy clothes came on stage.

He was the host of this stage. He captivated the audience with his humorous jokes and skillfully carried out the festival.

At first, the band was briefly introduced, and then the main topic was brought up, saying that there was an event prepared.

Events must have products. And the host seemed very confident in the prepared product.

What he took out was something I was familiar with.

‘Camera?’

A box that retained the form of an early camera was brought onto the stage.

The camera was fixed on a luxuriously decorated tripod. Those who appeared to be wizards checked the camera and signaled that it was working well.

The host looked around the front of the stage.

For some reason, I felt that his gaze lingered in front of us for a moment, but I thought it was just an illusion.

That was originally the richest man in the empire. It was an item used when the heroine became involved with the ‘Golden Ball’.

Even a few years later, it was said that it was a product that had been developed for quite some time. I never imagined I would see that here.

Performance will probably be okay. Because magic is inherently versatile.

The problem was that management was very difficult and expensive.

The worst cost-effectiveness, with several gold coins flying away for just one photo. Considering that the machine could not even be maintained without a wizard, the Baron must have really put a lot of effort into it.

The host waved several pre-printed photos and began explaining about the camera.

I didn’t need to hear it, but Sirien’s eyes sparkled and she showed interest.

“We will only give opportunities to those who come up on stage. Of course, I can’t take pictures of everything. If you come up in pairs, I will give you a goal and I will only take pictures of those who succeed.”

It was natural that Sirien began her urging.

“Razen, let’s go! Huh? Hurry! “I find that so fascinating!”

“Huh? Uh…….”

“Let’s go and stand in line! “I guess it’s over there.”

I couldn’t overcome Sirien’s torch and headed to the stage.

There were people running as soon as the host finished speaking, so the line was already quite long.

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As I stood behind each other in turn, I saw something.

Except us, everyone here is a couple with a lot of sesame seeds.

Even while waiting in line, acts of affection such as kissing were taking place.

In fact, it must have been a planned procedure.

Most people who want to leave such a special experience are lovers.

People must have gathered not only from all over the barony but also from nearby areas, so the number was not small.

Sirien seemed strangely downcast, as if he had noticed the air currents around him.

He seemed embarrassed, but when I held his hand, his expression improved a little.

Then, I suddenly heard a low whispering voice.

“Razen.”

“Huh?”

“Thank you for hanging out like this, always. “From when I was young until now.”

“Write it. “Shamefully.”

There are a total of five photos promised by the host.

Sirien and I were in the middle of the line, and in front of us, we were already carrying out our mission according to the host’s instructions.

The types of missions went beyond various levels and were almost at the discretion of the host.

However, the content was not easy.

There were times when the two had to cooperate, and there were times when one side had to almost do tricks.

There were cases that seemed simple to listen to, but seeing as the success rate was not that high, the moderator seemed to have decided that it was difficult.

Still, there were so many people that opportunities disappeared one by one.

Sirien was nervous, but fortunately our luck wasn’t that bad.

When we went up to the stage, there was only one last piece left.

The host was delighted when he saw Sirien.

A saint with a beautiful appearance no matter who looks at her. Because Sirien was always pretty enough to attract the attention of those around her.

I could feel the people watching below the stage paying attention.

“This time, a beautiful young lady came up. “How long have you two been dating?”

“You’re dating! Not yet…… No.”

“I see! Well sir.”

The word ‘not yet’ really bothered me.

It seemed like the moderator didn’t miss that word either.

He lets out a mischievous laugh.

For some reason, that sight reminded me of Baron Isquente and sent a chill down my spine.

“We need to move on to the next step, so let’s take it easy this time. How about a kiss? “If you kiss each other here, I will take a picture of it!”

My thinking stopped.