--10 days ago.

　Pasta, who had decided to perform at Spectacula, was staring at the setlist he had worked out and resting his cheek on his desk with a thoughtful look on his face.

　It wasn't much of a rehearsal. I played the music through once, measured the time it took to move the equipment, and calculated the lag for the production.

　The result was that there was slightly too much time left. That is, there is not enough time for one song.

　She had prepared a talk for each song, explaining the music and telling a short story, and had been thinking for a while about what to do with this delicate space.

　Mirabelle had written these songs. I want to make the audience feel something for each one of them. I want to make a record of the performance and sell it.
　It would be best if I could make a video of the performance and sell it off, but if I did that, Corona's life would be over before that.

　In this sense, the record was a very convenient thing, as the sound was reproduced simply by placing the needle and dropping it into the groove of the disk.

　Even though they were inexpensive, record players were still magical instruments and were intended for the aristocracy. She smiled to herself and said, "If that's the case, there's no problem selling it at a profit.
　She shook her head as if to recover her misplaced thoughts.

"Yay, yay, yay!　Yay, yay, yay, yay!

　The front of the desk. The office of her mansion.
　In the middle of it, a woman playing with garde bills.
　The woman's orange ponytail is in disarray, and she's waving her hands in the air as if she's truly happy.

"...... Mirabelle.
I'm not sure what to say.　Wai wai wai!
Mirabelle!
Huh?

　The pasta sighs loudly as she turns around in the fluttering air of garde bills.

...... I need you to do one more job for me.
You're still giving me money?　I'm so full!
Have you eaten?
I don't think so!
Well, okay. You don't want it, you don't want it.
No, I want it, I want it, I want it!　Woof!　Yes! Yes!
Who told you to flirt like that? ！！！！

　Mirabelle starts mimicking a dog when she doesn't want to.
　You've created a situation that's too unflattering.
　If you hand over a fair amount of money as compensation for composing, it will be a wow-wow-wow.
　I thought it would be better if I just gave him the money for his dinner for the day, but business is business.

　As if giving up, Pasta said.

I need one more song, but I don't have enough time to introduce it. I'd like you to write one for me, but I don't have enough time to introduce it.　I'd like you to write it for me for less money than the other songs, but with a quality that's worth it.
What?　There's no such thing as a good or bad song, is there?
We have different values.

　It was a difficult order for Mirabelle to fulfill, Pasta sighed.
　But her pride as a manager would not allow her to demand the usual quality from a song that fills this length.
　On the other hand, she didn't want to pay the same price as for the previous songs. On the other hand, she was not willing to pay the same price as the other songs, because that would mean lowering the value of the other songs.

　Pasta was a little distressed, but Mirabelle gathered her wits and held up a finger.

"Oh, yeah.
That doesn't sound like a good idea.
What are you talking about?　I'll just have to work half as hard!
...... Well, yeah.

　The word "half" is the first thing that makes you realize how poor your vocabulary is.
　I don't understand how you can write such solid lyrics in this state. This is what I don't understand.

　But. Mirabelle's suggestion was surprisingly correct.

"So, Pasta!　Let's write some lyrics!

　--You're right. If you just compose the music, it will meet Pasta's requirements.

I see. Then who should we ask to write the lyrics? ......
What?　Let's do it, Pasta!
I don't know how to write lyrics.

　I can't write lyrics." "If you write them yourself, the money will only go to the Orba Chamber of Commerce. Regardless of whether this was a healthy situation or not, it wasn't a bad suggestion for her since she was no longer the chairman and was treated like an advisor outside the gate.

　Except that she didn't want to do it.

I don't have that kind of talent. I've studied it, though.

　I've read a lot of stories.
　I've read a lot of stories, and to a certain extent, I understand what it means to be a pretty girl who is popular with the masses.
　However, she doesn't believe in her versatility enough to think that she can write lyrics, and above all, she doesn't underestimate her talent to write lyrics.



　Anyone who can write can write a novel or lyrics.
　The girl named Pasta has not led an optimistic life to think like that.

"Well, I'll fix what you wrote, Pasta!
"...... Why do you want me to write it?
"Well, ......, why is that?

　I was annoyed by this girl who tilted her head back, but I was also annoyed.
　I'm not just an idiot when it comes to music.
　I assume there is a reason and wait for her to say something.

