An Invitation to Excitement
Florence, after participating in a joint military exercise, receives from Tor an invitation to an event being hosted by one of Wales's most popular fashion designers. Though initially too worried about her own country to accept, she agrees to attend once Gawain points out that it would give their subordinates time to rest.
Some time has passed since Feendrache, Dalmore, and Wales formed their alliance.
The three countries have just finished conducting a joint military exercise in Wales to prepare for their eventual confrontation with the mysterious cabal.
Despite this being the first attempt at organizing such an event, all involved have come away feeling that they deeply improved their comradery and coordination.
Florence: Whew... I think that we can finally relax for a little while.
Gawain: You've been dedicating every waking moment to this thing from its conception to its conclusion. I really couldn't be more proud of you.
Florence: Oh my, praise from you, Gawain?
Florence: I wonder what that might portend. A sudden thunderstorm, perhaps?
Gawain: Hah, if only. We could use it as an excuse to put off our departure and rest for a day.
Gawain: After all, I need to stop you from working yourself into a coma one way or another.
Florence smiles, knowing that Gawain's brusque words come from a place of kindness.
Florence: In any case, I'm glad the participants were so enthusiastic and focused.
Gawain: Of course they were. Everyone understands how much of a threat the cabal poses to us.
Florence: I suppose that's true.
Gawain: Right then, let's assume that there won't be any unexpected thunderstorms and get ready for our trip home tomorrow.
Florence: Agreed. I'll—
Gawain: You'll sit down and rest. You've been working too hard.
Florence: But aren't you just as tired, Gawain?
Gawain: Hah. Maybe if I'd spent my life with a wand in my hand instead of an axe. You don't need to worry about me.
Florence: Well, I suppose that I'll take you up on your offer then.
Gawain: Glad to hear it.
Just as Gawain turns to leave, someone knocks on the door.
Tor's Voice: Are you here, Lady Florence?
Florence: Is that you, Tor?
Florence opens the door to find Tor standing on the other side with his usual smile.
Tor: Allow me to preface this meeting by offering my sincerest gratitude.
Tor: It's largely due to your efforts that this endeavor went off without a hitch.
Florence: Oh, you flatter me. It was thanks to everyone, especially you.
Tor: Oh no, I certainly can't claim any credit. Lord Aglovale and Sir Lancelot did much more—
Gawain: Can you two stop being humble and get to the point?
Tor: Yes, I suppose that I should. My apologies.
Florence: And I shouldn't be keeping you outside on your feet. Please, come in.
As Tor enters the room, Florence gasps at the sight of the ornate envelope in his hand.
Florence: Is that the emblem of...
Tor: Indeed it is. You're as perceptive as always, Lady Florence.
Gawain is taken aback to see his sister enthralled by the emblem on the envelope.
Gawain: What is that, an invitation or something? Who's it from, Tor?
Tor: Yes, it is. It's from Wales's most popular fashion designer.
Gawain: Fashion designer? I've never seen you take an interest in fashion before, Florence.
Florence: Oh? Perhaps you haven't noticed, but I've always got style on the mind.
Florence: Unfortunately, the looks that I like don't really match my age these days...
Florence: Ahem. Returning to the topic at hand...
Florence: I happened to encounter a dress made by this designer on a previous visit to Wales.
Florence: Its refined silhouette, the sense of elegance it exuded...
Florence: Oh, and I can't forget how implausibly beautiful the flower embroidery was!
Florence: I'd never been so moved by something before in my life!
Gawain: Incredible. Your passion for the subject has you gushing...
Gawain: I really didn't expect to be discovering a new side to you today.
Florence: Afterwards I brought it up in a conversation with Tor. I'm honored that you remembered.
Tor: With your love of fashion in mind, I was hoping to use this as an opportunity for a cultural exchange.
Gawain: So you snagged an invitation to an event hosted by that designer. Clever.
Gawain: I guess I should expect no less of the man Aglovale chose as his confidant. You're so competent that it's creeping me out a little.
However, as Florence reads the letter, her expression becomes clouded.
