Ohanabatake no Maousama

A few days later. In the lounge of the inn where breakfast had passed, Kudels was holding a big instrument and talking to Amoena.

"Amoena-san, the song during this time, it managed to take shape. Could you hear me once?"

Today's Kudels, whispering such lines, looks a little tired. Approximately, he was practicing somewhere late at night, lately, his bedroom had little evidence of use here so far.

Music is enthusiastic, even if it's completely out of specialization. And he didn't do it alone ... Dolce, who had been with him, must have been annoying.

"Yes. Can you tell me?" Amoena nodded, and Kudels began playing immediately. With a smooth sound flow, a sigh leaks from a customer who was listening close by. However, Amoena was dissatisfied and made a small wrinkle in her brows.

"Mr. the rust part, make the tempo a little faster. Brighter and lighter." "Well, why not get cheaper?"

Amoena places an order, but apparently it's not music that Kudels feels good about. But she does not yield.

"Okay, so. This isn't lofty music or artistic dance. It's a dance that floats in the noise and empty your head."

This time, a crease was formed between Kudels' eyebrows. She doesn't like it.

"... I don't really like it, that's what it's like." "I don't care about Kudels's taste. This is the song I want to dance."

Although it is true, it is unacceptable. The difference in sensitivity is something like that.

"Huh ... well, it can't be helped."

It sounds just selfish, but it's probably something. Kudels reluctantly accepts, but is not reluctant.

His face says, "It's not beautiful, after all," and Dolcez, who was looking sideways, gushes unexpectedly. But Dolcez had the same opinion as Kudels.

"Speaking of which, when I heard about this song, Mr. Dolcez looked strange. Does this song have any meaning?"

In response to Kouders's question, Amoena looked a bit annoyed and delicate, and only answered, "I'll explain after dancing."

By the way, it was a day that started with such subtle exchanges, but the plaza is still very popular today. The Kudels and others go through the crowd and go up to the stage. Amoena stood in the middle of the stage, waving her hands to the enthusiastic audience. And wait for the music to begin.

What is she thinking? It's a lie if you don't care, but you can't help but worry. He gave a signal to Dolce for a prelude to the song requested by Amoena.

At that moment, the faces of the spectators gathered in the square are upset. No, not all responded. Approximately half have a strange face to the reactions around them.

It was about a while after Kouders played the song. If you notice, poorly dressed men and women are gathering in the front row of the stage and beginning to weep.

What is going on? Amoena moved earlier than the answer was found.

"Can't you go to the stage? I miss this song alone."

Amoena reaches out on the stage with such a line and invites them to the stage. And they did not refuse.

At this point, the audience's response is completely broken. One who understands this situation and one who does not.

The former cheered like a scream, and the latter watched the place with a cold face. Some of the latter have lost interest and have begun to return. And Kudels was obviously the latter, but he couldn't go back here as an orchestra.

After a sigh, Kuders tries to stop Amoena's selfish actions. But Dolce stopped Kuders with his gaze alone.

――Why stop? In the eyes of Kouders, Dolce just shakes his head. What is the meaning of this unscrupulous and arbitrarily behaviour?

As Kuders frustrated, Amoena danced with her spectators on the stage crossing her shoulders. As the tempo of the music increases, the dance becomes increasingly intense and someday the dancers begin to sing.

The music was not very beautiful, with a mix of loose songs, but the singers seemed to be very happy. ――This is like a drunk banquet. It's not something you can see and get paid for.

But Kudels notices at the same time. Isn't this dance very similar to line dance?