"...... Why is that?
"Can't you even verbalize what you're feeling?
That's harsh!

　You'll be able to't even verbalize your sensations?
　It was only when Pasta had touched the second cupcake that she finally opened her mouth.

"Because of ...... Pasta-chan's Yuyake music club?
"............ That's all you spent so much time on?
What?　It hasn't been that long. - Oh, you're down a cupcake!　Did you drink it?
Think about yourself before you question others, you fool. ......

　I'm not sure what to say.
　But the words "Pasta-chan's Yuyake Ongaku Kai" had reached her heart.

　"Pasta-chan" and pasta are two different things.
　"Only Pasta can be responsible for Pasta-chan.

　It's a good reason to take up the pen.
　I exhaled and picked up a blank scroll.

　I guess that's how he knew I was going to write.
　Mirabelle approaches her desk with an air of excitement.

"Tell me how you feel, and I'll fix it for the lyrics!
"...... feelings, huh? What am I supposed to draw?

　Let's write the lyrics to the song!　It's too broad to write anything.
　Mirabelle thought for a moment and said.

Mirabelle thought for a moment and said, "Don't you have a thought you want to share with someone?

　That's the theme. For Mirabelle, she usually writes lyrics about what she thinks and feels. She is a lyricist.
　Of course, there's no way to explain that to this genius, who has no know-how and no study.

"You'd say it if you had.
Then you'll tell me what you want to say but can't!
"......

　Pasta, with his cheekbones covering his mouth and his eyes looking away thoughtfully.

　I want to say it, but I can't.
　It's annoying that there are feelings that are immediately evoked by saying that.

"Are you going to open up about it?　Aren't you an idiot?
"The people listening to the song don't know what you're feeling. Because the rest of the song is just lyrics for everyone.
...... I guess that's true.

　In fact, the first song was the one where there was no time for talk, no time for explanation.
　If you dare to leave it out, that's just fine. I'm convinced that's true.
　I feel that the outer moat is gradually being filled in, but that is no longer the case, as soon as the bizarre event of Pasta-chan's Yuyake Concert is approved, it will be an after-party.

"...... Just, hey.
What is it?

　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

I don't like to talk about it in front of you.

　I don't like talking in front of you," she said, even more so when she was told that the lyrics would be corrected.

　But Mirabelle held her chest out and said with a big, dependable smile on her face.

"It's all right!　Just hit me on the head and I'll forget about it!
"That's convenient. ......

　"That's convenient. " I giggled and worked on the lyrics until that night.





"Aaah!














　--The arena spectacle.

　Fireworks are going off.

　They were launched from the outer wall of the spectacle hall and were clearly visible from the audience.

"Wow!　Beautiful!
"Oh my ......, I'm so in love with you .......

　The children's eyes lit up as the flowers bloomed in the sky.

　However, the best place to see the flowers is not in the audience but on the stage itself.

　I look around in a circle. Everywhere, empty beds of flowers shot up to the sky.

　Apparently the woman did it.

　She raises the corner of her mouth to signal, without even a hint of admiration.

　She laughs as she kicks the ass of the stunned staff.
　She laughs as she kicks the asses of the stunned staff, as if she'd rather use the sky as a back-up dancer.

　She shouts.

The third song!

　The audio spreads. The power of magic, which was never destroyed or extracted, fills this spectacle.



　Simultaneously, the echoes of the music Mirabelle had created.
　The orchestra prepared by the Orba Chamber of Commerce for this occasion began to play joyful and happy sounds all at once.

　The title was.

The title of the song was "Koi-gokoro, Hana-gokoro!

　Mirabelle's corrections made the song a little over the top, but it's okay if it's "pasta-chan.

　I exhaled to cool down my slightly inflamed cheeks.

　I spun a song.











　--The seeds of a flower fell on the dry desert. I'm going to live, I'm going to live, I desperately gathered the blessings of the rain and what little food I had into my body and sprouted under the sky.






　The song echoed and fireworks went off.

I wonder if it's my nature. I'd rather shoot flowers into the sky than grow them on the ground.

　In the north of Spectacula. The princess smiles at the man who still stares up at the sky.
　She holds out her hand and sees a flower in the sky. The same fervor that she feels for the stars dominates her heart. Oh, one day... I want it.

　And... To get the stars in the sky, you must first...

