The style of clothing can change a person's appearance.
Charlotte is at just the right age, and her developnt is relatively late, so she looks sowhat young. When she wears children's clothing and acts cute, she appears as an innocent, lovely, and charming child.
However, when she puts on a mature and elegant evening gown, her childishness is concealed, and her youthful charm is enhanced. Especially today, she deliberately requested the maids to apply slightly mature makeup for her.
This was Charlotte's little idea.
Previously, in order to appear cute and reduce others' guard against her, she would deliberately wear clothes that emphasized her youthfulness to enhance her young appeal. But this ti at the banquet, she must let everyone know that the heir of the Castell family is not just a child.
She has already passed her fifteenth birthday. She is already grown up and ready to inherit the territory.
So, this situation ca.
When Charlotte stepped down from the carriage, the entire garden square fell silent. Everyone's gaze was focused on her, and for a mont, it was difficult for anyone, male or female, to look away.
Ultimately, it was the well-trained servants of the Duke's Mansion who reacted the fastest. They were the first to co back to their senses and quickly put on respectful and enthusiastic smiles, rushing to Charlotte's side. However, soone was even faster.
"Oh! It's Miss Charlotte! Miss Charlotte, you're here!"
A sharp and enthusiastic voice ca over.
The chubby nobleman Bruno, dragging his fluffy body, jogged over to Charlotte's side, his small eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled.
Having searched for information about the ducal household, Charlotte already knew the exact identity of the other party. He was a second-tier steward of the Duke Borde's Mansion, with the title of Court Viscount.
Court titles specifically refer to those nobles who, although holding titles, do not have territory, commonly found within the Courts of Duchies, Kingdoms, Grand Duchies, or Empires.
"Good afternoon, Viscount Bruno."
Charlotte perford an elegant noblewoman's courtesy. She was already quite proficient in this gesture.
Addressed by the young lady, Bruno seed quite happy. He proudly lifted his chin towards the other stewards who hadn't caught up as fast, then instructed the butlers who followed.
"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and help Miss Castell get settled from the carriage!"
The stewards quickly sprang into action, bustling around the Castell family's carriage and leaving other nearby nobles on the sidelines, even though... Charlotte didn't really need that many stewards.
anwhile, Bruno warmly escorted Charlotte towards the Duke's Mansion.
Nice the black cat also jumped down from the carriage, tail held high, and proudly followed, chest puffed out.
It wasn't until the girl's figure gradually disappeared that the others in the garden square began to react.
"Which noble lady was that? She's really beautiful..."
"Haven't you seen it? The family crest on the carriage was a black eagle."
"Castell? Ah... is it her? Could it be true what the rumors say, that she's a bewitching succubus?"
"Tsk, have you ever seen a succubus walking in the sunlight? In my opinion, with looks like hers, she must be a witch who practices dark magic!"
This was the conversation among the commoners watching the excitent.
Recently, rumors had been rife in Borde City, and those who were just there for entertainnt and conspiracy theories were them.
There was nothing to be done about it, the masses were the easiest to sway with public opinion, lacking sources of genuine information and being led by the nose by manipulative noble families.
Information cocoons existed in every era. However, it was different for the nobles.
"It's the one from the Castell family."
"She's really beautiful, and her etiquette is very standard and elegant. She's truly the heiress of the Castell family."
"It's a pity she's been plagued by rumors recently. It must be quite a headache for her."
"I wonder which family she'll choose for a marriage alliance..."
"Yes, who will be the lucky one? The dowry from the Castell family is nearly half a Duchy!"
What was the rumor, what was the truth, these self-righteous fellows could distinguish clearly. Those who couldn't were simply not qualified to receive an invitation to the duke's banquet.
Amidst the discussions, the slightly more influential noble families noticeably quickened their pace and joined the girl's entourage.
If one were to look closely, they would notice that among the noble families attending the banquet, apart from the heads of the families, there were also young and handso male family mbers.
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Everyone's gaze moved with the girl's movents, seemingly ready to approach and strike up a conversation at any mont, and the eye contact between them carried a hint of tension.
Coupled with the unique magnificent attire and exaggerated styles of the nobles, they looked like a group of peacocks always ready for a duel.
Charlotte also noticed. She even curiously glanced at them and politely smiled.
But with just that casual glance and a polite smile, a large group of young nobles beca excited.
"She looked at ! She just looked at !"
"No! She looked at ! And she smiled at !"
"She was clearly looking at !"
"Idiot! She was looking at !"
"Want to duel?!"
"Co on! Who's afraid of who?!"
Chaos ensued.
Charlotte slowly withdrew her gaze, and the corner of her eye couldn't help but twitch slightly. She inwardly cursed herself for being such a sinful woman...
Of course, these were the more impulsive young nobles, mostly from dium and small families. The big noble families, who were also competitors for marriage alliances, were much more gentlemanly.
They casually approached the girl, courteous and polite, casually bringing up topics and wearing elegant and charming smiles on their faces.
Among them were so faces much more handso than any popular celebrity from her previous life, enough to make any girl scream and make Charlotte feel sour and envious to death.
But it had to be said, these guys' social skills were indeed impressive. Even though she knew they had ulterior motives, and she harbored a male-like hostility towards their handso faces, the topics they brought up often succeeded in piquing Charlotte's interest.
But unfortunately... All their flirting was wasted on a blind man.
Charlotte was interested in the information they discussed, and the various noble intrigues they revealed, but she felt nothing for them personally.
Not only that, seeing these people co up so elegantly and gracefully, enthusiastically displaying themselves, and knowing their true intentions were to lust after her body and her wealth, Charlotte even had the impulse to knock them down with one punch, then rcilessly step on their faces with her foot...
Oh, wait. She can't step on their faces herself. Who knows if, among these lustful hyenas, there might be so weirdo who would see that as a reward.
Charlotte was quite confident in her beautiful legs and feet.
It should be Casimodo who would step on them fiercely!
She thought to herself.
Of course, even if she could hear so information, a swarm of flies buzzing around in her ears for too long would be annoying.
After a while, Charlotte grew a bit impatient. But soone was even more impatient than her.
"Why are you all crowding around? I'm taking Miss Charlotte to et the Duke. Do you all want to tag along?!"
The chubby steward Bruno spoke up.
The young nobles instantly wilted, one by one retreating. As one of the few Third tier Blazing Sun in Borde, the Duke's na still carried weight.
Charlotte's heart stirred.
"The Duke... wants to see ?"
"Yes, Miss Charlotte, the Duke is waiting for you in the study. He said that when you arrived, I should bring you to see him first."
Bruno said obsequiously.
Charlotte nodded slightly, thoughtful, and then continued to walk with Bruno towards the palace, her mind alert.
Being a major noble and with Bruno leading the way, Charlotte naturally bypassed the on-site inspection at the Duke's Mansion gate. However, just as she was about to enter the inner palace gate, she heard soone calling her na from behind.
Turning around, she saw Nice the black cat being lifted up by the neck by one of the mansion's gatekeepers, as if carrying a little chick. Nice was owing and struggling while looking at her with a pitiful expression.
Beside him stood the sowhat helpless Casimodo...
"The mansion rules stipulate that pets... are not allowed inside!"
The Knight looked at the old servant, his face serious.
Charlotte:...
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