Chapter 44 – Dance Lesson
Chapter 44 – Dance Lesson
“Marie, keep your eyes forward!”
“Focus all the way to your fingertips!”
“Your footing’s getting unsteady!”
…
The very first day of dance lessons, and it’s already a bit too harsh, isn’t it?
I’m not used to these secondhand heels from the church, so my balance feels all off.
The practice dress they had there is completely unfamiliar too.
I’m on the verge of tripping any second.
I need to start wearing heels every day and build up my core strength…
“Come on, eyes up!”
Haha.
Back in my previous life as a middle schooler, these are genuinely my first heels ever.
Go easy on me, teacher.
“Phew. Thank you very much.”
“Who were your teachers before this?”
Teacher… or rather,
Gain and the others got down on their knees, and when I was five, we’d goof around dancing every day…
“Princess, hey, don’t look down. Straighten your back, extend those fingertips…”
They’d heckle me nonstop while cracking up. Hehe.
I’d play Cinderella to the hilt and get all full of myself. Those were fun times.
How on earth do I explain this?
“…When I was little, I learned a bit from some older brothers I knew…”
“A bit?”
Haha. Don’t sweat the details.
“…Your fundamentals are remarkably solid. I was truly astonished.”
“Thank you.”
“As for the rest… yes. To get accustomed, you should wear heels in your daily routine. Well then, goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
She lightly dipped her hips while holding the hem of her dress, so I copied her, and she left in high spirits.
The greetings are different from a priest’s, huh…
I need to watch out so habit doesn’t trip me up.
Changing out of the lesson dress Note gave me into my black priestess robes, borrowed heels still on, the usual corridor to the cafeteria somehow looks like a whole new view.
All because I’m a little taller.
Even so, walking in these unfamiliar heels with my knees straight, mindful of my gaze and posture—it’s way tougher than I expected.
My muscles are definitely gonna be sore tomorrow.
She told me to buy my own pair of heels, but I hope I can manage.
“Huh? Marie, have you gotten taller?”
Rainey, the finance assistant trainee who’s been coming to the archives lately, called out to me from behind.
“Yep! About three centimeters.”
“Three centimeters?”
In the buffet-style cafeteria, I lined up with Rainey.
“Gotta get used to heels for dance lessons.”
I showed her my feet, and she nodded with an “Ahh.”
“Dance lessons, huh. Black priests can take ’em for free if they want, right? I figured you weren’t into that stuff, Marie.”
“Someone close to me said it’d be good to learn for the future—no harm in it. And surprisingly, it’s kinda fun.”
Rainey nodded along, looking convinced. “Yeah, no downside there.”
“Hey, Rainey, wanna join me?”
I invited her since it’d be more fun together, but she frantically shook her head. “No way, no way—the lessons are way too pricey.”
Oh well. Too bad.
“Still, heels make you look so grown-up. And with just a tad more height, you’ll be a proper lady. Hehe.”
“Doesn’t really matter when I’m cooped up in a dim archive all day. Haha.”
“Same for both of us, huh? Haha.”
We laughed self-deprecatingly while grabbing sides.
Rainey’s a beauty, so she’ll be fine.
“Oh, right—lately there’s been tons of talk about mass-producing recovery potions. The archives getting that vibe too?”
“Ahaha. Come to think of it, yeah. Ahaha.”
Oh crap.
I handed out all those materials steering things that way, but I overdid the flashiness.
Gotta be more careful.
I set my tray down and sank into my seat with an involuntary “phew.”
“Heels are rough, huh?”
“Hit me full force once I sat down. My calves are thrilled right now.”
“They’ll swell up, so you gotta massage ’em at night~.”
From there, beauty talk exploded, and I got all sorts of advice from the female priests and casually dressed girls around us.
Everyone’s so on top of this stuff.
“Marie, you’ve got great raw material—ya gotta polish it.”
“Exactly. You’ll be an absolute stunner someday~.”
Oh, you big sisters! So smooth!
Ufufu. I’ll learn all I can.
Ever since, the archives have been stocked with nice-smelling massage oils, shampoos that leave your hair silky, and soaps with great lather…
The big sisters’ info network is unreal.
Feels like I’ve officially joined the grown-up club. Nice.
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