The selection process for the role of Prince Malik, or âGoodsâ in Yuaâs words, had begun. Inglis, personally, didnât really care who was being chosen. Yua could just pick the person she fancied, but Count Weissmall requested Inglis to participate in the process, and, above all, Rafinha, Leone, and Liselotte were curious to see the chosen cast, so Inglis decided to follow along without much fuss.
So far, about ten candidates were introduced, each of them has displayed their songs, dances, and special skills. They were mostly actors affiliated with the troupe. There were also a few people that the Count personally scouted as he did Silva, but Inglis wasnât sure who they were.
ãâ¦â¦That one was the last person?ã
Yua asked Count Weissmall as she scribbled down something on a piece of paper.
10th person. X
Inglis peeked over, and it seemed that the person they saw last didnât strike Yuaâs interest. There were also a few that were tagged with a circle; 2nd, 6th, and 8th.
Inglis jogged her memory and thought about those peopleâs characteristics. Apparently, Yua preferred relatively tender and androgynous, or more fittingly, cute young boys. If that were the case, then indeed, Silva wouldnât fit as a candidate. Silva indeed had a striking look, but his ambiance was sharp and was more mature than his own age.
ãThere is one more person. The last candidate, come forward!ã
Called Count Weissmall.
ãGood afternoon!! By all means, I would love to perform with both of you!!ã
It was Redas. Just what was the Commander of the Imperial Guard Order doing? Did he request Count Weissmall to get him to participate?
ãMy specialty is swordsmanship and battle command! I take pride in the military songs I sing at the top of my lungs! Please listen to it!ã
Redas then took a deep breath andâ¦n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
ãNo need. Failed.ã ãâ¦â¦Youâre right. Iâm of the same opinion.ã ãWHAâ¦â¦?! But why?!ã ãYouâre not cute.ã ãSo it seems.ã
Thank goodness Yua dismissed him immediately. Redas was even farther from Yuaâs strike zone than his own brother Silva. He was quite the big man with a brutish ambiance. Although, seeing his behavior in this place, Inglis could only see him as brutish.
ãU-, uuggh! Canât be helped, I shall give you my support from the shadows then!ã
Dejected, Redas took his exit, his head hanging low.
ãThatâs the last of it. How about it, you two? Are there any actors you would like to play with?ã ãHmm. Iâm a little torn⦠you?ã ãI will leave it to you, senior Yua. Would number two, number six, and number eight be better?ã ãBut they just donât give a click.ã
Did that mean they lacked the decisive factor? Rafinha and the other two in the backseat also began to discuss with each other.
ãHey, hey. Leone, which would you choose?ã ãEh? M-, me? Let me see, maybe the first person, or maybe the fifthâ¦ã ãAah~ I see, I see. So thatâs your type, Leone~ã
Those who looked serious, calm, and stern. People like Silva or Prince Wayne⦠Or, perhaps saying it like this would fit better; The exact opposite of Leon. Perhaps it was inevitable for her to be so, given the circumstance Leone was trapped in.
ãHow about you, Rafinha?ã ãIâd say Iâll go with number three, number seven, and number tenâ¦ã ãAah, so easy to understand. Basically, people that resemble Sir Raphael, isnât it?ã ãOr mayhaps those who resemble Special Envoy Theodore⦠I suppose?ã ãFufu.ã
Whatâs with that smile⦠I canât let it slide!
ãYou canât, Rani! You said it before. Youâre going to marry big brother Rafa when youâre an adult, didnât you say that? Just keep being like thatã
Inglis preferred that childish Rafinha who still would say such innocent things. There shanât be any pests to go near her. Love was still too early for Rafinha.
ãNo, of course I canât, how long ago was that?! Thatâll just make me a weird girl, geez!ã ãAhaha⦠By the way, which one you would choose, Liselotte?ã ãFor me, I would choose gentlemen number 4 or number 9â¦ã ãããEH?!ããã
Everyone was surprised as Liselotteâs preferences were too far outside of their expectation.
ãYou like those huge, rugged people?ã ãHow to say it, donât they look too passionate and stuffy?ã ãThey are. I like menâs big muscles, you seeâ¦ã ãThen, donât tell me, Mister Redas too?ã ãHe isnât quite bad. Donât you think heâs lovely?ã ãããâ¦â¦â¦â¦ããã
To each and their own.
ãHmâ¦â¦ã
Listening to it, Yua jotted something with her pen.
Thorny girl, got a bad taste.
ãâ¦â¦ã
Whatâs the point of writing that down?
ãB-, by the way, senior. Have you decided which one?ã ãHmm. They all look the sameâ¦ã ãIf so, shall we have another audition tomorrow with those three?ã ãâ¦Yeah. Letâs.ã
Yua nodded at Count Weissmallâs suggestion.
ãOf course, of course. Now, let us continue todayâs rehearâ¦ã
It was thenâ¦
ãOoi. The Flygear you guys asked for is here! Where should I put it?!ã
It was Lahti, Inglisâ classmate in the Squire division, who brought in the Flygear.