The next day, the world was really cataclysmic.
It was Lady Moodcella, the eldest member of Sufia Academy, who hosted the ball, who created the turbulent world.
'I can't see men and women in infidelity eat and live well.'
Thanks to that, the social world was completely turned upside down.
At Lady Moodcella's ball, a secret affair between Sheria Vaveloa and Duke Lenox Hessmann was revealed.
'I reported everything to the gossip papers I knew. Crazy bastard!'
A person who cheated on his fiancé.
A person who verbally abused at a ball.
With how Moodcella created public opinion, Duke Hessmann became an incompatible figure.
Entering the insolvency of the retro circle in which she was active, she exchanged determined eyes with her members.
"I'm sure you all know why we're here today."
"Yes."
Sufia Academy is a place where only young girls from prestigious noble families could enter.
It is a place where students receive basic magic education and learn about the noble etiquette, but among them, there were deviants.
They used to form small circles one by one and work secretly, and among them, this retro circle was the most secretive and social place.
Retro circle.
This small department, composed of various age groups ranging from seven to seventeen years old, was a gathering of people who were obsessed with old objects.
Unusual items that were out of fashion also matched their tastes.
Every Wednesday, they used to hold small gatherings in the insolvency room of the academy.
Their club room, old antique street enthusiasts, was full of old items.
Marquess, Lady Moodcella Maxon bowed her head reverently.
She was the one who hated the academy's policy of dealing with relics and second-hand items from the past.
Marquis Maxon, a member of her family, was also pro-emperor.
So, how far away would he be from the recent social atmosphere dominated by Duke Vaveoa and Hessmann?
The same was true of the circle members that Moodcella had gathered. They were mostly neutral or pro-emperor nobles.
Of course, among them, only those with unique retro sensibilities were gathered.
"Do you all remember yesterday's ball?"
All the young lady's gathered there seriously glared.
"It was pitiful. It means that until now, they have acted like that because of an affair."
"I think we should help. I've already made a rumor."
Lady Moodcella nodded.
"Let's put in a request right away."
"I hope something cool like the happy dream cotton candy comes out."
The ladies held each other's hands.
"Now, let's pray."
They gathered their hands in front of each other and finished their prayers reverently.
It was a holy prayer for the era of retro and kitsch tastes to come.
After the prayer was over, Lady Moodcella looked back at them with a kind smile.
"Shall we go to the class now?"
Five or six group members opened the door to get out.
When the door opened, it was a completely different world.
"Ah, Lady Moodcella."
Some young girls passing through the hallway burst into laughter.
One of them, Lady Hana, the leader, put a smirk on her lips and said.
"...and again, you're playing around with the girls of lower-ranking nobles."
The noble young ladies standing on the side of the Duchess of Vaveoa were chattering.
"Ah, by the way."
She laughed, raising one corner of her lips.
"What's that corsage on your dress? It's such an old-fashioned design."
"What did you say?"
Moodcella grabbed the corsage with an unbearable look on her face.
This red corsage was one of the artifacts handed over directly from my great-grandmother.
"Lady Maxon, hold it in."
The Young lady, who was watching Moodcella tremble with anger, turned around with a smile.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I'm out of words."
There will be no one at the academy to defend Moodcella except for the retro group members.
It was an era when what you liked was not respected.
Many ladies judged that the fashion of Lady Sheria, the flower of society, was absolute and nothing else.
"Are you close to Lady Sheria?"
"......."
It was the young lady, who would have normally rushed in and nodded if it had been the usual.
But they must have been well aware of the scandal against Sheria.
"......Do you want to be close to him?"
Moodcella sneered at her as she recalled Meldenique's reply that she had placed in her dress pocket.
Lady Moodcela was quick-witted and sensible.
Now we have a taste of persecution. However, there were many young girls with eccentric tastes at the Sufia Academy.
There will also be an era in which diversity is respected. Definitely!
Moodcella hurried with the intention of sending Meldenique a request.
***
That afternoon, I received a letter from the young lady of the Marquis family, Moodcella, a retro group leader at the Sufia Academy.
[How have you been?
I'm sending you a letter because I want to request Lady Meldenique.
First of all, you must have had a hard time because of the rumors that are rampant in society. Keep your chin up.
I hope this request will help you, Meldenique.
1. Special item.
2. Item that can store memories.
3. Item that can only be used by group members.
4. An object that is never common.
I'd like to request an item that meets these four conditions.
So far, not a single person has made this request, but I believe in ·········Young Lady.
