episode_0153

The agreement with Elizabeth about what to wear didn’t take as long as I expected.

After all, unless you’re going to try something unusual, the attire for a banquet is as standardized as a recipe.

Of course, things would be different if you were going to try something unusual, but this time I wanted to focus attention on the tie I was going to give His Majesty the King as a gift, so I decided to go with something ordinary.

If there was anything to try differently within the standardized framework, it would be the color and accessories.

So, after 5 minutes of discussion, Elizabeth chose burgundy, and I chose navy.

Following that, we agreed that I would wear a necklace decorated with amber, and Elizabeth would only wear the necklace I gave her as a gift.

Now that we had smoothly concluded the important matter, I thought all that was left was to happily return home, but a problem arose from an unexpected place, delaying our return.

“This time, Emily should go for a bright and girlish look.”

“No, she should go for a calm and sophisticated feel with charcoal gray or dark green. Emily’s strength is her composure.”

“What are you talking about? We should create a bright atmosphere with a reddish color close to pink or a bright light green.”

“That won’t bring out Emily’s charm properly!”

Out of the blue, opinions were severely divided on what to dress Emily in.

If it was a reasonable opinion, I would have accepted it and moved on, but I was severely annoyed when they started spouting nonsense like they didn’t know Emily at all and insisted on dressing her like that.

“Are your eyes knot-holed? Emily looks good in bright colors too!”

“Ugh, this is so frustrating. I’ve known Emily for over 10 years, and bright colors are shackles for her.”

“Knot-holed for sure.”

“Ha…”

I pounded my chest and squeezed my eyes shut.

Who is the one with knot-holed eyes…

“Emily is unconditionally calm and sophisticated.”

“Do you have to be so extreme? If you want a calm woman, you can use accessories. You can give a bright feeling with color, and a sophisticated feeling with glasses, right?”

“No, glasses are crossing the line.”

At the sudden mention of glasses, I couldn’t manage my expression and frowned in genuine disgust, tilting my head back slightly.

One of the things I hate seeing on people’s bodies is tattoos, piercings, and glasses.

There’s only one exception: glasses worn with a suit.

This is a set that naturally follows like a shadow if there is light, so it was the only glasses I allowed.

But wearing glasses in other situations?

And not because of eyesight, but because of fashion?

Not even a monocle or sunglasses, just regular glasses?

That’s like a heinous crime against humanity.

I’d rather wear a mask than wear glasses.

“What, are you looking down on glasses right now? How can a designer hate glasses so much?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I can’t believe someone who doesn’t know the charm of glasses started an atelier…”

“Ha, how many people look good in glasses? Who looks good in glasses?”

“My mother.”

I had no choice but to shut my mouth, faced with a massive landmine that would accuse me of ‘blasphemy’ or ‘being a commoner’ if I chose the wrong word even slightly.

I was prepared to refute anything, but to deploy a double-edged ‘my Emperor and my mother’ strategy here.

“Such a cowardly…”

“I just said it because you asked who looks good in them, so why?”

“Keuk…”

Neither Elizabeth nor I had any intention of backing down.

At this rate, the conversation would continue on parallel lines.

The moment had come to resolve the argument through some other means.

“Then how about we dress her up and decide who’s right?”

I immediately made a bold move.

After all, a designer is someone who competes with clothes, not words.

It was also right to compete with the real thing that our senses were not wrong.

It’s definitely not because I thought I was going to lose the argument and was being pathetic.

“Dress her up?”

“I have a few dresses that I made whenever I was bored in the warehouse, so we’ll dress her up in those and see which one suits Emily better.”

“Are there enough colors of prepared clothes?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, let’s do that, but you have to honestly admit what you admit, I believe you won’t do cowardly things like saying it’s bad even if it’s good.”

“Of course.”

I nodded with a broad smile on my face as I watched Elizabeth, who had taken the bait, jump straight into the battle zone I had created.

I’m sorry to Elizabeth, but I’m a resolute and firm man when it comes to clothes.

I could guarantee that I would never think that the combination of a bright-colored dress and Emily was the best.

“Hehehe…”

The stage was set.

Now it was time for the helpers who would help the match to move.

“Emily.”

“Sera.”

Elizabeth and I simultaneously called our servants.

““Yes?””

Emily and Sera, who had been watching us from the corner as if we were pathetic, were startled when their names were mentioned and straightened their backs.

“Get ready to change clothes.”

“Get ready to help her change clothes.”

“Yes…”

“Yes…”

With that, Elizabeth and I got up from our seats and headed straight to the warehouse.

Be prepared, Elizabeth, I’ll show you who knows Emily best.

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“Ha… it was the best.”

