episode_0106
by fnovelpia
Carl lay down and stared blankly at the ceiling.
I had long since fallen asleep, but I’ve been lying there blinking my eyes, trying to think things through.
What happened yesterday was so sudden.
No, it was strange rather than sudden, but it wasn’t anything new since there had been so many strange things since the ice age.
But, as if there was still a lump in my heart, I couldn’t easily get up.
‘Are you sure you’re okay?’
He thought of Alana, who had come to see him in the morning and asked him questions with concern.
He reassured Alana that everything was fine, and pushed her away, telling her to meet him at the restaurant after he finished getting ready.
And then I’ve been stuck in my room doing nothing.
A lot has happened.
I met a formidable opponent named Alex, and another Carl Maynor… maybe the original Carl Maynor.
I despaired at myself for being so weak and unable to match Alex, and I felt a sense of inferiority towards the other me who had been pushing me around like I was pathetic.
When I actually saw Carl Maynor, who I had idealized before I even started practicing and who I had promised myself would become after practicing, I was confused rather than happy.
It was because I felt that the image of him that was positioned as an ideal male far away did not exist in my current self at all.
“Fuck…”
He swears to himself.
There is no one listening.
No, it didn’t matter because Karl himself was listening. Because it was himself that Karl was scolding.
I don’t remember exactly what that kid did when he took control of my body.
I only remember the moment I defeated Alex.
But what is certain is that it left me with an uneasy feeling as if I had done something unacceptable.
Losing control of my body, falling into consciousness… I had a weak thought that it wouldn’t be a problem if I just handed everything over to him, and at that moment, I saw Beatrice.
Beatrice was seen crying.
I was so struck by that pitiful yet beautiful sight that I woke up from my deep abyss.
I came back because I felt like I couldn’t let go, and I had a foolish feeling close to the conviction that it was me and not that kid.
It would be better to say that it was taken away again.
From the real Karl Maynor who took over this body without permission.
dripping.
The alone time to reflect on the events of the previous night has also come to an end.
There was a cautious knock on the door.
The sword staggered to its feet.
Step by step, I approached the door.
I walked, rubbing my aching shoulder with one hand.
I tried not to care, but my fight with Alex left me with sore spots all over my body.
Crunch.
I opened the door without even thinking about who it might be outside.
“Knife… Are you ready?”
Outside the door was Alana, looking up at him with a worried expression.
She still felt awkward looking up at the knife.
Because when we grew up together on the colonial island, we were always on the same eye level.
I felt unfamiliar with the sword that had grown so tall and manly.
“……”
Indifferent golden eyes look down at her from beneath her messy blond hair.
Golden eyes with pink pupils.
When he left Carl’s side at the call of the sect, he could not look at Alana like this. Instead, Alana smiled and looked at Carl, and Carl shyly avoided eye contact.
But now…
“Is that okay… right…?”
I hate heavy silence, so I add to my speech without even hearing an answer.
“I told you to wait.”
“?”
“I told you to go to the restaurant first, so why did you come back?”
“That, that’s a knife… Are you worried-”
“Alana, as you said, we can’t go on like we used to.”
Alana was taken aback by Carl’s dry answer, which she had never imagined before. Before she could be surprised, Carl tapped Alana on the shoulder.
“I told you not to touch me lightly like this or hug me gently like before.”
“That’s not…”
Although he didn’t say specifically what he couldn’t do, he implied quite a bit.
Being a saint is both an opportunity and a heavy responsibility.
The moment when a girl from a small colonial island suddenly became the most important woman in the world, and the moment when she had to leave the side of Karl, who she had grown up with for her short life.
The words of her heartbreaking farewell, “I can never go back to the way things were,” were said with the thought of Karl, who she thought was still young, but in fact, they were words Alana said to make a promise to herself.
At that time, she was whipping herself.
Foolish…
For fear that the suffocating, sticky feeling would stop her.
So, more cruelly and more resolutely, he left the sword’s side.
At the same time, she offered up her first fervent prayer to God as a saint.
Not the prayer of a saint who must devote herself to the world, to the lowly… but a selfish and weak prayer for herself.
‘God, please let me meet Carl again. Please help him stand by my side.’
It was clearly a deviation and an impiety.
But I couldn’t bear it. I had overcome the sadness of separation and entered a bigger world, but I couldn’t hide my longing… my yearning heart.
That’s why I prayed and prayed again.
The day when he, the sword, and her knight will come.
“……”
But was it because my expression was awkward?
Carl seemed oblivious to Alana’s true feelings.
I wondered if I had misunderstood what she had said, and what she had said in the alley a while ago.
Maybe I pushed him too hard, so he looked so unfamiliar yesterday, intoxicated by the power of the Holy Sword…
“Knife, I… I mean…!”
“You are now a lady before you become a saint. You should not enter a man’s room without permission.”
I’m speechless.
It seemed like he was trying to push me away, as if to distance himself.
“I don’t doubt the loyalty of the Duke’s servants, but who could see that?”
“That, that’s right…”
“Alana, I don’t want to be an obstacle to your path. I absolutely cannot stand to see a saint who should be pure being talked about by the rich. If there is even a rumor that I am too close to the successor of the Duke’s family…”
That sounds plausible.
But I still couldn’t shake off my anxiety.
The fear that Alana might send herself away and go find another woman in the guest room.
Because of that anxiety, I can’t take a step forward and am just standing guard in front of the door.
