The Heavily Armoured Noble Girl Monette: How To Break a Curse You Don't Remember Casting Chapter 57

The Noble Girl Who Left the Heavy Armor

If you ask soone if they’d like a tailor made dress, anyone who isn’t the daughter of a cow would have their eyes light up. Call up both familiar and popular designers through your social circles, and talk with them about how an ordinary piece of cloth would be transford into sothing beautiful. Precious preparations and a gorgeous shine must be put into the dress, and it allows the person wearing it to feel as if they are temporarily inside a dream.

The sa can be said for even a noble girl and witch who usually wears nothing besides a full body suit of armor. I held my chest high as I looked towards the door or a room inside the royal palace.

Today my wedding dress was being tailored. Of course, it was ant for my wedding with Percival.

Though, it’s not a gorgeous, luxurious event that is held inside so social circles. There are very few people coming, including Alexis and the others and a few witches I had beco acquainted with. It is sothing with an attendance that could be counted on one hand so to speak. The venue as well is my old castle. It is not certain whether this can be called an extravagant event anymore, but at the very least it is safe to call it a gorgeous tea party.

It is certainly still going by the title of a ‘wedding ceremony’ for the mont, and thanks to Ordo who put out so money for the occasion, I was able to provide so wonderful invitation cards.

The wedding dress I would wear for such a ceremony........just thinking about it my chest started to warm up, and the feelings bouncing around my heart beca even more violent.

Today, I would be taking off my helt in this place.

I would ‘properly’ wear a wedding dress that suits for my wedding with Percival.

Even now I repeat this to myself.

Because Percival told , “I am cute even inside armor,” I was able to move forward and love myself even when I was encased in iron. That’s why I strongly want to marry him as ‘Monette’ and not the ‘Heavily Armored Noble Girl’. This is why I must take off my armor.

Take off my armor and appear in front of him wearing the best dress I can. It’s okay, he will surely praise .

With that determination in mind, I took a deep breath in front of the door. Inside there was Percival and Gina who had brought the preparations for the dress. Inside also were a few craftsn who had tailored such dresses before, but they were handpicked by Alexis and Ordo, so I’m sure they can be trusted.

Certainly I cannot wipe away my anxiety entirely. When I think about what people might say when they see vulnerable, fear inevitably takes hold of .

But even more than that, I want to look at him with my eyes, not through so holes in a helt. If he can, I want him to watch take off this armor and still call ‘cute.’

With that thought, I took hold of the door knob with an unwavering determination.

.......Yes, I am going to take off Monette.

Even though I am Monette.

“Alright Monette, let’s asure around your stomach. You’ll be wearing a corset on the big day, so make sure you’re not too hungry right now.”

Well, Gina was trying to asure around the abdon of the armor.

Even as she did that, I murmured, “I won’t suck in,” from inside my helt. The asuring tool seed to be sothing that would asure around my waist and abdon, but of course it would not feel anything through a case of iron. On the contrary, even if I were to take a deep breath in to try and dent my stomach, it wouldn’t change anything.

Naturally. It’s a suit of armor. There is no way it would change.

Even so, Gina has been taking asurents from the top of my armor, brought it down to my chest, and then, “So people like it a little flat......” tried to comfort . She said so, about the chest of a full suit of armor she had been asuring.

“Hey, Gina.......”

“Be at ease Monette. Even if I’m a little off, it can be covered up by the dress itself.”

“No, you’re wrong, listen.”

Hey, even though I’m trying to stop her, a white cloth suddenly wrapped around the eyes of my helt, blocking my sight. It was a beautiful white cloth though, and it shined finely while glittering as the light bounced off it.

When I diverted my eyes to see where the fabric had co from, my eyes suddenly matched up with Percival’s, who was making an extrely serious expression. He was holding several such cloths, replacing one piece for another, constantly hanging them off either my helt or my shoulder. After comparing them several tis, he eventually presented one beautifully shining piece to .

“I think that this cloth becos you most Lady Monette, but what do you think?”

“Percival, you see, today I”

“Wait Percival, if you are picking out a veil then you should wait and see what color goes with it.”

“Even Alexis.......or am I wearing a helt along with my veil?”

All of the asurents for the suit of armor were being taken by Gina while Percival and Alexis compared to see what fabric would look best with it. And I was left standing there sighing by myself.

