I Was Threatened To Go Out With Her Majesty the Princess

45 – Episode 45 Theater

Plan was looking at a strange place.

Substances made of mana, like misty mist, fill the air and build a barrier.

In a place where light does not pass, light lost its existence and was sinking

in a place called darkness.

Before long, the scenery changes drastically. Light fell where there was no

light.

A ray of light fell from the sky to the ground, illuminating the surroundings,

and fragments of blue mana scattered like snow, blocking vision.

Flann rubbed his sore eyes.

“TI can’t get in there.”

This mystery forbade the knight from entering.

He obviously learned magic, but his body was closer to that of a knight than

that of a wizard, and the mystery judged him to be a knight.

Every time he tries to enter Sinbi, a swirling barrier blocks his movements.

Feeling like he was being bound by thick chains, he had to quickly escape from

within the boundaries of the mysterious island.

Plan turned his head. Wherever his vision was directed, there was a warlock. The

black magician had no ego.

Just a doll.

The person who controls the black magician, who is as empty of consciousness as

a puppet, is greed.

Deculan shared the view with the warlock inside the main headquarters, which was

left alone.

Hmm… I can’t help it.)

Deculan waved his hand. Mana is united to form a single phenomenon. It shone a

mystery.

A mystery is something that cannot be interpreted. That’s why Deculan also

didn’t know about the mystery in detail.

However, greed knew about this mysterious memory.

“Then let’s do this.”

Deculan didn’t force himself to let Flan inside.

He gave a command to Plan.

“All right.”

Flan broke the crystal ball. The power and mystery of marbles blend together.

Bluish light streaked incessantly. The power of the crystal ball was drained and

the crystal ball became just a shard of glass.

Something tinged with mystery.

x kw

Ce Johane was currently in a state of some loss of consciousness.

The reason is none other than happiness.

He has returned to the academy. It was definitely back.

But at the same time I couldn’t come back.

The academy was ordered to close along with the holidays.

It was not known to the students why the school was closed, but Johanne, who

happened to meet His Royal Highness Prince Chris the other day, found out the

reason for the school closure.

Recently, when Her Royal Highness Princess Stella visited the Academy and passed

away, there was a backlash against the Mine attack incident.

It was because the 2nd and 3rd Knights were dispatched to the Holy Kingdom and

the remnants of arrogance and indolence, who are currently colliding with them,

were informed that they were planning a terrorist attack on the academy or the

ecliptic, the symbol of the empire.

The academy was closed along with the long holiday.

“Arien, would you like to eat this?”

Yohane kindly shared the main dish with the world.

My childhood friend Arien, who was sitting in front of me, reached out her hand.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

she laughed bashfully.

To be honest, the academy closure was the best for Yohane.

Like everyone else, when the academy they attended collapsed, they cheered at

the intense feeling of liberation from not having to study.

—The academy is closed, so you have nothing to do, right?

Johanne looked back on her childhood friend’s schedule for a while and then

answered honestly.

—Yes. I don’t have any.

-I have an invitation to the Night of Truth. Would you like to come with me?

Arien asked with a bright smile. Of course Johanne agreed.

He was excited about traveling alone with his favorite childhood friend.

‘Oh, now that I think about it, what do you plan to do?’

Johanne thought of his older brother who went to see the Night of Truth first.

x kw

Stella came out and stepped into the theater.

“stellar.”

Before getting into the carriage, she asked me to call her Stella instead of the

princess, so I naturally called her by her name as I was diligently following

that command.

“Why are you calling me?”

“Are you really going to see the theater?”

I’m not really against going to the theater. But the theater was ugly for me.

The theater in front of you is said to be a historical theater, but in fact, it

is more appropriate to see it as a human ‘memory’ theater or a human theater.

What you can see here is your own history.

“Looking at the detailed explanation, I guess you’ve been here before?”

I kept my mouth shut at her question. There wasn’t really anything to say. It

was just because something suddenly brushed past him before he could answer.

It was a girl who ran and laughed. I recognized the girl That, too, is a

creature called Memories created by mana.

Stella looks at me and the girl.