　I have to clean up all the obstacles that are holding me back.

Frankly, I'm sad. Gracial.

　She says, shaking her head lazily.

"A group of loyal subjects who support the royal family. I don't understand why ...... they're interfering with the royal family. I don't understand this. I'll ask. Why?　Is it because I'm known as a wicked man?
"......". I don't care about the royal family. The time when you can live by loyalty and comfortable justice is over.

　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.

The kingdom's economic base was dead. I was just waiting for it to die a slow death. You can't say that you don't realize that you're being framed like this.
"......

　Those words are right. The kingdom's economy was going into a slump.
　But there was no way out of it. The aristocrats, the royalists, the industrialists, the warlords, and even the merchants who had nothing to do with the castle realized this.

　With slums even in the royal capital, it was obvious that the situation was too dangerous to even maintain security.

Everyone is tired. The warlords are taking all the money from the war reserves. The Lord Treasurer was desperately trying to hold the coffers together, increasing taxes in a way that would eat up tomorrow for today.
That's right. Richter was in a lot of trouble.
Not just him. The incompetents were incompetent, but many of them knew they had no future. Their own territory. Their own homes. Do you really think it's possible to leave that behind and put the royal family first?
...... Okay, I see your point.
No, not yet.

　No, not yet.
　Everyone was suffering. The conditions were the same for every nobleman in the service of the royal family.
　Certainly, there are differences in ability and incompetence. But it is certain that I am still a nobleman because I have supported the royal family for many generations.

　It is because of this bloodline that I am still serving the royal family.
　It is not that I am indebted to the current royal family. I'm just doing it because that's how my parents' generation did it.

　With that level of loyalty, how can I take the royal family over my family and relatives?

　That's all Gracilar has to say.
　Lilac closed her eyes. You can't say you're not responsible for this. But at the end of the day, this proves that the king has no clout.

　Graciel shakes his head at Lilac, who looks at him coldly and says, "I don't care.

Even so, they kept their nobility only in form. You can say that it was only a formality, but it's still better. ...... But you colluded with the Commerce and Industry faction and Richter and the others to cut off everything outside because you couldn't use it "now. You're the one who neglected the bloodline first!

　The management of Spectacula.
　It was, indeed, the gospel. The economy of King's Landing, on the verge of collapse, was on the brink of revival. No one thought that in this dire world, the entertainment industry would be able to revive the economy.

　That's why this success is so great.

　But... But Lilac monopolized it all.
　The aristocrats who had served him in the past were no longer needed and were excluded.

　To Gracials pointing fingers.



　Lilac let out a small sigh.

"Are you going to make me tell you twice that I understand what you're saying?
"Now ......

　Gracial's last plea hadn't resonated at all.

　Gracial's last plea didn't resonate at all.

"You don't care about the nobility you've served..."
"Because... You are a princess of the royal family. ...... Has anyone helped me?

　There was no light in her eyes.

"The prince who came before me, my brothers and sisters who came after me. --Stepmother. I'm not sure what to make of this.　...... I don't think so.

　He tilted his head, and in the light of the fireworks, a flame of darkness lit up.

I'm not sure what to make of that.

　Then...

"Then let's destroy it. The kingdom. It's none of my business.

　The princess laughs.













　--I'm thirsty. I'm so hot! I've thought about it many times. But then a shadow stopped and squatted down to block the intense heat.




　The song echoed and fireworks went off.

"Oh, ......!　It's been a long time since I've seen fireworks!　I've missed them!

　To the east of Spectacula. He smiled happily as he turned his back, flinging away the soldiers with his mallet.

I'm sure you'll be glad to know that I'm not the only one who's a bit of a jerk. ...... How about you guys, do you like fireworks?
"...... Well, I don't know.

　A girl's song echoing .
　I'm not sure what to make of it. And.

I'm not sure what to make of it.

　The woman was speechless.
　I don't know about Izuna, but her name is Waterlily.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for and what you need to do to get it.

　His face was tinged with astonishment and despair.

It seems that the princess did a good job.
"Princess Lilac! ......!

　The water lily bites her lip in disgust.

　I'm not sure what to make of this.

"Then!

　She glared at him and shouted.

Kill him too!　Let's pretend he was killed by you!

　Izuna's eyebrows twitched.
　The older man seemed satisfied, and continued as if he were speaking to someone else.