First, I'll give you the commission fee in advance.
-Moodcella compensation]
After confirming the request from the Retro group at the Sufia Academy, I was lost in thought.
"What kind of item should I make for her.
It was an expected request, but I was worried as it was my first time exhibiting my items at the Sufia Academy.
What items have common interests that members can build friendship with?
"Hmm, I've only sold items myself, it's my first time receiving a request, so I'm worried......"
As I pressed my head to the table and contemplated the request Dominic solemnly declared.
"But there's still a good thing going on."
"Something good?"
"It's finally tomorrow. The day you get excommunicated."
After suffering from the request, I jumped up like a spring.
"Ah, right!"
I smiled happily as I looked at the subpoena the presiding judge gave me.
[Temporary time : Tomorrow.
Place : The judge of the imperial palace.
There are many observers, so avoid useless disturbances]
I felt frustrated because of the request.
However, Dominic seemed to feel uncomfortable when he saw the invitation that had arrived.
"It won't be a participatory trial. Why is there a witness?"
"I guess the nobles and reporters were very curious about this trial."
"Is that so······. That's a relief."
I nodded my head slightly, holding my chin.
"A lot of people will come to see me being kicked out."
"Mel, what is that?"
Dominic looked at the little bird on the round table in the stationery shop with a puzzled face.
It was a communication tool given to me by Master Mathieu Isaac.
"It was given to us by someone on our side."
I smiled quietly and looked at Dominic.
"Well, I see."
Dominic put down the bird model as if he was not interested.
I raised a corner of my mouth and remembered the card I had prepared.
"Ah, it's time for him to come."
Who did you call?"
"Huh."
I looked at the door of the stationery store and counted.
One, two, three, four, and······.
"Mel!"
Even the tiger said that he would come if I said so, the door of the stationery store opened wildly.
Axion's chirping voice, which had not yet reached the stage of transformation, resounded loudly in the stationery store.
I calmly chose to breathe and thought about how to say it.
But Axion hit the player.
"What do you mean by wanting to see your father?"
"It's hard to tell you the details. Would it be hard to see His Majesty?"
I asked with a light smile.
In order for it to happen as I planned, I had to meet the Emperor in person just before the excommunication trial.
The next day, the world was really cataclysmic.
It was Lady Moodcella, the eldest member of Sufia Academy, who hosted the ball, who created the turbulent world.
'I can't see men and women in infidelity eat and live well.'
Thanks to that, the social world was completely turned upside down.
At Lady Moodcella's ball, a secret affair between Sheria Vaveloa and Duke Lenox Hessmann was revealed.
'I reported everything to the gossip papers I knew. Crazy bastard!'
A person who cheated on his fiancé.
A person who verbally abused at a ball.
With how Moodcella created public opinion, Duke Hessmann became an incompatible figure.
Entering the insolvency of the retro circle in which she was active, she exchanged determined eyes with her members.
"I'm sure you all know why we're here today."
"Yes."
Sufia Academy is a place where only young girls from prestigious noble families could enter.
It is a place where students receive basic magic education and learn about the noble etiquette, but among them, there were deviants.
They used to form small circles one by one and work secretly, and among them, this retro circle was the most secretive and social place.
Retro circle.
This small department, composed of various age groups ranging from seven to seventeen years old, was a gathering of people who were obsessed with old objects.
Unusual items that were out of fashion also matched their tastes.
Every Wednesday, they used to hold small gatherings in the insolvency room of the academy.
Their club room, old antique street enthusiasts, was full of old items.
Marquess, Lady Moodcella Maxon bowed her head reverently.
She was the one who hated the academy's policy of dealing with relics and second-hand items from the past.
Marquis Maxon, a member of her family, was also pro-emperor.
So, how far away would he be from the recent social atmosphere dominated by Duke Vaveoa and Hessmann?
The same was true of the circle members that Moodcella had gathered. They were mostly neutral or pro-emperor nobles.
Of course, among them, only those with unique retro sensibilities were gathered.
"Do you all remember yesterday's ball?"
All the young lady's gathered there seriously glared.
"It was pitiful. It means that until now, they have acted like that because of an affair."
"I think we should help. I've already made a rumor."
Lady Moodcella nodded.
"Let's put in a request right away."
"I hope something cool like the happy dream cotton candy comes out."
The ladies held each other's hands.
"Now, let's pray."
They gathered their hands in front of each other and finished their prayers reverently.