Florence: ...
Tor: Is something wrong, Lady Florence?
Florence: Well, I would certainly be very interested in attending this reveal of his newest dress...
Florence: But I'm afraid we'll be leaving for Dalmore before the event tomorrow evening...
Gawain: Are you really going to give up just like that? The man went out of his way to get you an invitation.
Gawain: We can plan for that thunderstorm tomorrow and delay our departure for a day.
Florence: No, we still have the cabal to worry about. We should get back to Dalmore as soon as possible to prepare for their next move.
Gawain shakes his head at Florence's assertion.
Gawain: Now that I know how much you care about fashion, I can't just let you walk away from this.
Florence: I really shouldn't have shown you that side of me... I'm regretting it deeply right now.
Gawain: You should be more open with your feelings, Florence.
Florence: You're one to talk!
Gawain: Rgh... You're right about that, but you should still rethink this. You're not the only one who would benefit, after all.
Gawain: Ever since we started dealing with the cabal, the knights and sorcerers have been on edge nonstop.
Gawain: At this rate, everybody's going to fall apart before it's time to fight.
Gawain: We should use this as an opportunity to give them a day to relax.
Florence bites her lip, recognizing the truth of his statement and growing frustrated that she hadn't thought of it herself.
Florence: You're absolutely right. I lost sight of something important in my concern for our country.
Gawain: Good to see you've finally figured it out. You're too stubborn for your own good.
Florence: I'm your sister, after all. It seems I couldn't avoid sharing some of your traits.
Gawain: Hah, not willing to admit you were wrong without some snark, are you?
Florence: And you would?
Gawain: All right, all right, you've got me. You win.
Florence: Hehe. That aside, I'm ashamed that I couldn't see the good this would do until you pointed it out to me.
Florence: Not to mention the fact that I was about to put Tor's goodwill to waste. Why, that could have put our whole alliance in jeopardy!
Tor: Indeed, Lady Florence, I'm glad to see you make the heroic decision necessary to maintain our diplomatic ties.
Gawain: Well, I hope you two jokers have fun.
Florence: What are you talking about, Gawain? You're coming too.
Gawain: Huh? What could you possibly need me at a dress reveal for?
Florence: Learning more about Wales's fashion isn't the only benefit to be had.
Florence: This is a perfect chance for you to get more friendly with Tor.
Gawain: What?
Tor: I feel the same way, Lord Gawain. Let us go together and deepen our friendship.
Gawain: Tsk... No way out, huh? I was hoping to get some relaxation in myself, but I guess that it wasn't meant to be.
Gawain: All right, fine, I'll go with you!
With that, Florence and Gawain decide to delay their return to Dalmore by a day and attend the party.
That night, Florence is pacing back and forth, lost in thought.
Florence: Hmm... Well, there's no point thinking about this any more on my own.
Florence: Let's see what wisdom our resident fashionable sorceress can impart.
Sorceress: A dress to wear to the party? That certainly is a difficult question...
Florence: We came here for the military exercise, so I didn't really bring anything appropriate.
Seeing Florence look concerned, the sorceress flashes a confident smile.
Sorceress: Fortunately, I don't think we need to worry about that.
Florence: Oh?
Sorceress: You have the outfit that you're wearing right now—our uniform.
Sorceress: It's both elegant and incredibly well designed.
Sorceress: I really don't see any reason that you couldn't attend as you are right now.
Florence: Well, if you of all people say so, then I think I can feel confident doing that. Thank you very much.
Florence: It's not like I'm offering this in exchange, but are you free tomorrow? If you are, I would love to have you come along too.
Sorceress: Really? Oh, I'd absolutely love to!
Florence and the fashionable sorceress go on to talk at length about fashion, their excitement for the party growing the whole time.
The Diamond of Dalmore
Florence has a conversation with the fashion designer hosting the event, during which Gawain makes an inappropriately blunt statement. Fortunately, Florence manages to salvage the mood with a thoughtful follow-up comment, deeply impressing the fashionable sorceress that she's brought along.
