Loreleija participates in street dancing.
If magicians who know her saw this, they would be shocked.
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 important people in the classical conference center, but she should not appear in an ordinary shopping mall to participate in such an activity that is beneath her status.
Of course, Her Majesty the Queen herself did not think so much and concentrated on learning a cultural form that she had never been exposed to.
To be honest, Lorelei's dancing was clumsy, completely lacking the smoothness of performing magic, but this clumsiness was exactly what Shinji wanted to see.
He was tired of hearing such praises as the powerful queen and the perfect queen. Everyone took her power and perfection for granted, but forgot that she was just a girl under 20 years old.
Ordinary girls at this age would be praising their youth and enjoying the best years of their lives, but she has already stood at the pinnacle of the magic world, in charge of the Magic Association.
Yes, this is an extremely remarkable achievement, but it is also a heavy burden. Her superiority and her cold image are indeed partly due to Barthelmero's education, but it is also inseparable from the pressure under this heavy pressure.
She must live up to the name of Barthelmero, live up to her status as a lord, and live up to the title of a noble.
So she could only be more careful and push herself harder.
Shinji still remembers how he felt when he first met Loreleija as a lord.
High above
Full of majesty
The perfect queen
Neither, he only felt a kind of indifference, an inorganic indifference.
At that moment, he thought of Altria, who deliberately suppressed her emotions in order to fulfill her duties as a king.
Although Lorelaia was not that extreme, she had changed a lot compared to before. At that time, she would explode and use "Storm Shooter" to attack herself because she used the wrong "Kiss the Hand". Now she would definitely not do that. Even if she was dissatisfied, she would not vent in such a casual way.
This should be the expectation of Barthelmero and many noble magicians, a rational ruler of law and politics, a lofty queen, and a pinnacle magician.
But Shinji doesn't want this.
At work, he doesn't want his boss to be too inhumane.
In life, he doesn't want his friends to drift away from him.
I finally met someone who suits my taste, how could I just leave them alone
So whenever he had the chance, he would use various methods to touch Lorelaia's humanity, even if it meant making her angry or being beaten up by her, which was better than sitting there with a cold face.
Perhaps one day, she would become the so-called ideal queen, but at least the best time of her life would not be filled with magic, work, and aristocracy.
Today's event was one of them, and thanks to the popular Danish dancer, the effect was unexpectedly good.
After finding a chance to slip out of the crowd, Shinji asked Lorelaia.
"How does it feel?"
"It's a bit crowded, but it's not bad."
Just this sentence is enough, this is what a girl of her age should be like.
Although he thought so in his heart, Shinji didn't say it out loud.
"Isn't it because you are so stiff?"
"Humph, you're the one who insisted on dragging me to join. I already said I didn't want to go."
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't expect you to be so clumsy."
Hearing this, Lorelaia's expression immediately turned cold. Considering that this was a busy area and it was inconvenient to take action, she chose another way to vent her anger.
"Go back. It was a mistake for me to come out with you today."
"No, I was wrong, that's not okay."
Shinji lowered his posture instantly, but Loreleija had become immune to this move.
"I'm tired of hearing these insincere apologies."
"Then what do you want me to do?"
"I don't want you to do anything. I'm going back alone—what are you going to do!"
As he spoke, Shinji suddenly took Lorelei's hand and hid in a dark corner.
"Don't talk, don't let them find you."
"They? Why, 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 both acquaintances.
"—Professor Velvet and Miss Lenise? Why are they here?"
"Because apart from suits and shirts, Weber buys all his other clothes here. He is actually a person who is very afraid of trouble. It is more convenient to buy ready-made clothes instead of custom-made ones. Lanis probably came here with Weber. She always said that Weber has no taste in this area."
"I see. But why are we hiding?"
"Do you think you are fit to meet them now?"
"... "
Lorelaia then realized that she was not wearing a lord's dress, but ordinary casual clothes. This way, they saw that she had always maintained an image...
"It's all your fault."
"You didn't say anything bad just now."
"Well, you still say that!" Lorelaia was so angry that the magic power in her body began to accelerate, gathering at her fingertips and constructing the "Storm Shooter" spell.
Shinji saw this and quickly held her other hand, lowering his voice and saying, "Calm down, my lady. Using magic here is a clear sign that something is wrong. You know Waver's eyesight."
Lorelaia was startled and quickly dispersed the spell and gathered her magic power: "What should I do?"
"Come on, let's go somewhere else."
"Where to?"
"Layer Trail, right by the Rhine, not far from here. It's a good spot I found when I was looking for an apartment with Weber last time. The scenery is quite nice. We pass by Hyde Park on the way. We can take a walk, see the scenery, and have a lake view dinner together. Since we are here, just stay with me until the end."
Lorelaia finally did not refuse: "Okay, but next time you have to accompany me to hunt vampires, and 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, Loreleija."
Hearing this familiar name, the girl sighed softly.
"Loreleija... It's been a while since I became Barthelmero."
"But you are not Barthelmero today, just Loreleija, an ordinary girl."
"yes."
"Don't you like it?"
"No, no way."
...
"Loreleija."
"What?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to call your name."
"Loreleija."
"Um."
"Loreleija."
"Stop, stop shouting." The continuous calling made her feel a little embarrassed.
"Because I think this name is nice. Let me call you this from now on, when there's no one else around."
"Ah, yeah."
The girl lowered her head, her cheeks flushed.
The boy squinted his eyes and smiled gently.
What a beautiful day, isn't it