Apparently they thought I would be wearing my armor just as I had been until now, so they were doing their best to make my armor look as pretty as possible. Wondering which design looks best, what kinds of trends are most popular right now, and I’m sure they’ve probably seen more than a few surprising things as they did all their research for this mont. The samples of prepared cloth was stacked like a mountain, and it showed that not just this country, but even countries outside our borders had been subjects for their search.

I am thankful to see them so very enthused about this and appreciative of all the work they are doing on my behalf.

.......Although as they looked, I’m sure that the image of a walking suit of armor wearing those veils never popped up into the rchants’ minds. –Even if it did, I’m sure that it would be sothing from their nightmares. Even as I try to picture it, I see a walking suit of armor wearing a wedding dress with a horror backdrop framing it.–

I imagined such an image and now a bit of weakness had gotten into my knees, but then Percival muttered, “That is,” underneath his breath as he had noticed sothing.

His eyes were pointed towards my things, but apart from my usual pouch was a small box attached to it. Having seen it, Percival’s face suddenly lit up as he realized it was the hair ornant he had gotten .

“Please wear it.”

“Th-that’s.......it’s sothing you gave .”

Percival’s eyes shined with a light so bright I had to look away from him.

At that mont, the words I was about to say were interrupted by Gina, “Oh no Monette. I can’t asure your chest like this when you’re talking,” who was still asuring right below my chest. Why on earth would my talking change the circumference of of a full body suit of armor? Even if I shout at the top of my lungs, the thickness of this iron won’t change.

However, as I wanted to point this out, I instead stretched out my armored arm towards the hair ornant, and seeing my intention, Percival quickly grabbed it and approached with it in hand.

Then he gently stretched out his hand and added the hair ornant to the top of my helt. I heard the faint *ting* of it touching iron. Then as he looked down at with a satisfied look on his face, I raised my face towards his,

“It suits you after all,”

and had this said to .

There were still no color of falsehoods in his voice or deception. He had a truly joyful expression on his face, and I knew that his words were a true heartfelt complint. Afterwards, he shifted the hair ornant slightly and moved it to the other side of my helt adding, “It looks better here.” I guess he really was considering my appearance.

While Percival and was doing that, Gina had finished up doing my asurents while muttering, “There should be almost no constrictions with this.” Alexis was still sorting through veil fabric with a serious look in his eye.......and I was still left with nothing to do other than sigh inside my helt.

It was sowhere deep inside my heart where I questioned whether I was fortunate to have accepted my presence inside this armor, or lant that I have beco too accepting of it.

The tailoring of the dress was finished, and the day of the ceremony ca.

Because the venue is the old castle where I live, there is naturally not a tense atmosphere in the air. The witches that were invited all spread out on their own, and there were many who had brought along stacks of books with them saying, “This one is interesting,” and “I’d like you to read this one too.”

Isn’t it quite the free and relaxed atmosphere you would never expect from a ceremony? Moreover, since the area was littered with familiars running about and playing, anybody who did not know what was going on would never have guessed that a wedding was about to take place.

It could be said that this unusual air was slightly affecting as with the usual ceremony, I should be standing with my back straight waiting patiently for things to begin. Instead, I was rarely off on my own wandering around. Was this natural because of all the witches that had gathered, or was I just moving based on my own nervousness?

“Concetta, let’s wear a bow tie today. Heeeere we go.”

I walked by Gina who was holding up a bow tie towards a fluffy cat. The ornate dress she was wearing was sothing newly prepared for today that made her look stunning, but her tone was as gentle as ever when she spoke creating a gap between her explosive beauty and humble deanor. Sitting on Gina’s knees, Concetta was sitting upright wearing a tail coat made for cats.

Raising his face and showing his neck, a bow tie was wrapped around him which made his tail swing once in pride. Concetta had also gotten in the bath the previous night and had his hair washed and brushed creating no need for any hair care today. Even a familiar can be concerned about their personal appearance.

Watching as Gina comnded Concetta for his naturally good looks, I heard Alexis suddenly cry out.

He was wearing a formal black tuxedo. The embroidery had been adjusted to match his shining hair, and he looked handso enough to have just about any woman swoon upon seeing him. Though, if they were to see the large spider clinging to his chest, those swoons would inevitably turn into screams.

