Fujimaru Ritsuka stepped forward and took Artoria's hand. Together, they walked onto the dance floor, becoming butterflies fluttering among the other dancers.
But.
Fujimaru Ritsuka's steps were remarkably clumsy.
"Hehe, who would have thought that the Master who saved the world couldn't even dance?" Artoria's eyes carried a hint of teasing.
"Ah, um, sorry."
A rare look of embarrassment appeared on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face.
"It's fine. If you don't know how, then learn. I never danced when I was alive either. Usually, I just rely on instinct for this sort of thing."
Artoria had been the king of a nation in life. How could anyone possibly have invited her to dance? Not to mention that her public identity had been male.
"Ugh, that looks really irritating. What do you mean, instinct?" Jeanne d'Arc, watching from the edge of the dance floor, wore a disgusted expression. Naturally, that disgust was directed at Artoria.
"Oh my, that does make you rather conspicuous." Lawrence smiled helplessly. "Still, you look like you really want to dance with Ritsuka, don't you?"
Most of Jeanne d'Arc's thoughts were written plainly across her face. People like that were easy to understand.
"...I won't deny it."
With Lawrence pointing out the truth, Jeanne d'Arc bit her lip.
In truth, she disliked Lawrence as well. Back in France, Lawrence could be considered one of the most direct culprits behind the defeat of the Evil Dragon faction. But this person was one of Ritsuka's most important people, and moreover—
One of those important people who posed no threat to her at all.
For that reason alone, Jeanne d'Arc found it impossible to truly dislike Lawrence.
"Did Ritsuka never study dancing in Chaldea?" Jeanne d'Arc asked somewhat unnecessarily.
"Ritsuka learned many things, but dancing was indeed not one of them. Though