“Do you look alike?”

“It’s my little sister.”

I stroked the girl’s hair. The theater unnecessarily recreated even the texture.

So the feeling of tousling the child’s hair was exactly what I remembered.

Stella showed interest. Both of her eyes are bright.

The theater was, how to say… long.

It was shaped like an incredibly long hallway and a long cave.

Walking down the hallway with deep red carpets, things that can be called

‘memories’ come to mind.

That was something I had seen before.

Cadian as a child.

And Stella, myself.

A picture was drawn and hung in a frame. Stella saw a familiar landscape in the

painting. It was a familiar but awkward place to be inside.

That was also true of the banquet hall within the imperial palace, which had

been altered due to extensive construction a few years ago.

I wondered if it was a social gathering or a ball, but looking closer, it was a

banquet celebrating her birthday.

“What is this?”

“It’s a memory.”

I answered simply. That was a memory. It can also be called a memory.

“Looks like… It’s probably me and Stella’s first meeting.”

“There was such a meeting.”

“Yes. Her Majesty the Empress…”

ah.

I hastily shut my mouth.

Stella said calmly.

“Yes. I met my mother before she died.”

The childhood images of me and Her Highness, around the age of 8, were included

in the painting. The expressiveness of the painting was wonderful.

No matter what masterpiece comes, it will never be as good as this one. I ran my

finger over the edge of the frame once. The picture frame was not simply a

solidified body of mana.

That is an artifact that exists within this mysterious island.

“Is this just a picture frame?”

“Is that possible?”

Isn’t the name of this place right now a theater? Not a museum or art gallery,

but a theater.

I explained

“A frame is a memory. And if you want to look into the memory, you must consume

mana.”

As soon as she heard the words, Stella used her mana. A considerable amount of

mana was drained.

But there was no change.

It was the moment Stella was about to say something.

“Don’t just pour mana, bring your eyes.”

“…Eyes?”

“Isn’t the theater something you have to see with your eyes?”

Stella stared at the painting and drew her eyes closer.

*

sight has changed.

‘Is it like this?!

Stella tried to wiggle her hands.

What seems transparent seems to have become fluid.

Cadian was next to him.

He said.

“The theater begins.”

— Haaam.

Someone tired yawned. She was blessed on her birthday and was exhausted from

meeting so many nobles in one day.

Looking at his daughter stamping her feet, the emperor made a suggestion.

-Stella. Do you want to go outside for a while?

Outside here means the garden. Even if you go out to the garden, you will have

to meet nobles, but at least it will be better than being greeted by nobles

here.

So, young Stella was about to agree. A son of a noble family came to say hello.

So, Lane stopped young Stella.

—Let’s just accept that child’s greetings.

Little Stella turned her head towards the nobleman who came just when she was

about to rest. Dissatisfaction creeps into his eyes.

— Nice to meet you. My name is Cadian de Yuzatran of the county of Yuzatran.

The boy used manners. It was a modest manner, but it was a little disheveled.

Stella’s eyes drew an arc.

“Your manners weren’t perfect back then. It’s completely different from now.”

“It’s because I’m young.”

The memories of our first meeting ended here. Stella and I took our eyes off the

painting.

“It’s like this.”

My mental energy is also consumed quite a bit, so my head is very slightly

dizzy.

“It’s a pretty fun way.”

Stella walked further down the aisle. The things that come out every time I walk

are pictures called memories based on memories.

Each one was a sight in her memory.

Tumble, Tumble.

Stella, who was walking, noticed something and stopped.

A picture of my deceased mother hung in the frame.

‘Is there such a thing?’

The Empress passed away when Stella was 8 years old and her sister Crimson was 4

years old.

She involuntarily reached out her hand. The mana-filled hands and eyes

immediately tried to pierce through the painting.

The owner of the theater appeared. His appearance was that of a butler.

The gray-haired old man in a well-tailored suit and tuxedo wrapped his monacle

glasses up in greeting.

“Welcome to the theater.”

It was a pretty belated greeting.

the owner of the theater. Seleprit asked us.

“Which theater would you two like to see?”