Arriving at the party, Florence takes in the masses of fashionable women gazing at the various dresses on display.
Florence: This is quite a turnout. I would expect no less of the fashion designer that's taken Wales by storm.
Gawain: Even so, there's a surprising amount of people here. And they all seem totally relaxed, unlike everyone we saw at the capital...
Tor: We had the same idea that you did, Lord Gawain.
Gawain: What does that mean?
Tor: The current situation weighs heavily on our citizens.
Tor: Therefore, we wish for them to participate in events like these and relieve their stress.
Tor: That is what Lord Aglovale thought would be good for our people, and they have obliged him.
Gawain: So while I was just thinking about the knights and sorcerers, you've gone and done it with your whole country, have you?
Gawain: Aglovale continues to impress.
Gawain: I'll have to tell the archduke about what he needs to learn from Wales once we get home.
Florence: And now you've acquired new knowledge in addition to friendship. Aren't you glad you came along, Gawain?
Gawain: Hah! Enough of that—how about you go have some fun? We wouldn't want to put Tor's effort getting that invitation to waste.
Florence: Hehe, I suppose you're right. I had better go enjoy myself.
Florence makes her way over to the dresses with the fashionable sorceress in tow.
Looking at the elegant yet novel designs, she feels a sense of elation welling up from her heart.
Florence: If I could spend a day in town wearing a dress like this, I'd be walking on clouds the whole time.
Sorceress: I'm so with you on that, Lady Florence!
As the sorceress finishes speaking, a man enters the venue.
He begins to wave to the attendees and individually exchange greetings with many of them, all while exuding an air of sophistication.
Florence: That must be the man responsible for these dresses... In other words, the fashion designer who invited us.
Sorceress: Oh? I think he's headed our way.
Fashion Designer: Excuse me madam, would you happen to be Lady Florence?
Florence: Huh? Y-yes, I am...
Fashion Designer: Oh, I just knew it! You're exactly like Lord Tor described you, as lovely as a flower in full bloom!
Florence: A-a flower? You flatter me...
Fashion Designer: Come now, your beauty is a gift from the heavens! Please, raise your head and let my unworthy self witness it for just a bit more!
The man's shameless torrent of praise causes Florence to feel self-conscious.
Fortunately, Tor and Gawain are already on their way to lend her a hand.
Tor: I understand your enthusiasm, but you're embarrassing her.
Fashion Designer: Ah, Tor! My apologies. As soon as I saw her I just couldn't stop talking.
Gawain: That was certainly a storm of flattery. Not something you get to experience every day, huh?
Florence: Oh please...
Tor: I'm very sorry about that, Lady Florence.
Tor: In any case, this man is our host, the most popular fashion designer in Wales.
Fashion Designer: It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Florence.
Florence: And you as well. I'm truly grateful to have been invited to this wonderful party.
Florence: And I'm quite surprised to learn that you're just as skilled at flattery as you are at design. It seems that you were born with more than one gift.
Fashion Designer: Hahaha, indeed I am! I see that you're as brilliant as you're reputed to be as well!
Florence: In any case, these dresses are truly wonderful. Are they all unique pieces?
Fashion Designer: Yes, they are. I'm afraid that I don't have the funds to begin mass production yet, so everything is made-to-order.
Fashion Designer: However, I plan to one day sell my works across all of the skies under my own brand.
Fashion Designer: I suppose that my next step should be aiming to hold a party like this in Dalmore.
Gawain: I mean, our countries are allied now, but we're still dealing with the threat of the cabal.
Gawain: With how the head of the House of Wales has a handle on every part of his nation, you guys can do things like this over here, but...
Gawain: I can't say that I'm in favor of throwing any parties in Dalmore at the moment.
Everyone: ...!
Gawain: Hm?
Gawain's inappropriately serious response causes everyone to awkwardly freeze in place, but he remains blissfully unaware of that fact.
Sorceress: (Lord Gawain... Do you really see no problem with just saying that? Right here?)
Florence: Well... It would certainly be difficult for us to match Lord Aglovale's mastery in enacting his policies...
