�Miss Nam Eymond!�
The host�s voice embroidered the southern sky.
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Every time Arachne�s dancers danced, the feathers swayed dazzlingly.
In the enchanted sight, someone suddenly approached Sirone.
�Definitely����Isn�t it beautiful?�
It was a man in his thirties with spiky hair and a sparsely short beard.
�Ah yes.�
�Since I was old enough to pay for the trip, I have been watching this tournament without missing a beat.�Are your eyes happy?�the brain is happy�Except for one downside.�
�A downside?�
The man said sadly,
�I couldn�t get married.�
Sirone was about to leave, but the man grabbed his arm and pulled him, whispering.
�It�s not just beautiful.�The women who participate in this competition are the best brides with intelligence, virtue, and body.�So how am I going to get married?�People around you tell you to wake up, but isn�t a dream meant to be dreamed?�
The self-proclaimed world beauty pageant maniac seemed to have suffered a lot in his life.
�Do you know what my dream is?�Surprisingly very realistic.�You�re dating one of those women.�I�ve already heard of savings.�
I thought I got it wrong.
�Every night it comes out in my dreams.�I�d rather die that day if I could go on a date with the best beauties.�this is a dream!�It�s the biggest dream a man can have!�
�Hey, I�m a bit busy with something����.�
�You must come to the competition, too.�take this.�
When the man opened the zipper of his cross-body bag and rummaged through something, Sirone waved his hand.
�No, you don�t have to.�
It seemed like they were going to give you a ticket, but it was a sirone that you could come in and out at any time if you wanted to.
�Okay, take it.�
What the man took out was not a ticket, but a tournament flyer that can be picked up anywhere on the street.
�����Ah yes.�thank you.�
The man who turned like a machine made a horn and shouted to the procession.
�i love you!�Miss Marchen!�
Sirone, who had slipped away, slipped out into a secluded place and stuck out her tongue.
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