Of course, that spider was Robertson. Spiders cannot be fashionable.....whoever would say that obviously has never seen one with their eight feet painted white before. He seed to have had them colored today, and as Alexis approached, Gina imdiately started praising him saying, “White gloves, so gentlemanly.”

“Gina, how is Monette?”

“Excellent. The pure white veil and dress are finished and beautiful enough on their own to make anyone marvel. Alexis, what about things with you?”

“Everything’s perfect on my side too. No matter what he says, he looks like a prince.”

While saying so, Alexis sat down next to Gina. At that ti Concetta moved from Gina’s lap to Alexis’s. As if to show off, he did a full turnabout on his knees, and with a bitter smile, Alexis started petting his head while praising him.

While the two of them were chatting for awhile, the started loosely playing so music after seeing what the ti had beco.

The witches who had been doing things on their own until now were able to read the mood bringing their familiars with them as they sat down and placing them on their laps.

In such an atmosphere, who ca walking down the isle was Ordo dressed up in a set of decadent robes. I could feel the dignity of a king from his upright walk, and when he stood before the prepared podium, he took a deep breath......,

*Kuu*.....and while groaning slightly, he unexpectedly turned his face away from the crowd.

“My, what a rude priest.”

“How did Uncle beco the priest in the first place? Who thought that would work? Having such a lump of insincerity of an old man up there.”

And then Gina and Alexis both made while comnts from the crowd about Ordo’s attitude.

Ordo looked at them both with disgusted eyes, but even I felt like I could hear the stone podium laughing when he took his position. It must be unpleasant for him. And so the beginning of the ceremony began with a small cough.

It wasn’t sothing extravagant because of its small scale, buy the ceremony was able to proceed with a warm feeling.

Ordo, who was acting as the priest, recited the words for a traditional commitnt. In addition, he added, “You guys, there is no way you actually still believe that God is watching this right?”

Who asked for this domineering counterfeit? But this guy insisted on acting as the priest to acquire so connections with the visiting witches. I’m sure he felt so goodwill towards Percival and , but he would be lying if he said that his main purpose here was not to draw in another country’s witches as well. For such a greedy man to act as soone completely devoted to God is too funny of a story.

Nevertheless, the expression of our fake priest smoothed out and urged us to seal the oath with a kiss. Percival listened to him and slowly turned towards with a small laugh. He looked happy and sowhat embarrassed, a shy look that made him look like a young boy. But his eyes were focused entirely on , and so I turned towards him........,

and narrowed my eyes through my helt.

Yes, from inside the helt. I am wearing a full body suit of armor. No, today I was wearing a beautiful wedding dress and veil...overtop a full body suit of armor.

The cloth the dress was made out of shined finely when it received the light, and the hem gave off a fantastic fluffy feeling whenever I moved. Good lace was interwoven around the chest area and silver thread embroidery was used to decorate the hems. The veil hiding the helt was also colored to match the purity of the dress, and the hair ornant affixed to the helt played up the whole outfit.

Speaking of its glamorous appearance, my eyes shone when I saw the finished tailored dress, and at the sa ti my heart had pounded with excitent while wondering if I was really going to get to wear this.

However, almost imdiately after that my dreams were shattered and my eyes when cloudy when I realized the dress was too big.

Of course, the dress was too big for because it was made to go over armor.

And as I saw that the prepared corset was also armor-sized, my eyes stagnated going from simply cloudy, to dirty and muddy.

And now, I was wearing that wedding dress over my usual suit of armor. There was a corset underneath my dress as well by the way. It was quite tightly squeezed, but it had absolutely no effect on my breathing.¹ I was able to comfortably take a deep breath and feel as if I were not wearing a corset at all.

Percival was looking at the who was dressed like that. For the sake of today, he had also dressed up in a way worth seeing. A tailored suit using dark blue cloth matched with his eye-catching golden hair, and the embroidered white and silver lines matched my dress creating a glamorous look. He had the deanor of a brave knight, yet his beauty was like a prince from a storybook.

When I saw him for the first ti, I fell in love all over again, but my mouth took on a will of its own saying, “I wonder if it will match?” I imdiately panicked when I realized what my mouth had done and had started swinging my helt to the left and right to see if it was a trick and soone was just trying to make believe that I had said that.

Contrary to my anxious reaction, there was no tightening on Percival’s expression. Despite my words, he clearly looked happy standing before .

“So embarassing.”