Florence: But I'm sure that we'll be able to bring back much of what we learned on this trip.
Florence: Hopefully we'll be able to carve out enough leeway that we can have some kind of event for our people—even a short one.
Florence: As such, I hope that you will be patient with us until then.
Florence: I give my word that we'll bring our country to a state where we can host a wonderful party like this one.
Fashion Designer: Of course! I will be waiting eagerly!
Sorceress: (Nice recovery, Lady Florence!)
Gawain: ...
Sorceress: (I know that Lord Gawain wasn't trying to be rude, but...)
Sorceress: (I'm worried that as his public responsibilities increase he's going to keep causing problems like this.)
Sorceress: (I think it's safe to say that all of the sorceresses and knights wish that he could pick up some of Lady Florence's tact.)
Florence's quick follow-up comment has put everyone back at ease, but another problem quickly arises.
Staff Member: Sir, there's an emergency!
With the arrival of a distressed staff member, those assembled brace themselves for bad news.
The Diamond of Dalmore: Scene 2
The fashion designer asks Florence to stand in for a model who's fallen ill. Though she at first resists the idea, Gawain and Tor convince her to accept. Despite all being stunned by how good the dress looks on her, she finds herself struggling with anxiety as she waits for her turn on the runway.
Staff Member: Sir, there's an emergency!
Fashion Designer: Come now, you mustn't lose your composure. You'll frighten everyone.
Staff Member: Oh, I'm so sorry! It's just that...
The employee whispers something in the fashion designer's ear, and his jaw drops.
Fashion Designer: Wh-what!
Gawain: What was that about composure, again?
Florence: I'm sorry to pry, but could you tell us what happened? I would very much like to help, if there's anything that we can do.
The designer grasps at Florence's hands with tears in his eyes.
Fashion Designer: You see... We're meant to unveil a spectacular dress tonight... but the model for it has fallen ill.
Gawain: Well there's no need to cry about it. Just put the thing on another model.
Fashion Designer: It's not that simple! Not just anyone can wear that dress!
Fashion Designer: Only someone with enough elegance and dignity to represent a whole country could possibly pull it off!
Tor: He created the dress with that model specifically in mind. I don't imagine that it would be easy to find a replacement...
Florence: A model, you say...
As she surveys the crowd of well-dressed women attending the party, Florence has an idea.
Florence: I think that I might have a solution. You have so many fashionable women here...
Florence: Why not seek a volunteer from among them? You could have an impromptu audition to determine who has what you're looking for.
Fashion Designer: An audition, you say...
Fashion Designer: No, I have a better idea! I'll scout my model!
Florence: It's up to you either way. Whatever the process, I hope that you find—
Fashion Designer: Lady Florence! Would you be willing to become my model?
Florence: Huh?
Florence: What? I-I couldn't possibly be a model! I mean, it's... it's out of the question!
Fashion Designer: Not in the slightest! You have exactly the elegance and dignity that I'm looking for!
Fashion Designer: I can't imagine entrusting this role to anyone else! Please, I beg you!
Florence: I'm... I'm sorry to disappoint you, but no matter what you say...
Reluctant to turn the enthusiastic fashion designer away completely, Florence finds herself unsure of how to respond.
Gawain: Heh... Didn't you just say you were willing to do anything to help out? I don't see a good reason to say no now.
Florence: Gawain! I can't believe you're enjoying my embarrassment...
Tor: I understand that he is asking much of you, Lady Florence.
Tor: However, I would also ask you to take up this role, if possible.
Florence: For goodness' sake... Not you too, Tor!
Tor: If the famed Lady Florence of Dalmore were to help Wales's most popular fashion designer in his time of need...
Tor: That connection between state and citizen would help make our alliance even stronger.
Tor: Such a novel occurrence would help greatly in setting a new tone for the relationship between Wales and Dalmore.
Sorceress: I agree completely! I can tell already that I'm witnessing a legend in the making!
As everyone looks at her with great enthusiasm in their eyes, Florence folds.
Florence: All right then...
Fashion Designer: Oh, how wonderful!