Swish-
As if he had noticed her uneasy state of mind, the sword swept down Alana’s scalp.
Soft beige hair brushes the tips of Carl’s long fingers.
“!”
Alana froze at the sudden touch.
“So just wait. I’ll come to you sometime.”
“What, what…”
“Now it’s just waiting downstairs, but it’s also talking about waiting that will take longer.”
“?”
“Wait. Until I become a great knight worthy of the saintess.”
A low, muffled voice.
The voice of the sword shakes Alana.
The low voice that had made her sink so low beneath the surface this time pulled her up.
“Can you wait?”
“Ugh, uh…”
Alana nodded repeatedly, her voice uncharacteristic of her, crawling.
This situation is unfamiliar.
It seemed as if the knife was teasing her.
Alana’s face lit up at Carl’s bold remark, which seemed like a sudden confession of love.
Carl smiled at the sight and closed the door.
*
When I came out after washing up, the intruder in the room was already gone.
I sighed and looked around the room where I was left alone.
It was to find somewhere to change into.
I didn’t want to put on the clothes of the bitch I was wearing, but I couldn’t put on my tattered uniform either.
Just as I was starting to feel anxious that an awkward situation was coming, I saw a dress lying on the bed.
It was an elegant basic dress, not a fancy evening dress.
‘Is that the girl…?’
He approached the bed, frowning.
On the subject of priests, why were there so many clothes? It was clear that the church was worldly and corrupt.
“There is an eye for detail.”
Ironically, the dress suited my taste.
Swish- I picked up the dress and stood in front of the mirror.
……
It was a dress that seemed somehow familiar.
As I watched it, I felt strangely warm and smiling.
“Hmm…”
I tried the dress on in front of the mirror to see if it was the right size.
chest…
What matters is the heart.
A very important measurement that determines whether or not you can wear this.
That wicked whore might have brought it here to intimidate me.
How ridiculous it would be to wear a baggy dress that doesn’t fit…
How disappointed Carl will be…
So, if you try it on now and it doesn’t fit, you have no choice but to borrow the maid’s clothes.
“…?”
It’s perfect, right?
how…?
My breasts couldn’t have grown while I was washing-
Knock knock.
Just then there was a knock on the door.
At the same time, a woman whose voice I had never heard before on the other side of the door spoke politely.
“Lady Beatrice, my name is Rachel, and I am here to help you with your grooming at the Duke’s request.”
I put the dress I was holding down on the chair next to the mirror for a moment and looked toward the closed door.
Rachel…
Since it was a name I had heard before, I instantly recalled her information in my head.
In the original, she is the secretary to the Duke of Maynor, a key figure in the intelligence agency, and a valuable senior colleague and older sister to Karl.
In any case, she is no different from an agent of the Information Agency, so Princess Tricky Green must be careful…
……
That kind of stuff doesn’t matter anymore.
I am…
I am Beatrice de Dahlia.
“Come in.”
I answered with a relieved expression on my face in the mirror.
Finally, the door opened and a woman in an immaculate suit entered the room.
In both hands were visible petticoats and other items prepared for grooming.
She bowed her head in greeting and came toward me.
“Then excuse me, Lady Beatrice.”
He held out both hands, ready to take the bathrobe I was wearing.
She is like a servant at Dahlia Mansion, helping me change into my dress.
Since I was already accustomed to the life of a noble lady, I naturally turned around and tried to take off my gown.
Then Rachel, standing behind him, spoke carefully.
Her polite expression was visible through the mirror.
“Did you like the dress the Duke sent you?”
“?”
The Duke sent it to you?
“As you know, the Duke’s house has no mistress, so there are no clothes prepared for a lady of such a prestigious family as Beatrice.”
“…I guess so?”
Rachel, who saw my bewildered look in her eyes, continued speaking.
“But since we cannot give our servants’ clothes to such an honored guest, the Duke gave us a dress that he had been keeping personally.”
“Personally keep it…?”
I paused for a moment.
I searched through every page of my memory, trying to recall if the Duke had any strange tastes.
Why not?
It’s common for decent-looking gentlemen to have surprisingly suspicious hobbies.
Even the dignified Duke of Manners might enjoy wearing women’s clothes…
“It was a dress worn by someone precious to the Duke in the past.”
“Ah.”
The ending was a bit disappointing.
“So, for the Duke’s sake, I want to help Beatrice, who will be wearing this dress, look as beautiful as possible.”
Swish-
Without taking her eyes off the pure white body that was revealed when the gown was taken off, Rachel handed over the underwear and stockings she had brought.
It was truly a professional appearance.
With Rachel’s help, I put on a dress and even had my hair braided.
After finishing my grooming and standing in front of the mirror again, I saw myself looking pretty as always.
“You look great together, Lady Beatrice.”
“Really?”
“I was worried that the size wouldn’t fit, but it fits so perfectly.”
“That’s fortunate.”
Rachel, whose facial expression rarely changes, spoke with a colorful expression that we rarely see.
I was secretly proud of her reaction.
It seems that the woman who was precious to the Duke had similar physical dimensions to me.
Judging from how much you like the dress, I’m guessing your tastes are similar to mine.
And most importantly…
This dress somehow gave me a vague feeling.
I wondered what kind of woman’s dress it was.
“Okay, I’ll take you.”
“Yes, please.”
So I left the room following Rachel’s instructions.
Leaving aside thoughts about the dress and its original owner.
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