But Percival was completely oblivious to those thoughts, and after my attention was drawn back to the current mont, I noticed his hand slowly moving forward and drawing back the veil covering my helt.

An oath sealed by a kiss. My heart began beating fast as the fact that this was really happening hit along with the sight of Percival lifting my veil. Even if I am wearing a full body suit of armor, I am still a young girl, and there is no way I wouldn’t be unperturbed at a promise kiss to show off my love.

.........However, I cannot get drunk off of my happiness like this.

“Um, Percival”

“.......It’s alright. I’m nervous too.”

“No, it’s sothing different. You see”

This armor.......I tried saying sothing, but only air would co out of my mouth. Percival narrowed his blue eyes and brought his face close. I saw that he was trying to kiss , so I hurriedly closed my eyes because it felt like his lips would really touch .

During my wedding, we seal our love with a promised kiss until death do us part.......I fell into such an illusion.

Well, of course our lips weren’t going to touch.

Eventually overcoming the anxiety that had gripped my heart, I slowly opened my eyes again, and I saw Percival’s face slightly further away than when I had saw it last with rosy cheeks. His hands were outstretched towards my helt and stroking it as if he were stroking a woman’s cheeks. He is practically petting with the tips of his fingers, I think after seeing the way his hand moves from the corner of my vision.

I hear a feverish breath rise up from my surroundings, and Gina leads them with an exaggerated sigh, “Beautiful......” Alexis was sitting beside her, nodding his head in agreent with a calm expression. There was exactly one person who was holding his hand over his mouth and looking away while trembling from trying to hold back his laughter, but I decided to ignore this specific individual.

Such a warm air, and with this atmosphere prevailing, I back up towards Percival’s loving eyes.......

“It’s the armor!”

and gave voice to my thoughts.

“Huh, what’s wrong Monette?”

“It’s armor! Percival kissed my helt!”

“Well yes, but please don’t shout it out like that, you’ll........you’re making shy.”

“You shouldn’t be shy about that!”

Towards my desperate appeals, Percival just tilted his head to the side in confusion. That expression showed he was feeling truly oblivious to my point, but it wasn’t just him, everyone in the room was looking at with a giant question mark over their heads. There was one person who was holding his stomach, keeled over from laughing so hard, but if God really is here, then that guy will burst into flas any second now. I’m getting off topic.

I ignore my surroundings, take a deep breath, and plead with Percival.

“My helt is a helt, it’s not . So......that is, properly........I want you to properly kiss .”

“...........Lady Monette, that is”

“W-Whatever kind of face I have, like you said before.......can you still kiss ?”

My questions stunned Percival, and for a couple seconds, he just stared at with wide eyes..........and then gave a gentle smile and nodded deeply. That expression imdiately drove away my lingering anxiety, and as he whispered the words, “If it’s what you want, I’ll do it however many tis I can,” washed away any tension swirling around my chest. My heart began to rhythmically beat at a comfortable rate as his arms began to move forward once again.

Slowly, steadily, his hands made their way to the back of my helt. The mont I heard the tallic clank of iron moving against iron, so small amount of tension resurfaced in the back of my mind, but seeing Percival’s peaceful smile made it all lt away.

I want to look into those eyes not through the holes of a helt; I want to feel those lips on mine. There is no small part of that is jealous of this helt having received a kiss before .

With those thoughts abound, my helt was removed, and I slowly raised my face to et his.

Percival was there in my sight. And I, without so helt shielding , was in his.

The people surrounding were speechless. Was it because of the surprise that the heavily armored noble girl had taken off her helt, or was it out of shock at my true appearance? I was afraid to confirm the truth, but above all that silence was sothing painful. Was I ugly? If you think that you are disappointed, if you think such a thing......what do you think......the hands holding my helt were trembling.

However, my helt has already been taken off. It is aningless to get scared and run away. With that in mind, I pushed down the fear bubbling in my chest and waited for Percival to say sothing.

His blue eyes were round and wide-eyed, completely stunned by what he saw.........

“L-Lady of the Lake!”

and shouted out sothing unexpected.

To that voice, towards those words, my head tilted to the side in curiosity. This ti not inside a helt.

“Lady of the Lake?”

“Why are you here!? Lady Monette? Where did you go?”

“Percival, calm down.......Um, why are you suddenly shouting sothing about a Lady of the Lake?”

“Why, when, how, huh.........?”