Florence: But if I'm not as suitable for it as you imagined, be sure to say so immediately.
Florence: I don't want to end up tarnishing this wonderful party.
Fashion Designer: Of course! Now quickly, come this way!
Bursting with excitement, the designer does a little jig and leads Florence to the changing room.
Florence: ...
Everyone: ...
Florence: Well, what do you think?
Fashion Designer: Oh my... It's perfect!
Fashion Designer: Fate must have guided me to create this dress so that you would one day wear it, Lady Florence!
All are astounded by how well the dress accentuates Florence's natural grace and charm.
Florence: You flatter me too much. That said...
Florence: I must admit that I'm quite happy to be able to wear this beautiful dress.
Fashion Designer: Right then, Lady Florence, let's get you ready!
With the designer's call to action, his employees start working with Florence to prepare her for the reveal.
After getting her acquainted with the staff members and other models, they start teaching her about the schedule and how to walk on the runway.
Florence does her best to adapt despite being unaccustomed to every aspect of the job.
Florence: ...
Model: Your steps are far too beautiful for a beginner... You must have natural-born talent. Normally I'd be jealous...
Model: But honestly? I'm completely blown away!
Despite the abundance of praise, the tension doesn't disappear from Florence's expression.
Florence: (I thought the nervousness would pass with time, but it seems it won't be that easy...)
Fashion Designer: All right everyone, it's almost go time! Feel the energy and let it flow!
Model and Staff: Yes sir!
Florence: (Now, how should I deal with this...)
In contrast to the excitement of everyone around her, Florence tenses with unease.
The Diamond of Dalmore: Scene 3
Florence remembers a piece of advice she once gave to the fashionable sorceress, helping her overcome her anxiety and put on an excellent performance. After hearing from Gawain that he wants to help develop all kinds of culture back in Dalmore, she renews her determination to win a new era of peace for her country.
Florence: ...
Gawain: So even you get nervous sometimes, huh?
Florence: Of course I'm nervous. I hope you don't think this is as simple as walking out and back while wearing the dress.
Gawain: Hah. Well, I'm looking forward to your performance, Miss Supermodel.
Florence: Oh that inconsiderate...
Florence: This is no good. I should get some fresh air.
Florence breathes the night air in deeply, hoping to ease her nerves.
Florence: (I really didn't think I would be this anxious.)
Sorceress: Lady Florence! They're saying it's almost time to...
Sorceress: Oh dear, you don't seem very well... Are you all right?
Florence: I can't say that I am. I feel like these nerves are going to kill me.
Sorceress: Think about all of the tough situations that you've gotten yourself through, Lady Florence!
Sorceress: I'm sure that you'll be able to pull this off perfectly!
Florence: ...
Yes, I suppose you're right.
Florence: As Dalmore's head sorceress, I need to go out there and give a performance that everyone can be proud of!
Though her face is still drained of color from nervousness, Florence takes the younger girl's hands into her own and smiles reassuringly at her.
Florence: So make sure that you witness me from the audience.
Sorceress: (Even though her hands are shaking... There's so much determination in her gaze!)
Seeing Florence's resolve, the sorceress is suddenly overwhelmed with emotion and begins to cry.
Sorceress: L-Lady Florence... I'll always look up to you!
Florence: Oh my, what's wrong?
As Florence hugs the sorceress and strokes her hair, an old memory surfaces.
She recalls that she personally trained this sorceress back when she was a new recruit.
Sorceress: I-it will be a pleasure working with you today, L-L-Lady Florence!
Florence: Yes, likewise.
Sorceress: I-I've always wanted to be a kind and powerful sorceress like you, my lady... Sniffle...
Florence: Oh my, what's wrong? Come now, wipe your tears with this.
Sorceress: I'm so sorry! I was just so excited to talk to you that my emotions got the better of me...
Sorceress: And I'm so worried about whether I'll be able to use magic well in front of you that I feel like I'm going to burst!
Florence gently speaks to the sorceress as she strokes her head.
Florence: Take a few deep breaths, close your eyes, and relax... Now, conjure up an image of your ideal self in your head.