It was a holy prayer for the era of retro and kitsch tastes to come.
After the prayer was over, Lady Moodcella looked back at them with a kind smile.
"Shall we go to the class now?"
Five or six group members opened the door to get out.
When the door opened, it was a completely different world.
"Ah, Lady Moodcella."
Some young girls passing through the hallway burst into laughter.
One of them, Lady Hana, the leader, put a smirk on her lips and said.
"...and again, you're playing around with the girls of lower-ranking nobles."
The noble young ladies standing on the side of the Duchess of Vaveoa were chattering.
"Ah, by the way."
She laughed, raising one corner of her lips.
"What's that corsage on your dress? It's such an old-fashioned design."
"What did you say?"
Moodcella grabbed the corsage with an unbearable look on her face.
This red corsage was one of the artifacts handed over directly from my great-grandmother.
"Lady Maxon, hold it in."
The Young lady, who was watching Moodcella tremble with anger, turned around with a smile.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I'm out of words."
There will be no one at the academy to defend Moodcella except for the retro group members.
It was an era when what you liked was not respected.
Many ladies judged that the fashion of Lady Sheria, the flower of society, was absolute and nothing else.
"Are you close to Lady Sheria?"
"......."
It was the young lady, who would have normally rushed in and nodded if it had been the usual.
But they must have been well aware of the scandal against Sheria.
"......Do you want to be close to him?"
Moodcella sneered at her as she recalled Meldenique's reply that she had placed in her dress pocket.
Lady Moodcela was quick-witted and sensible.
Now we have a taste of persecution. However, there were many young girls with eccentric tastes at the Sufia Academy.
There will also be an era in which diversity is respected. Definitely!
Moodcella hurried with the intention of sending Meldenique a request.
***
That afternoon, I received a letter from the young lady of the Marquis family, Moodcella, a retro group leader at the Sufia Academy.
[How have you been?
I'm sending you a letter because I want to request Lady Meldenique.
First of all, you must have had a hard time because of the rumors that are rampant in society. Keep your chin up.
I hope this request will help you, Meldenique.
1. Special item.
2. Item that can store memories.
3. Item that can only be used by group members.
4. An object that is never common.
I'd like to request an item that meets these four conditions.
So far, not a single person has made this request, but I believe in ·········Young Lady.
First, I'll give you the commission fee in advance.
-Moodcella compensation]
After confirming the request from the Retro group at the Sufia Academy, I was lost in thought.
"What kind of item should I make for her.
It was an expected request, but I was worried as it was my first time exhibiting my items at the Sufia Academy.
What items have common interests that members can build friendship with?
"Hmm, I've only sold items myself, it's my first time receiving a request, so I'm worried......"
As I pressed my head to the table and contemplated the request Dominic solemnly declared.
"But there's still a good thing going on."
"Something good?"
"It's finally tomorrow. The day you get excommunicated."
After suffering from the request, I jumped up like a spring.
"Ah, right!"
I smiled happily as I looked at the subpoena the presiding judge gave me.
[Temporary time : Tomorrow.
Place : The judge of the imperial palace.
There are many observers, so avoid useless disturbances]
I felt frustrated because of the request.
However, Dominic seemed to feel uncomfortable when he saw the invitation that had arrived.
"It won't be a participatory trial. Why is there a witness?"
"I guess the nobles and reporters were very curious about this trial."
"Is that so······. That's a relief."
I nodded my head slightly, holding my chin.
"A lot of people will come to see me being kicked out."
"Mel, what is that?"
Dominic looked at the little bird on the round table in the stationery shop with a puzzled face.
It was a communication tool given to me by Master Mathieu Isaac.
"It was given to us by someone on our side."
I smiled quietly and looked at Dominic.
"Well, I see."
Dominic put down the bird model as if he was not interested.
I raised a corner of my mouth and remembered the card I had prepared.
"Ah, it's time for him to come."
Who did you call?"
"Huh."
I looked at the door of the stationery store and counted.
One, two, three, four, and······.
"Mel!"
Even the tiger said that he would come if I said so, the door of the stationery store opened wildly.
Axion's chirping voice, which had not yet reached the stage of transformation, resounded loudly in the stationery store.
I calmly chose to breathe and thought about how to say it.
But Axion hit the player.
"What do you mean by wanting to see your father?"
"It's hard to tell you the details. Would it be hard to see His Majesty?"
I asked with a light smile.
In order for it to happen as I planned, I had to meet the Emperor in person just before the excommunication trial.