I see. We did our best to protect you, but we were too late?
That's right!

　I'm not sure what to do.

I'm not sure what to say. I'd like to have a go at her in the arena someday too. But ...... you're an idiot.

　You can see Izuna shaking her head in disbelief.

　I'm sure you've heard of it.
　If they're going to be resurrected after being blown up, just stun them at their feet, the theory goes.

"I'm afraid not. It's a good idea to keep your eyes on the prize, but it's not always easy.

　The man's joyful roar echoed in the shining night sky.












　--I was glad for the water that he gently poured for me. I'm glad you scooped me up and told me it's hard to be here. So the flower opens now. When it's in full bloom, I'll show you my true face, which I've been hiding because of the pain, just for you.



　The song will echo and the fireworks will go off.

"Aaah!
"......

　In the south of Spectacla. The fierce sound of steel on steel.
　Neither the soft voice of the girl nor the glittering colors of the spectacle are in sight.

　The battle is fought with only each other in sight.

　The difference between them was obvious.

"Hahahahahaha!
"......

　Laugh. Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.



　At the moment Arawn's fist was clenched against Prim's.

　A cross spear flew at her from a distance, aiming to bite her thigh with its spear.

　With a snapping sound, Arawn was wounded again.

...... I don't think you'd call that cowardly, would you?
I'm not saying it's cowardly.　No, no, no!　If that's all you can do!
Yes.

　Prim's spear is still intact.
　Contrary to Arawn, who was just piling up wounds and breathing hard.

　What Prim is doing is really a boring and simple action.

　He doesn't allow his fists to come into contact with anything, aiming for the vital points from a distance and slowly wounding the body.

　If there is an opening, he will aim for the throat or torso. If there is an opening, he will aim for the throat or torso, where a single blow can be fatal, and bleed out slowly. Prim's favorite way to kill.

It's the kind of killing you love. I'll gladly ...... let you die a slow death.
"Hahahahaha!

　Prim scowled uncomfortably at the laughing Aylin.
　I'm not sure if you've heard of it or not, but I'm sure you've seen it.

This is it!　This is exactly what I've been looking for!

　Yes, that must be it. As if to say to myself.
　How can I escape the full force of my opponent and win?
　It's not fair, I'll do my best to kill him. That's the only way to reach the heights of ...... even if you tell them that.

　I don't know if she'll agree with me now.

"Oh, yeah. Die quickly.
I refuse!

　The night of the sword dance continues.
















　--"Love, flower. I love you, more than anything in the world. I've been watching you since you put me in the sun. Wherever you look. I'm happiest when you come to water me now and then.



　The song echoes, the fireworks go off.

"...... why, man?

　West of Spectacula.
　When Huta spotted the wriggling group, he initially intended to subdue them without question.

　Lilac's instructions were simple.
　Gracial had some questions he wanted to ask, and if necessary, he'd ask to be excused. Then he'd take control of the west.

　He told me to go wild, but I can't help but worry about the girl I left behind.
　So I thought I'd make a quick getaway and go back. That's what I thought.

　But...

　Who was the man who was now holding his sword?

"...... You've done a terrible job. Lord Futa.
d*mn it. Why are you here? Why are you--

　There were already five or six bodies of those who claimed to be heroes lying around. Futa killed them all with a single blow.

He's protecting these guys!
Of course you are!

　Of course they are!" The clash between Tsubagatsu ended in a burst.

　The two faced each other. Many soldiers appeared from behind the armored knight, as if to provide cover.

"That's because I'm the head of ...... this group.
You're a knight of the ...... king, and you said you wanted Lilac to be happy!
But now she's on a path that doesn't lead to that. But now she's on a path that won't lead to that. She's moving away from happiness herself, and she's steadily turning her ambitions for the kingdom into reality.
You're going to kill her because of ......?
Yes. That's not Master Lilac. "That's a wicked man.
Yeah, .......

　Huta draws his sword and confronts Viciedo.

I thought you and ...... I could get along.
I thought I could get along with you.







　--Love, Flower Heart. I love you, the best in the world. I'll give you the same happiness someday. A heart of sunshine that gave me peace.
　I'll give you the same happiness someday.


　Against the backdrop of beautiful fireworks and a girl's singing voice.

　The commotion that began in King's Landing reached its climax.
　The festivities set up by the princess... were about to begin.