Sorceress: ...
Florence: See how you naturally begin to smile and relax?
Florence: With that in mind, let's get started.
Sorceress: Yes ma'am!
Florence: (Hehe, she'll end up disappointed in me if I can't take my own advice from back then.)
Florence starts taking deep breaths, then closes her eyes and lets the tension leave her muscles.
She focuses on picturing her ideal self, letting the anxiety slip away as if it had never been there in the first place.
Florence: Right then, let's get going!
As the main event begins, the models start walking on the runway in their predetermined order.
Finally, the time comes for Florence to reveal the dress that was made to serve as the party's centerpiece.
Florence: Hehe...
Gawain: Oh?
Tor: A performance befitting of a top model.
Sorceress: Agreed! As expected of Lady Florence!
Fashion Designer: Oh my word! Excellent, I say!
As they watch Florence's fantastic performance, those in the audience make their approval evident.
Fashion Designer: I owe the success of this whole event to you, Lady Florence. You truly are the diamond of Dalmore!
Florence: Oh, you're such a flatterer.
Fashion Designer: Not at all! I mean that from the bottom of my heart! I wish I could take it out of my chest right here and show you!
Tor: I know that the reveal went well, but getting so excited is a bad habit of yours.
Fashion Designer: Ah yes, quite so... My apologies, Lady Florence!
Florence: That's all right. I'm grateful you provided me with such an interesting experience in the first place.
Fashion Designer: Lady Florence... If you're willing, I would like you to have that dress.
Florence: Y-you wish to gift it to me? N-no, I couldn't possibly accept something so wonderful...
Fashion Designer: Seeing you in it brought a light to my eyes.
Fashion Designer: I realized I created that dress purely so that it might be worn by you! So please, I beg you to accept it!
Florence: But...
Gawain: If he feels that strongly about it, just take the thing.
Florence: As an official of Dalmore, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to accept a valuable gift from a citizen of Wales.
Florence: However... How about we do this instead?
Florence: I'll wear this dress whenever I'm invited to parties.
Florence: Then I'll be sure to tell anyone who asks where it came from and who made it.
Tor: I see, so you'll become a walking advertisement for him.
Florence: Indeed. If I do that, then it should be acceptable for me to take it.
Gawain: I mentioned that I can't condone throwing parties or anything in Dalmore, but that's only for now.
Gawain: In time, I hope we'll be able to imitate Wales and put effort into developing all kinds of culture.
Gawain: Once our country resolves its most pressing problems, I'll be sure to talk to Archduke Hyland about it.
Gawain: I'll probably be able to convince him that he wants to have Wales's most famous fashion designer host a party in Dalmore.
Florence: Gawain...
Gawain: Then our own people will get to see your hidden passion for fashion.
Florence: Oh, why must you always... But still, I'll be quite reassured to have your support.
The designer bows his head in sincere gratitude, deeply moved by Florence and Gawain's proposals.
The next day, the siblings start their journey back to Dalmore with their subordinates in tow.
Gawain: Hey, Florence, can I ask you something?
Florence: Of course, what is it?
Gawain: I was just wondering how you went from being a nervous wreck to a perfect model so quickly yesterday.
Florence: Oh, it was simple.
Florence: I just focused all my energy on envisioning the perfect performance and making the reveal a huge success.
Florence: In other words, I used self-suggestion to push through. Hehe, our minds are built more simply than we tend to think.
Gawain: You say that like anybody could do it, but I doubt someone who isn't a trained sorceress could have pulled it off so easily.
Florence: Is that so?
Gawain: More importantly, why didn't you try using that trick on me before resorting to a curse?
Gawain: You know, you could've told me to focus on imagining myself being humble.
Florence: Such advice can only help someone humble enough to listen in the first place.
Gawain: ...
Humph.
Florence: Hehe, it seems we're in agreement.
Rejuvenated from her short vacation, Florence silently vows to once again devote herself to achieving peace.
Only time will tell when the opportunity to wear that wonderful dress again shall arise.