episode_0090

“… It’s the same as before?”

After about 30 minutes with the basket, Duchess Elizabeth, who had gone to the lounge and returned, came back in the same outfit she had been wearing when she left the workshop, which was quite shocking.

“Did you expect me to wear it out?”

“I need to see it to modify the design.”

“I can modify it enough by checking it myself, can’t I?”

“Tsk…”

This was the problem when the client was a tailor.

She knows how much to modify by looking at it herself, so she doesn’t show how it looks when worn.

She has been hiding it ever since she showed it only once during the fitting, and now it’s a bit frustrating.

“Ugh…”

As I sat there with a slightly sulky expression, the Duchess, with her eyes half-closed, smirked and approached.

“No matter how curious you are, wait until the eve; wouldn’t the anticipation be different if you saw it in the best place?”

“I guess so.”

I thought she would at least show me the last bit since she has a heart, but she won’t show it until the end.

I feel a bit spiteful.

“If you don’t like it even a little bit, I’ll never make you clothes again.”

As I pouted and grumbled lightly, the Duchess raised one corner of her mouth and wiggled her eyebrows as if she had a fun idea.

“Then, if you like it, will you make it for me whenever I want for the rest of my life?”

“Cancel.”

I immediately shook my head vigorously and salvaged my foolish slip of the tongue.

Then, the emboldened Duchess raised her head slightly and said.

“Look, you’re thinking you’ll like it without even seeing it, so wouldn’t you be even more excited?”

“……”

I couldn’t deny it.

The Duchess and the dress are a combination that cannot fail.

There’s no way I wouldn’t like it.

“More than that, were there any parts to fix?”

“No, there weren’t, I think you can wear it right away as it is.”

“Hmm… How about the underwear or the shoulders?”

“Yes, more than that, can I coordinate the gloves myself?”

“Do as you please, I don’t know much about gloves.”

I don’t like gloves much, so I don’t know much about them.

Unlike legs that need stockings, the most beautiful thing about arms and hands is to reveal the skin itself.

This is because I think that the beauty of hands and arms can only be seen 100% when delicate movements and the movements of muscles and tendons revealed between those movements are noticeable.

Then, what’s the difference with feet that they have to be hidden?

Feet are a hidden card.

They are a secret weapon that should not be used up by showing them off usually, and they are a part that should only be shown slightly when alone with a loved one, so it is best to hide them with stockings.

Feet that are humid and soggy due to nylon stockings that do not absorb moisture well, and hot heat rises, tendons that stand out every time they move, and skin that shines faintly in the light of a candle.

Finally, the sight of sweat that had been trapped in the back of the knees flowing down the thighs.

That sight is most beautiful when only I am watching.

The thrill that comes from the situational element that she is willingly showing me a shy side that she cannot easily show to others is a bonus.

“Hehehe…”

“Your expression is a bit… lewd right now.”

“Ah, sorry.”

As my thoughts ran wild, it showed on my face.

Shame slowly rises and my cheeks start to burn.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Not really, more than that, when you wear that dress, don’t wear a garter belt.”

“I understand the reason, but then what should I wear on my legs?”

“I’ll have to ask Adelheid to make one more pair of pantyhose.”

“Sounds good.”

“Right?”

Unlike garter belts, which easily show their shape because of the various parts, pantyhose are invisible if you hide the waistline well.

The waistline can be hidden with a girdle, and the toilet problem is solved by the hole.

It’s a perfect plan.

“By the way, when are you going to give me the letter? I’m getting anxious that you’re going to pretend you don’t know and just pass by~”

It’s only been a day since the story came out, but the pressure is considerable.

“We were talking about it yesterday, and did you have to hand it over in person? Can’t I just send it by mail?”

“The sooner the better, isn’t it better to receive it right away than to go through several people unnecessarily? And there’s less than a week left? You’re not going to make me expect it and then leave me single, are you?”

“That’s just an excuse, and you want to hammer it in and receive it in front of others, don’t you?”

“Of course, that’s right too.”

“……”

I was speechless.

She doesn’t even deny it anymore.

No, it wasn’t bad because it was straightforward.

It’s not as frustrating as being secretive.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t written it yet?”

“No, that’s not it…”

As I hesitated, the Duchess’s sharp gaze was fixed on me.

I frowned and glanced at the desk drawer.

I did write the letter last night with a half-gone mind, but I’m embarrassed to hand it over in person…

If it was a conventional letter, it would be okay, but it’s a letter asking for a partnership, so it felt unnecessarily embarrassing.

