“……look.”
I’m tired.
“… I’m watching ···········.”
I’m tired and want to sleep more, but soone kept trying to wake up. I shook my hand roughly to shake it off.
“Lady! Wake up!”
“…Lida?”
I woke up in a daze; my vision still dark.
I awakened in bed, blinking my eyes slowly. It was Lida, a maid serving in Agernia.
“Lady, it’s ti to have lunch.”
“It’s okay.”
I tried to lie back down, but Lida stopped quickly.
“Are you very tired now, miss?”
“Yes, so let sleep a little bit more.”
“D…did you cry?”
She looks at and asks carefully.
“No·······?”
I cried. I’m full of bullshit.
“I think your eyes are swollen… Is it because you have been sleeping too long?”
“I guess.”
“Stop sleeping and have lunch now.”
“No. I am not hungry.”
“……. I see. Then you have to eat it later. Or should I bring you so milk?”
“It’s fine.”
When I firmly refused, Lida couldn’t advise anymore.
Normally, I would have listened to her when she was this stubborn, but now it was a very different day than usual.
Most of all, I didn’t want to eat face to face with Alastair.
“Oh, my lady, what’s wrong with the Duke?”
“Why?”
“He seed to be in a bad mood.”
“…….Really?”
“This morning, he directly led the training of the knights, but all of them left the training room as if their souls left their bodies. I passed the room, and he seed as if he was chiding them, it seed abusive….”
“Isn’t that how training is supposed to be?”
It was his role to exercise his knights’ endurance every day.
Wouldn’t it be favorable if their skills improved thanks to Alastair? So what if they were miserable? It’s their fault for choosing an arduous career such as a knight.
“Hmm. I don’t think that’s the case in this circumstance…. Knights have to live too. Anyway, I’ll go out, Miss. If you are hungry, ring the bell, and I’ll co.”
“Wait a minute, Lida.”
Lida was about to leave when I rembered sothing I had to do and stopped her
“I’m going out. Please call the carriage for .”
***
The carriage rattled.
My body was shaken from the impact.
My original plans were a ss.
In order to arrange our banquet outfits, I originally planned to ask Alastair to go with but…
I decided not to think anymore.
At last, the wagon stopped the last shaking, finally arriving at Mada Blanche’s dressing room.
I left the carriage and entered the store.
Upon entering, he saw an employee busy dealing with his clients and Blanche’s apprentices. Then, in turn, I saw young girls buying costus.
“What? Miss lford?”
I looked around —uncertain if this eting was fortunate or woeful—and t a familiar gaze.
She got up from her seat as she smirked and stepped up to with an imposing gait.
I faced her with a similar fake socialite smile.
“Well t, Miss Sylvania.”
“Oh my, Miss lford! It’s been a long ti.”
Ugh, what an unlucky day to et such a troubleso person.
“Miss lford must have co to get a banquet dress.”
“That’s right. Did you get one too?”
“I just arrived.”
“I see. Well, good luck.”
I had no intention of conversing anymore.
But, conversely, Sylvania seed to have a lot to say, opening her mouth.
I called over Mada Blanche’s apprentice without giving Sylvania a mont to speak.
“Where’s Madam?”
“Did you make a reservation?”
Mada Blanche’s salon was famous. From her abrasive personality to the clothes she made, there was no one like her in aristocratic society.
The clothes she made are always fashionable and renowned.
She was a leading designer in the fashion world, so many people wanted her clothes.
Mada Blanche, who held her nose in the air, was famous for being picky with her custors. People had to make an appointnt a month in advance if they wanted to co to Blanche’s dressing room and et her.
“No.”
Sylvania mockingly laughed without hesitation when she heard my response.
The apprentice didn’t gloat because I was a noble, but his face mildly reflected how absurd he thought I was.
“I’m sorry·······.”
“Here.”
Before the apprentice could continue, I took out the card and handed it over.
The apprentice’s grim expression straightened up as soon as he checked the card.
“······!”
“Would you please call Mada now?”
I grinned at her apprentice, who held his breath and looked at .
It is true that Mada Blanche is picky about her custors, but I was an exception.
Because I am loyal and a regular custor among the regular clientele who make up a significant portion of Mada Blanche’s sales.
In short, I am the VVIP among her VIPs.
“I—I’ll be back right away!”
His face beca ashen.
I didn’t bully him! Curious gazes surveyed , and for a mont, even I doubted whether or not I made a commotion.
After a mont, Mada Blanche ca running.
She was so urgent she didn’t even put down the needle and thread in her hand.
“Miss lford! It’s been a while since you’ve visited!”
“It’s been a while, Madam.”
People in the salon were taken aback.
Mada Blanche, who turned her nose up at countless nobles, could also be shalessly solicitous.
It wasn’t as if she was groveling, but it was Mada Blanche, so it was a fresh shock to them.
“Then, Miss Sylvania. See you at the International Imperial Banquet.”
***
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