A Popular Poetry Salon

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**"A Popular Poetry Salon"** is the sixth story quest in the Wonderful Poetry Event.

## Info

News of Magda's poetry salon spread like wildfire.

## Transcript

### Story Chat 1

Maid: Lady, I have ironed your skirt for this afternoon. I'll help you change into it now.

Magda: You came just in time, Vivian, have you seen my brooch? I can't find the one shaped like a book page!

Maid: You said before that there are very few balls with this theme, so I stored it in the innermost part of the jewelry box.

Magda: As long as it’s not lost!

Magda: It's getting late, Viviane, is the carriage ready?

Maid: Yes, miss, you can leave at any time once you change your clothes.

### Story Chat 2

Lady A: Lady, my dear, have you heard?

Lady B: Are you talking about Lady Ellenstein's poetry salon?

Lady A: Yes, it’s Lady Ellenstein, the undisputed star of Finsel’s social circle! I am determined to get the invitation to this salon!

Lady B: This is definitely on the top of Finsel’s annual list of can't-miss balls... Ah! Lady Ellenstein is here!

Noble A: Isn’t that Lady Ellenstein? You're finally here, we've been waiting for you for so long!

Magda: Hello, Lord Grayson.

Noble A: You came just in time! Since we're talking, Lady Ellenstein, which poets have you invited to your poetry salon?

Noble A: You must have invited the famous Mr. Adrian. I heard that he recently wrote a new poem, which he said was dedicated to the most beautiful and brave lady in Finsel. Who else in Finsel can compare with you??

Magda: ............

Noble A: Hey, isn’t it Mr. Adrian? Could it be...that Mr. Oron who just published his first collection of poems? I heard that he came from a famous family, and his ancestors also had a place in the Golden Lily Dynasty.

Magda: We can’t reveal that yet. It's best to let the suspense build until the salon, isn’t it?

Lady B: Oh, it looks like you guessed right, it must really be Mr. Oron!

Noble A: Lady Ellenstein is really admirable for her willingness to choose newcomers in such a grand poetry salon.

Noble A: Speaking of which, Mr. Randall seems to have written quite a few poems in the Middle Continent style recently.

Lady B: Lady, have you read them too? Mr. Randall is so handsome, and he's really good at writing poetry. Lady Ellenstein, did you invite Mr. Randall?

Magda: Mr. Randall is also writing poetry recently?

Lady A: You didn’t know! Lucky for you, Lady Ellenstein, I happened to bring a copy of Mr. Randall's poetry today!

Magda: That's such a coincidence, let me see it- Eh?

Magda: Mr. Randall? Can you please return the poem to me?!

Randall: Well... I have something to tell you. Could we go out to the balcony to chat, just for a moment?

Magda: ...Okay then.

Randall: I'm sorry, please forgive me for my reckless behavior just now.

Randall: I just... I just think that such a poem should not sully your eyes, Lady Magda.

Magda: ...Are you belittling yourself? Those noble ladies praised your poems very highly!

Randall: No. They don't know anything about the rhythm of Middle Continent poetry. Rather than praising my poems, they are praising me as a person... I know that my writing is terrible.

Magda: Poetry from Middle Continent? Why did you suddenly...

Randall: Last time I sailed, I met a merchant from the Middle Continent.

Randall: That night I was admiring the moonlight on the deck, and happened to hear him reciting a poem from the Middle Continent... Although I didn't know what it meant, it made me want to cry for some reason...

Magda: Yes, poetry is an art that expresses the soul and touches the heart.

Randall: Later I talked with him, and he pointed out some key points of poetry rhythm. Unfortunately, our journey together was too short, and he only had time to give me some superficial pointers.

Randall: That gentleman would point out many of my mistakes and shortcomings, but now... I only hear the sweet words of ladies. I know they don't mean any harm, but... I don't want to get lost in it.

Magda: ...Blind flattery is indeed an annoyance.

Randall: It's wishful thinking, but it would be nice if those poetry exchanges could force people to tell the truth of how they feel.

Magda: !!!

Randall: What's wrong, Lady Magda?

Magda: Mr. Randall, I am planning a poetry exchange meeting that may give you exactly what you desire.

Randall: Are you talking about the salon you are going to hold that has been so discussed at the dance recently?

Magda: Yes.

Randall: I've heard of it, but I think-

Magda: It's okay if you speak your mind.

Randall: It's a rude to say the least, but I don't think what you're doing makes much sense... Or, it makes no sense at all in reality.

Randall: People are always after what is trendy, whether it's good or bad. You can't change this mainstream way of thinking any more than you can stop a river from flowing into the sea.

Magda: I understand where you are coming from.

Magda: It's true that we can't change the direction of the river, but we can dig a channel and divert it to irrigate the dry fields.

Randall: ...but how can you ensure that every participant is sincere in their evaluation?

Magda: Lady Nyx and I have discussed a plan to keep all the poems at the salon anonymous, so as to ensure that each participant can be judged as fairly as possible.

Randall: This is indeed a brilliant idea!

Magda: So, are you really ready to let people judge your verses sincerely?

Randall: Of course!

### Story Chat 3

Maid: Miss, you seem to be in a good mood today. Did something good happen?

Magda: Ah, is it so obvious?

Maid: Yes, the young lady is as energetic as if she had slept for twelve hours!

Magda: It’s not that exaggerated!