I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Lorelaia participates in a street dance.

Magicians who know her would be shocked if they saw her.

This is the first lord of the Clock Tower, Her Majesty the Shadow Queen of Britain. She should have afternoon tea in the castle, or discuss with the big shots in a classic conference center, but she should not appear in an ordinary shopping mall to participate in such a loss of status.

Of course, Her Majesty herself did not think so much and concentrated on learning cultural forms that she had never been exposed to.

To be honest, Lorelaia's dancing was very clumsy and she didn't have the fluidity when performing magic at all, but this kind of clumsiness was exactly what Shinji wanted to see.

Powerful queen, perfect queen, he was tired of hearing such praises. Everyone took her strength and perfection for granted, but they all forgot that she was just a girl under twenty years old.

Ordinary girls at this age are singing the praises of youth and enjoying the best years of their lives. But she has already stood at the pinnacle of the magic world, taking charge of the Magic Association.

Yes, this is an extremely impressive achievement, but it is also a heavy burden. Her aloofness and cold image are indeed partly due to Bartholomew's education, but they are also indispensable from the coercion under heavy pressure.

She must be worthy of the name of Barthemero, her status as a lord, and her title as a noble.

So she could only be more careful and push herself harder.

Shinji still remembers the feeling when he first met Lorelaia as a lord.

Condescending?

Full of majesty?

The perfect queen?

No, he only felt a kind of indifference, inorganic indifference.

At that moment, he thought of Arturia, the figure who deliberately suppressed her emotions in order to fulfill her duties as a king.

Although Lorelaia is not that extreme, she has changed a lot compared to her before. At that time, she would explode because she used the wrong "hand kissing ceremony" and use "Storm Shooter" to attack herself. It's definitely not the case now. Even if you feel dissatisfied, you won't vent it in such a casual way.

This should be the expectation of Bartholomew and many aristocratic magicians, the rational master of law and politics, the aloof queen, and the peak magician.

But Shinji doesn't want this.

At work, he doesn't want his boss to be too inhumane.

In life, he does not want his friends to drift away from him.

After finally meeting someone you like, how can you just ignore it?

So whenever there is a chance, he will use various methods to touch Lorelaiya's humanity. Even if it means making her angry, even if it means being beaten by her, it is better than sitting there with a cold face.

Maybe one day, she will become the so-called ideal queen, but at least in the best time of her life, she can not be filled with magic, work and aristocracy.

Today's activity is one of them. Thanks to the very popular Danish dancer, the effect is unexpectedly good.

After finding an opportunity to slip out of the crowd, Shinji asked Lorelaia.

"how do you feel?"

"There are too many people, it's a bit uncomfortable, but - it's not bad."

This sentence is enough, this is what a girl of her age should look like.

She thought so in her heart, but Shenji didn't say so.

"Isn't it because your movements are too stiff?"

"Humph, if you had to drag me to join, I wouldn't be able to say anything."

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't expect you to be so clumsy."

Upon hearing this, Lorelaia's expression immediately turned cold. Considering that this was a downtown area and it was inconvenient to do anything, she chose another way to vent her anger.

"Go back. It was a mistake for me to come out with you today."

"Don't, I was wrong, it's not okay."

Shinji instantly lowered his posture, but Lorelaia was already immune to this move.

"I'm tired of hearing this kind of insincere apology."

"Then what do you want me to do."

"I don't want you to do anything, I'll go back alone - what do you want to do!"

While speaking, Shinji suddenly took Lorelaiya's hand and hid in a dark corner.

"Don't talk, don't let them find you."

"Them? Hey, that's——"

It turned out that behind the two of them, there was a man and a woman. The man was older and the woman was younger. They were all acquaintances.

"——Professor Velvet and Miss Lenise? Why are they here?"

"Because apart from suits and shirts, Weber buys all other clothes here. He is actually a very trouble-free person. It is more convenient to buy ready-made clothes directly than custom-made clothes. Lenis probably came with Weber, she always Says Weber has no taste in this."

"I see. But why are we hiding?"

"Do you think you are suitable to meet them now?"

"..."

Only then did Lorelaia realize that she was not wearing a lord's dress, but ordinary casual clothes. Show them this way, the image that I have always maintained...

"It's all your fault."

"What you just said was not bad."

"Well, you still said that!" Lorelaiya was so angry that the magic power in her body began to accelerate, gathering at her fingertips to construct the "Storm Shooter" technique.

Seeing this, Shenji quickly held her other hand and lowered his voice: "Calm down, my eldest lady, isn't using magic here to tell them that there is a problem? It's not like you don't know Weber's eyesight. "

Lorelaia was startled and quickly dispersed the spell and restrained her magic power: "What should we do?"

"Come on, let's change places."

"Where to go?"

"The Layer Trail is right by the Rhine, not far from here. I found a good place when Weber and I were looking at apartments last time. The scenery is quite good. We also pass Hyde Park on the way, so we can take a walk and see the scenery. , let’s have a lakeside dinner together, you’re here, just stay with me until the end.”

Lorelaia did not refuse in the end: "Okay, but next time you want to accompany me to hunt vampires, you are not allowed to bring the one with you!"

"Okay, it's a deal. Weber and the others have entered the mall, let's go, Lorelaia."

Upon hearing this familiar name, the girl sighed softly.

"Lorelea...no one has called me by this name for a long time since I became Barthemero."

"But you are not Barthemero today, you are just Lorelaia, an ordinary girl."

"yes."

"Don't you like it?"

"Is not likely to."

…

"Lorelea."

"What?"

"Nothing, I just want to call your name."

"Lorelea."

"Um."

"Lorelea."

"Stop, stop screaming." The continuous calls made her feel a little embarrassed.

"Because I think this name is very nice. Let me always call you that from now on, when there is no one else."

"Ah, um."

The girl lowered her head, her cheeks flushed.

The boy squinted his eyes and smiled warmly.

What a wonderful day, isn't it?