Where had that bravery and dignity gone, Percival was wide-eyed and his mouth flapping open then shut while looking at .......then sothing must have connected because he suddenly hit his hands together

The ‘Lady of the Lake’ was a naless woman who Percival had encountered so ti during our journey.

First at the lakeside and then once again near Gina’s mansion. Strangely, nobody else had seen her other than Percival, and I, who had been near the area at the sa ti, had felt no sign of her. From her ethereal beauty to glowing mysteriousness, Percival had claid she was clearly a ‘foreign princess who is in actuality a water fairy that is traveling abroad while keeping her identity secret to protect herself.’

Why was he bringing up that woman now.............unless he was saying that I was the Lady of the Lake.

“That’s, my spell to keep people away wouldn’t have worked on a witch slayer like Percival.........in other words you watched strip off my armor!”

“Lady Monette is my fabled ‘Lady of the Lake!’”

So we exclaid at the sa ti.

Then we both turned to see Gina and Alexis who would also know what we were talking about.....but Gina’s was narrowly looking at us as if she was amazed by sothing, and Concetta was nowhere to be seen. anwhile Alexis’s mouth had been filled with a loaf of bread that appeared out of nowhere.

I saw their mild reactions and was taken aback, “Did they already know.......?” but then my gaze was inevitably drawn back to Percival. Whether he had the sa idea as , he was making a face as if soone had just pulled on his cheeks.

But when he noticed my eyes on him, he quickly cleared his throat and began to scratch his head.

“There’s no way Lady Monette is really the Lady of the Lake.......”

“Heh, I also never noticed. ..........but, I do feel relieved in a way.”

“.......relieved?”

“.......because, this..........if it’s true, kiss properly........”

Hurry up and kiss , was what I was trying to mutter. My voice had beco small from the embarrassnt that was filling my brain, but since I wasn’t wearing my helt, even that small voice of mine could reach Percival’s ears perfectly.

In fact, the second he heard my words, his face went as red as mine probably is.

“I-I, kiss you......”

“..........Yes, not the helt, properly.”

“T-that’s, I understand that........but, that........!

I looked up towards Percival whose eyes were darting around wildly. When I looked, I could see my face reflected in those blue eyes. It’s not a helt; it’s my own face.

Then I call out his na, “Percival?” but rather than making him more apt to kiss , I just made his face redder. But then the next mont he looked at sothing surprised, and his body went rigid with a sudden jerk.

When I looked, sohow Alexis had unknowingly co up from behind Percival.

He said nothing, but his eyebrows were slightly lowered. He had his hand firmly placed on the back of Percival’s head and took a single step forward. Along with him, Robertson had sohow placed himself on top of Percival’s head and was currently bouncing up and down like a loaded spring. Following that, Percival’s face slowly ca closer to my own. The height difference which had separated us shortened, and soon our lips were at the sa level.

Is this the brute force asure? I was stunned at the unexpected appearance of Alexis, and when he noticed my gaze on him, his expression changed into an expressively cheerful one.

“Monette is quite beautiful you know?”

There falsehoods in his voice, nor were their any other secrets hidden in those words. Just the pure and sunny feeling of appreciating a beautiful friend, and then praising them.

Isn’t this too kind? That’s why I couldn’t help myself and started laughing before thanking him. There were no falsehoods or secrets in my disposition either. I was pleased by the complints given to by my friend, and I wanted to return those good feelings.

Then Alexis’s smiling eyes turned towards Percival. After looking at him for a few seconds, Alexis look back at and shrugged his shoulders. “He’s completely useless,” he said with a bitter smile.

“Do as you like.”

“Thank you very much.”

I extended my arms through the dress’s hem and attached my hands to Percival’s cheeks. His cheeks were hot, and a smile broke out across my face when I felt that heat.

Alexis gave a small giggle and finally let go of Percival’s head, instead settling for a few pats on the back. Robertson jumped off his head with a *whoosh* and landed on Alexis’s shoulder. Then as the two of them returned to their seats, I overheard Gina praise them both with a, “Well done,” that was probably louder than it needed to be.

Wouldn’t this brute force asure be sothing unthinkable for the Alexis of the past? I gave Percival an unexpectedly bitter smile, slowly narrowed my eyes, and brought my face close to his.

I was planning on having him kiss , but doing it to him isn’t so bad either.

