The next day, the world truly changed drastically. The person who created that turbulent world was Lady Moodsela, the eldest of Sufia Academy, who had hosted the ball.
I can't stand to see an adulterous man and woman living well and happily, I truly can't.
Thanks to her, the social circle was completely turned upside down. At Lady Moodsela's ball, a secret affair between Sheria Babyloa and Duke Lennox Hesmann was revealed.
She reported all the gossip she knew. She's insane!
Someone who cheated on her fiancé. The person who verbally abused others at the ball. As for how Moodsela created public opinion, Duke Hesmann had become an incomparable figure (meaning, incomparably scandalous).
After entering the "Retro Circle," where she was active, she exchanged determined glances with the members.
"Everyone knows why we are here today."
"Yes."
Sufia Academy was a place where only children from prestigious aristocratic families could enter. It was a place where one could receive basic magical education and be taught the manners of an aristocratic young lady, but there were also deviants among them. They usually formed small circles and worked secretly, and it was this "Retro Circle" that was the most secretive and out of touch with the mainstream social world.
The Retro Circle.
This small department, which ranged in age from seventeen to seventeen, was a group of people who were obsessed with old-fashioned things. Unusual items that were out of fashion also suited their tastes. Every Wednesday, they would hold small rallies in the offices of the academy. As fans of old antique streets, their circle room was full of old objects.
Lady Moodsela Maxson reverently turned her head. She was the one who hated the Academy's stance of treating the past as mere relics and second-hand items. Her family, Marquis Maxson, was also a pro-emperor faction. So, how far removed was he from the modern social currents dominated by the Babyloa family and the Duke of Hesmann?
The same was true for the members of the circle that Moodsela personally gathered. Most of them were neutral or pro-emperor aristocrats. Of course, among them, only those with unusual retro sensibilities were gathered.
"Do you all remember yesterday's ball?"
All the young people gathered there looked serious.
"I felt sorry for her. That he has done that because of infidelity so far." (This sentence structure is a bit awkward. Rephrasing to clarify who "he" and "her" refer to.) -> "I felt sorry for Lady Meldenik. That she had endured such infidelity until now."
"I really want us to help her. I've already spread rumors."
Lady Moodsela nodded. "Let's put in a request right away."
"I want something like cotton candy in a happy dream to come out." The ladies held each other's hands.
"Now, let's pray." They put their hands together in front of them without doing anything, and they finished praying reverently. It was a holy prayer that the era of retro and kitsch tastes would come.
After the prayer, Lady Moodsela smiled kindly and looked back at them. "Shall we go to class now?"
Five or six circle members opened the door to get out. When the door opened, it was a completely different world.
"Oh, Lady Moodsela." Some young people passing by the hallway chuckled.
One of the great ladies said with a sneer hanging from the corner of her mouth, "…You're also playing with low-ranking aristocrats." The noble young men who stood on the side of the Duchess of Babyloa laughed.
"Oh, by the way." She raised the corner of her mouth and laughed. "What's a corsage on a dress? Is it an unconventional old-fashioned design?"
"What?" Moodsela grabbed the corsage with an unbearable expression. This red corsage was one of the keepsakes given to her by her great-grandmother.
"Lady Maxson, bear with me." The young lady, who was watching Moodsela fluttering with anger, smiled and turned around.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Your words are in vain." There would be no one in this academy who would defend Moodsela except for the members of the Retro Circle. It was an era where tastes were not respected. Many ladies had judged that the fashion of Lady Sheria, the flower of the social world, was absolute and nothing else.
"Are you close to Lady Sheria?" If it had been the same as usual, the young lady would have rushed in and nodded. However, she must have been well aware of the scandal that had been attached to Sheria.
"…I hope you will be friendly with him?" (This seems to be a misinterpretation. Given the context, it's likely about the young lady's relationship with Sheria, not a male "him.") -> "…I hope you will be friendly with her?"
The young lady laughed at Moodsela, and she remembered Meldenik's reply that she had put in her dress pocket. Moodsela Maxson was quick-witted and had good sense. Now it was their taste that was persecuted. However, there were many young people with peculiar tastes at Sufia Academy. There would also be an era when diversity was respected. Without fail!
Moodsela hurriedly moved, thinking of submitting a request to Meldenik.
That afternoon, I received a letter from Marquis Moodsela Maxson, the head of the Retro Circle of Sufia Academy.
How are you?
I, Dareum, want to ask Lady Meldenik to fulfill a request, so I'm sending this letter.
First of all, it must be very difficult because of the rumors that abound in the social world. Cheer up.
I hope this request will be useful to you, Meldenik.
1. Special items.2. Items to store memories.3. Items that can only be used by circle members.4. Never common, uncommon objects.
I would like to request an item that meets these four conditions. So far, no one has carried out this request… I believe in the Young Lady.
For now, I will pay the commission fee in advance.
-Moodsela
When I checked the request letter from the Retro Circle of Sufia Academy, I pondered for a moment.
"What kind of thing should I make?"
It was a request I was looking forward to, but I was worried because it was the first time I was presenting my product to Sufia Academy. What are the items that have common interests that can build friendship between members?
"Hmm, I've only sold things myself, but it's the first time I've received a request, so I'm worried…"
While I was pounding my head on the table and pondering, Dominic solemnly declared, "Still, there are good things."
"Good thing?"
"It's finally tomorrow. The day you are excommunicated."
I was in pain while holding the request letter, and I jumped up like a spring.
"Oh, that's right!"
I looked at the summons handed to me by the presiding judge and smiled happily.
Date and time: Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning.Venue: The Court Chamber of the Imperial PalaceThere are many observers, so avoid unnecessary fuss.
I felt like my stomach was pierced by the request (this seems to be an idiom for feeling overwhelmed or anxious). -> "I felt a knot in my stomach about the request."
However, Dominic seemed to feel uncomfortable when he saw the notice that had arrived.
"It won't be a participatory trial. Why are there observers?"
"I guess the nobles and journalists were very curious about this trial."
"Is that so… I'm glad you did." I nodded moderately with my chin down. "It looks like a lot of people will come to see me kicked out in a shabby state, huh."
"Mel, but what is this?" Dominic looked at the small bird on the round table of the stationery store with a puzzled face. It was a contact tool that Isaac, the Master of the Magic Tower, had handed me.
"It was given to us by our side." I smiled slightly and looked at Dominic.
"Hmm, that's right." Dominic put down the model bird again, as if he wasn't interested.
I raised the corner of my mouth and remembered the card I had prepared. "Oh, it's time to come."
"Who did you call?"
"Yes." I looked at the stationery store door and counted the candles. One, two, three, four…
"Mel!"
Just as expected, the door of the stationery store opened roughly. Axion's crisp voice, which had not yet reached his transformation, resounded loudly inside the stationery store.
I calmly took a breath and thought about how to speak. However, Axion beat me to it.
"What do you mean that you want to see His Majesty my father?"
"It's hard to tell you the details. Is it difficult to see His Majesty the Emperor?" I asked with a light smile.
In order for it to go as I planned, I had to meet the Emperor in person just before the excommunication trial.