“Aish…”

I closed my eyes and took out the envelope I had put in the drawer.

Even if the Duchess is playful, she wouldn’t open it right in front of me, would she?

“Here you go.”

“Oh, oh my…”

When the envelope actually appeared in front of her, the Duchess stepped back in noticeable embarrassment.

No, I gave it to her because she asked for it, so why is she embarrassed?

“Don’t tell me you really thought I wouldn’t write it?”

“Ah, no, that’s not it…”

Her hesitant appearance to receive the letter makes me feel disappointed.

I may have shown that I hated it, but I’m not such a piece of garbage that I would overturn a decision that has already been made…

“Ah, um… Thank you.”

As I stared at the Duchess with a truly disappointed expression, the Duchess trembled as she took the letter, smiled awkwardly, and bowed her head.

And as she was about to put the letter in her arms, she frowned for a moment, paused, and began to smell the letter with her nose.

“Did you… perhaps put perfume on this too?”

“Yeah, isn’t that how you’re supposed to send it to your partner?”

“You’re… more daring than I thought…?”

Duchess Elizabeth blushed slightly and quickly hid the letter in her arms.

“I will cherish it.”

“Oh… okay.”

The Duchess stared blankly into the air and muttered, then returned to her seat.

This feeling is somehow unsettling.

She asked for it, and I wrote the letter according to the common format, so what’s the problem?

“Ugh…”

I leaned back in my chair and turned my head forward.

Then, I saw the employees who were watching this with a fascinating expression hurriedly turning their heads away.

“…?”

Really, what is it?

I can’t understand why they’re doing that, so I’m frustrated to death.

I wish someone would explain it to me.

__

“……”

Returning to her seat, she takes out the letter she had put in her arms again.

The soft and cozy scent of sandalwood seeping through the gap in the envelope makes her already dizzy head droop.

She stares blankly at it and replays what happened a little while ago.

William, who frowned at the story of the letter.

Despite that, when she continued to pressure him, William frowned as if he was in trouble, but quickly erased his expression and handed over the letter indifferently.

William, who stared at her in embarrassment and squinted his eyes as if asking what she was doing.

William, who nodded without changing his expression even when he was caught putting perfume on the letter.

Elizabeth.

For the first time in her 17 years of life.

She felt like her head was about to explode because she couldn’t completely understand any of the other person’s actions.

The gap between him and the transparent and transparent William she usually showed was so great.

In that short time of less than 5 minutes, it was as if she had seen two Williams.

She was so confused.

Where did that expression that he was going to die of discomfort even if she approached him a little go?

Where did that figure of him turning white and trembling his lips even if she got a little closer go?

Where did that coward who stepped back one step when she took one step closer go?

And a man who confidently hands over a perfumed letter appeared?

Is this revenge for teasing him until now?

Or was he acting innocent until now?

If not, is there a story coming out from behind with His Majesty the Emperor without my knowledge?

She doesn’t know anything.

The more she thinks about it, the hotter her head gets.

Judging by the fact that her face is burning, she knew that her face would be as red as an apple even without looking in the mirror.

She wanted to tear open the envelope right away.

She thought that if she looked at the contents written in this letter, she might be able to find some answers.

“Haa… Annoying…”

She sighed deeply, complained quietly, and put the letter in her arms.

She was afraid that if she looked at the letter now, she couldn’t predict what kind of reaction would come out of her.

Really.

What is this.

She just wanted to see William in trouble, but she’s the one who’s in trouble.

She felt wronged.

“……”

She turned her head slightly and secretly glared at William sitting in front of the workbench.

She wondered when he had taken off his outer coat again, and in that short time, William was only wearing a shirt.

His sulky expression, sitting with his chin propped up, seemed somehow unfair and frustrating.

It was similar to the appearance he often showed when people didn’t show the expected reaction around him.

“Could it be…”

From that appearance of William.

She really wants to deny it.

But one of the most plausible hypotheses came to mind.

That the evil man knows nothing, a terrible hypothesis.

The meaning of asking for a partner in front of others.

The meaning of the act of handing over a letter in front of others.

The meaning of a perfumed letter.

He just followed what other people did without knowing any of it.

A hypothesis that he did.

“Gritting…”

She clenched her teeth.

Isn’t it time to think about it a little more seriously?

Her pride is hurt, and emotions rise up.

She imprinted William’s appearance clearly in her mind and made a promise in her heart.

That she would somehow break through that hateful fox-like bear at this upcoming National Foundation Day.