Julietta's Dressing Up 111 Chapter 111. Chartreu, Part Ix

Translator: Khan

Editor: Aelryinth

When two big men tried to sit side by side at a small outdoor table, their shoulders and arms frequently hit each other.

"Ah! Are you feeling stuffy? I think the table is very small."

Oswald sprang to his feet and, absurdly, asked Princess Kielini to forgive him. "Would you mind if I excuse you, the princess? His Highness is uncomfortable."

"Yes, it's all right. Please sit this way." Julietta knew Killian's arrogance and self-indulgence better than anyone else, and pointed to the seat next to her, feeling compa.s.sion for Oswald.

This place, where two people with blonde hair mixed with pink and yellow sat side by side, was so dazzling that it was hard to even look at them properly in the sunlight that pa.s.sed over to noon. Moreover, Killian's expression was displeased when he noticed the princess's lotus-colored out-of-the-way dress and the Marquis's purple jacket were in superb harmony.

"The Marquis, I think your legs are strong, and I think it's okay for you to stand. Isn't it rude to the princess?"

Oswald's affinity applied to anyone, regardless of age and s.e.x. The ability brought a lot of information to Killian, but he did not want the ability to be used on the woman in front of him.

"I'm fine, Your Highness. We're the only ones here, so we don't have to watch other people's eyes. I don't know how long the conversation with Your Highness will last, but it's more inconvenient for him to stand. I don't want to have such an excuse for that as the owner."

"Your heart is as beautiful as your looks. This Oswald is so touched."

"I'm just saying what's right, but I'm glad you liked it."

Killian was staring at the two people without a word, and interrupted, "Is a maid named Julietta working in the mansion of the Duke?"

Julietta was relieved by the bright appearance of the Marquis of Oswald, but she choked and kept on coughing at Killian's sudden attack.

Cough, cough, cough... "Who is it?"

"Julietta Salman. She's got stiff, brick-red hair, and she's, uh... yes, it's about the height of a princess. You look similar in body shape."

The look of kindness and politeness that the Prince had shown disappeared, but his grumpy expression that she had seen a lot in the past came back.

Julietta looked carefully at the Prince leaning over towards her. She felt a sense of deja vu, as if she had experienced this situation somewhere. Right now, it would not be surprising if the Prince stretched out his long leg and asked her for a ma.s.sage.

Julietta took a deep breath for a moment and barely answered, "No. I've never seen or heard of such a person by that name."

"That's the name you've never heard of before?"

"Yes, Your Highness. Why did you think the maid might be working in the mansion of the Duke?"

"Because this dressing shop's gla.s.s front door was the same as Julietta told me about. It was an idea that no one would think of. So as soon as I saw the door, I thought maybe Julietta was working here."

Julietta managed to open her mouth, trying to calm her fluttering heart. "Oh, you mean the front door. The front door is just something I overheard on my way to Dublin." A cold sweat fell down, making her back wet, but Julietta kept smiling.

Oswald was surprised and asked, "Was she a woman with brick-red hair?"

"Well, I don't know that. It's just from a table where there were several people sitting."

"So, there's no such person around the princess."

Julietta's face was getting hotter and hotter, but Killian nodded nonchalantly and turned to the green garden in midsummer.

The sight of Killian watching the garden at a leisurely pace made Oswald's expression strange. It was strange that the Prince, after shaking the princess's neck and ask where she heard the story, and where they went, was sitting leisurely, with no further questions.

Julietta's mind raced. Judging from the Prince's att.i.tude, he was curious about the whereabouts of the runaway maid, but she was worried about asking him what he had been curious about, as if he seemed to have stopped searching for her.

Killian glimpsed Julietta's desire to say something at the corner of his eye.

Looking at the mumbling pink lips of Julietta, he almost clicked his tongue for a moment. This was because the impeccably perfect princess's lips in front of him, and the shape of Julietta's lips, which mumbled when she didn't like the way he gave orders or hesitated to say things she wanted to say, were perfectly matched.

When he drew an ugly pair of large gla.s.ses on her white, thin face, she was the same person without a single error.

'It's pathetic that I didn't recognize her just because the color of her hair changed. If Oswald hadn't been quick to inspect the dressing shop, I would still have been guessing wrong.'

While he was distracted, if Francis had worked on her first, things would have gotten very boring. So, he felt proud of Oswald. Killian faced Oswald, who opened his eyes suspiciously and looked at him.

"The more I think about your curiosity and interference, the greater it is. I'm very confident after having someone like you as a helper."

Oswald was appalled by Killian's sudden praise and smile. "Yes?"

"The Marquis, you did a good job."

Oswald asked carefully to see Killian looking very happy, "Is the partners.h.i.+p with the princess such a big accomplishment?"

"Yes. Didn't you see the gla.s.s doors and the marvelous ornaments in the hall? I don't doubt the princess will be very helpful to our business."

"That's right, Your Highness. I really admire her idea. Both clothing and jewelry are essential luxuries, so we will be very suitable partners."

"Yes, the Marquis. That's what I think."

Oswald forgot that he was suspicious of Killian, and he began to brag excitedly. Julietta did not agree, but the two were exchanging opinions as if the conversation were already finished, and she stared at them blankly for a bit, but then protested angrily.

"Your Highness, I never agreed to work with you."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

"Ah, I thought the princess would be a great help in the new jewelry business. Then I'll have to ask you again about the situation where you got information about the gla.s.s door. I want to break away from the old mindset and introduce new things for the new jewelry store. My maid had a lot of brilliant ideas. So, if it's hard for the princess to help me, I'll have to find her."

Killian looked at Julietta as if he were serious, and ordered Oswald, "Send people as soon as you hear where the princess got the information. If we look into the owner of the place and everyone around, we'll get some clues, or we'll find out where she is."

At Killian's words, Julietta was so embarra.s.sed that she dissuaded him, "Your Highness, it's been more than a month, so it won't work."

"The princess, you don't have to worry about that part. Just tell me where she was, and I'll take care of the rest."

Julietta had an unknowing expression on her face. It was clear that he would never give up looking until she said she would help, because he could do anything he wanted to do.

'Wouldn't it be better to help out for the rest of the month until the end of the season? He can't help it if I say my health has gone bad in a month and I will go back down to the Land.'

Watching Julietta agonizing over the situation, Killian said with a smile on his face, as if he felt sorry, "I wouldn't try to find her if you helped me. I think the princess also has a lot of unique ideas. Isn't that right, Oswald?"

"That's right, Your Highness. I don't know how surprised I was when I first saw this dressing shop. You're amazing, princess!" Oswald was so excited for Julietta that he praised her.

"Well, well… thank you for thinking so," Julietta replied, being at a loss at Oswald's praise.

"You don't have to be humble. So was the sculpture in the hall, but the gla.s.s door was amazing. No matter how much you hear about it from someone, it's great that you've made it your own."

"It's so amazing, Your Highness. In a way, I think the princess will be more helpful than Julietta."