When Floria declared the end after dancing several songs, sighs of admiration leaked from the Duchess’s family.
Then, before anyone else, the Duchess said with deep emotion.
“I never thought I’d see the rumored dance here.”
It was a statement that sounded like a soliloquy, and also meant to be heard by Sherira, the former Duchess next to her.
Indeed, Sherira, who heard the murmur, looked at the Duchess with a slightly surprised expression.
“Oh. It was passed down to your generation as well.”
“Yes. Although, I was half in doubt about whether the person actually existed.”
Sherira smiled a little sadly upon hearing the Duchess’s reply.
Among the women of noble birth in the Duchess’s generation, rumors circulated about a mysterious dancer who could perform the dance of the gods.
This dance fascinated anyone who saw it, regardless of gender.
Furthermore, it was a dance dedicated not for people, but for the gods.
These rumors were whispered earnestly among the noblewomen who were required to dance.
Then, Sherira spoke as she watched Floria move from the center of the dance room to where her daughter was.
“That’s understandable. She truly never danced in front of people.”
“I’d like to ask why, with such skill.”
“Who knows? That’s something we who knew her didn’t understand either… Perhaps we can know the answer now.”
Sherira said that without taking her eyes off Floria.
However, judging by her expression, she showed no inclination to hear the answer.
Sherira said to the Duchess, who was looking at her with a puzzled expression, with a slight smile.
“There’s no special reason, you know? I just think it’s better to leave mysteries as mysteries.”
“Is that so… That might be good in its own way.”
By the time of Fars, the rumor of the mysterious dancer had already vanished.
If the person themselves wished for it, and if not, it was natural for the Duchess to consider leaving it undisturbed.
Those conversations between the former Duchess and the current Duchess were clearly heard by Floria and Mia.
Since their evolution, their hearing had improved, and even with some distance, they could hear without intending to.
“—That’s what it seems like, Mother?”
Mia, saying that intentionally, was glared at by Floria.
“I don’t want any trouble. It’s because it’s been a while this time.”
“Well, you would say that, Mother.”
Hearing Floria’s reply, Mia responded by shrugging her shoulders.
Mia had asked that intentionally to tease them, as she had known from the start that Floria would say so.
Mia, who had no intention of dragging it out further, continued.
“That aside, are you going to continue?”
“No, I think I’ll stop here. It’ll just look unsightly due to fatigue, and they must be tired too.”
Floria said that while looking at the Duke’s family.
While it was natural for Floria, who was dancing, to be the most tired, it was surprisingly tiring to watch the dance in the same posture the whole time.
Dancing in such a state of broken concentration would not impress anyone.
This was not Floria’s rule of thumb, but one of the teachings from her teacher.
“Well, for that reason, let’s go over there.”
Floria said that, invited Mia, and then headed towards the Duke’s family.
By then, the Duke’s family had also begun to applaud Floria and Mia.
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After the dance, Floria and Mia, warmly welcomed by the Duke’s family, were seated for dinner.
Their status was already well understood, so they were not on guard at all. Furthermore, since they were the saviors of Fars and Herda, it was a small welcoming party.
Initially, the Duke expressed his gratitude to Floria and Mia for saving his son and daughter.
It was also agreed that compensation would be discussed later.
After these various exchanges, Floria and Sherira were reminiscing about the past.
Both were former royalty, and they were discussing very sensitive topics, which made the Duke inwardly nervous.
However, neither of them was someone who could be easily opposed, so he couldn’t stop them and was only able to manage to prevent their children from picking up any unnecessary wisdom.
Of course, Floria and Sherira were well aware of this, so they only spoke of things that could be publicly revealed.
During their conversation, Sherira suddenly looked at Mia and said.
“Still, I never thought I’d see your daughter with my own eyes while she was alive.”
To Sherira, who said that with such deep emotion, Floria replied with a bitter smile.
“You’re exaggerating.”
“What are you talking about? It might be common in your country, but in other countries, you have no chance to see the child of a god with your own eyes.”
Hearing Sherira’s words, Floria and Mia looked at each other almost simultaneously.
As they thought about it, they both realized that Sherira was right.
Normally, bloodlines with the blood of gods would only exist in stories.
For Floria and Mia, they were so familiar that they had simply forgotten.
Seeing their reactions, Sherira let out a grand sigh.
“You really didn’t realize, did you? You should consider that you’ll be noticed as being close to gods, even if you’re not gods yourselves.”
Sherira’s words, which were the same sort of reprimand Floria and Mia often gave Kousuke, made them both smile wryly.
As long as they lived in Amamiya Tower, they rarely thought of themselves as relatives of gods, and thus tended to forget.
“…Can’t say much, can we?”
“…Not at all.”
Pointed out by Sherira, Floria and Mia finally realized it and entered a mode of reflection.
For the rare occasion (?), both were in a reflective mood.