Emily, wearing a dark green dress, showed off a calm and elegant charm, just as I had imagined.

No, she showed off a beauty of 9.5 points based on my mental target, even more than I had imagined.

I could confidently say that there was no dress that could beat this unless an OL outfit or a maid outfit appeared.

No matter how good a dress comes out, I guess 9 points would be the limit.

“The green dress wasn’t bad, was it?”

I sensed that I had won without even seeing Elizabeth’s pick, so I grinned and gently prodded Elizabeth.

“It was okay, but that’s all, I think a maid outfit would have been a better choice.”

“A maid outfit is definitely the best choice, but this match is about which of the dresses you and I picked suits her better, right?”

“It’s obvious that what I picked is better than what you picked.”

“Once Emily comes out wearing the next dress, your mind will change, you’ll say, ‘Ah, the first dress was more beautiful!’”

“Oh, that’s what you want to say, William, you better be careful not to grin like an idiot as soon as you see Emily.”

“Ha- I have the confidence to look at her with a straight face all day long.”

“You should say that after you see it with your own eyes, it’ll come back as karma, you know?”

“Tch.”

I scoffed at Elizabeth, who didn’t admit it even after seeing it.

Karma, my foot.

What’s not, is not.

“Ahem… I’ll go in.”

As I was having a fierce war of nerves with Elizabeth, Emily, who had changed her clothes, came back into the studio.

“The glasses are a little awkward… Do they look good on me?”

Emily shyly put her hands together and looked at me with her head tilted slightly.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed.

The glasses were slightly lowered, sitting on her eyes.

The collarbone was exposed, but the chest was not exposed, a perfect exposure.

The bun, shifted to the right, was slightly visible even from the front.

A comfortable atmosphere that seemed effortless, but a well-organized hairstyle that gave stability to the viewer.

The light pink blouse dress gave a fresh feeling, but it wasn’t too much, so it was refreshing but calm.

“How is it, pretty, isn’t it?”

“……”

It was frustrating, but I immediately felt it was pretty as soon as I saw it.

The feeling would have been different if the red was more intense or the pink was more vivid, but because it was a light pink, it was able to capture both the brightness and the calmness at the same time.

About 9.9 points based on my mental preference target.

If the existence of the maid outfit didn’t exist, it wouldn’t have been strange to get a perfect 10.

What’s even more annoying here is that she looks good in glasses.

Glasses have the nickname of beauty-sealing tool, but if there is an overwhelming beauty that can break through that, there is no problem at all.

“Damn it.”

I wanted to find fault with it even a little bit, but there was no part to find, so I bit my lip and hung my head.

“Hehe~”

Elizabeth, as if she had seized the opportunity, twisted one corner of her mouth upwards, leaned over slightly, and looked up at me from below with squinted eyes.

“What did our Mr. William say? Huh? Glasses are crossing the line? Bright colors are shackles? It doesn’t bring out Emily’s charm properly? But what’s the result? What has our Mr. William been looking at for 10 years?”

“……”

It wasn’t just me who was annoyed by the other person’s words, Elizabeth was pouring out ridicule like a carpet bombing.

It was so painful that the things I had confidently said were coming back as karma and stabbing my heart.

Me admitting glasses.

Me not knowing Emily…

I didn’t want to admit it.

I couldn’t admit it.

It wouldn’t have suited her if it wasn’t Emily, and if it wasn’t a dress I made.

I was fighting with a handicap, with the clothes and the model tailored to my taste.

“Stop it…”

But since I had lost, all of this was my karma for being careless, it was a pathetic excuse, and it was my own fault.

All I could do was tremble and beg the victor for mercy.

I was upset, annoyed, and frustrated.

“You confidently said, ‘I can look at her with a straight face all day long,’ but as soon as you saw her, the corners of your mouth were about to reach your ears, weren’t they?”

“Gheumeunheureugeu….”

“Then how about you declare it with your own mouth, William?”

“… What.”

“‘Glasses are the best accessory,’ you should admit what you have to admit, right?”

“Keuk…”

“Or are you saying you can’t admit it even though you said you would admit what you have to admit? Were you a man who says one thing and does another?”

“I’ll do it, I’ll just do it…”

I really didn’t want to admit it, but a promise is a promise, so I had to admit whatever the result was.

“Hmph… haa…”

I gasped and moved my lips.

I only had to say three words, but my instincts were refusing to admit that glasses were the best.

“G… Glasses… are… the best… accessory… I admit…”

“Hehe~ well done.”

Elizabeth nodded with a satisfied smile as I bit my lip with a resentful expression and recited the humiliating words.

“Keuk…”

I groaned, clenched my fists, and trembled.

I, William, will never forget today’s humiliation…