DON’T WANT TO DANCE

　　“You’re good at dancing.”

　　The n.o.ble person in front of me, who had said that one sentence to me was Fernand Empire’s Third Imperial Prince, His Highness Ludens.

　　“I am honoured by your compliment.”

　　I expressed my grat.i.tude like a lady. Hah, do I have to dance with this guy next?

　　Even though I just don’t want to dance.

　　I probably won’t see you ever again and I didn’t even want to meet you.

　　Well, I should be pleased that this could be used as joke material afterwards.

　　I look at the floor as much as possible and only glance up. He has light blonde hair, emerald green eyes and dazzling prince smile. He wore a purple emblem permitted only by the royal family. He looks exactly like he does in the aristocrat almanac. Though, he was much cooler in person than in portrait.

　　I was fine with dancing with the Prime Minister’s son, Roberto, but why am I dancing with such high ranking people…? They also hide their position, it was bad of them to mix in with others. Maybe there were other things too. My instincts tells me that I shouldn’t get involved any further. I must show minimum discourtesy while dealing with them while ignoring everything else!

　　In 3 days, I won’t be a n.o.ble anymore.

　　The knowledge I have as a n.o.ble might be useful in the future, but n.o.ble acquaintances aren’t.

　　Translator: Blushy

　　Editors: Readers

　　Hey there! I picked up another project and of course, re-translating this one from the beginning too… I hope you enjoy it!