Besides, he kissed my helt, so if you think about it, it’s my turn to give a kiss instead.

Thinking that, the corners of my mouth rose slightly. But that smile was soon replaced by my eyes widening in surprise as a pair of fingers moved to cover my lips.

They were Percival’s. He was holding down my lips so as to hold down my kiss.

When I looked at him, his face was still red, but his eyes were still focused on . Then he slowly lifted his hand and guided it to my removed helt.

He removed the hair ornant adorning it and softly added it to my hair.

I accidentally laughed a little because it tickled, and then Percival’s hand moved to caress my cheek. Large, masculine hands, a warmth that I was now free to feel, my eyes narrowed in comfort. I could finally feel his touch, and so a wave of relief washed over my heart.

“You look beautiful.”

“Really? I, if I take off my armor, I won’t be silver all over anymore.”

“Ah, you certainly won’t be silver. Beautiful dark blue hair, bright purple eyes that are focused on without a helt in the way......... I never thought soone so cute and beautiful could exist.”

“.......Percival.”

“I thought my feelings would never change no matter what you looked like underneath that armor, but apparently I was wrong.”

His words washed over and entered my ears without a helt muffling them.

I closed my eyes as if I had been asked to do so, and a hand continued to gently stroke my cheeks. Then, that warm feeling touched my lips.

Instead of a helt, not over iron, properly on the lips.

This kiss was sothing awarded to , not to an armored noble girl or a with.

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A word from the author: ‘The Heavily Armoured Noble Girl Monette: How To Break a Curse You Don’t Rember Casting’ is complete with this! Thank you very much for seeing it through to the end!

Below is a funny addition I added at a later date.

A few months after Monette had taken off her helt herself......

“Oh, so it’s armor today?”

So Alexis asked, and I responded by nodding my helt.

Yes, helt. I am wearing a helt today. And in addition, as Alexis handed over so docunts to , I accepted them with silver arms from a full body suit of armor.

I exposed myself during my wedding ceremony, but once it was over, I adorned my helt once again. I have been wearing my heavy clothes as I had been before.

Although determined, when I take off my armor I get tense, and I can’t calm down if I’m exposed for a long period of ti. I have been called the ‘heavily armored noble girl’ for a long ti now, and there would be many who would be befuddled by seeing my true face knowing my nickna, and my familiarity with other witches would make things even ssier. Everyone would want to take a look at the bizarre sight, and all of those attention-oriented lines of sight focused on a single point is still far too much for to handle.

When Percival noticed that, he personally put the helt on my head saying, “You should gradually get used to it,” and now here we are. There is no longer a fear in at being exposed, so it is only necessary for to open up more to other people. Nevertheless, I feel comfortable wearing a suit of armor like this.

“It’s more deeply ingrained than my baths. Truly, the tis are wrong.”

“Don’t praise that. It’s fine, and Percival also said it’s fine for to wait.”

“Wait, hey.......”

“I an, Percival always says thisarmor is cute. Rather......please take a look at this.”

I turned my gaze towards Percival who was reading so docunts in the corner of a room.

He looked up when I called him and looked at the two of us. When I pointed towards myself wearing the iron armor, a curious look crossed his face and he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Percival, what do you think of ?”

“Cute.”

It was an imdiate answer.

Hearing it, I nodded my head and took off my helt as if it was a matter of course. I have done so before, and I am no longer afraid of doing it. As a matter of fact, I had gotten quite quick at removing my armor recently.

Then, once again looking at Percival, I asked him the sa question as before,

“Beautiful.”

He used a different word and praised .

I nodded my head and put on my helt once again.

“Cute.”

I take it off again.

“Beautiful.”

I put it on again.

“Cute.”

I take it.......I don’t take it off.

“Cute.”

We repeated such an interaction several tis, and I turned back to Alexis after leaving my helt on. And so I proudly puffed out my chest my chest and asked him, “So how about it?” I know I am floating a bit.

However, it might be a bit unreasonable for to be on air like this. Percival praises when I’m wearing armor as cute, and when I am not wearing it I am beautiful. As expected, I suppose my armor isn’t cute; it’s just that this is how much Percival loves and nothing will change that.

Alexis took a small sigh upon seeing my magnificent mood.......but Gina promptly shut him up by shoving a piece of bread into his mouth.

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1. I don’t know. From what I hear about corsets, I think Monette may have actually lucked out on this one.