Julietta's Dressing Up 28 Chapter 28. The Principality Of Bertino, Part Ix

Translator: Khan

Editor: Aelryinth

He was obviously very angry, but the reason was somehow puzzling. Feeling more angry about the maid being hit than when his esteemed daughter came in the middle of the night, the eyes of the knights who had ignored Julietta carefully turned to her in the corner.

Her hair stretched out in all directions like a broom since she was awakened from sleep, and the gla.s.ses that had been flown away and bent as she had been beaten were hanging badly on her face. Moreover, it seemed that she had slept without was.h.i.+ng and grease oozed off of her face, and she was too miserable to look at.

The knights, who persuaded themselves by force that the Prince cherished her because she did her job well, firmly decided to be careful in the future. They could not understand the Prince's tastes after keeping Jeff, who was so arrogant, at his side. Those who gave up understanding today also decided to keep silent and watch the current situation.

"Your Highness, are you mad at me for only one maid? My daughter wouldn't hit her for no reason, and even if she did, she would be of a different ident.i.ty. She looks like a commoner, but it's embarra.s.sing to see that you are so angry that a daughter of the family of Baden hit a common lady."

Killian's perfect eyebrows, which were sharply raised by the Count's words, stretched further, not knowing how high the sky was.

"What did you say now? She can hit her for no reason? And she's a commoner, so can she hit her? How dare she hit my maid? You think you can beat a maid who serves the royal family because she's a commoner? Count Baden, are you rebelling against me?"

He poured oil on the fire. He had been in the worst mood for days, but he seemed even more upset by his strangely dismissive remarks about the maid he liked. Albert looked unknowingly at the maid crushed in the corner.

'What kind of skill did she please the Prince with?'

"Your Highness, since it's late at night, why don't you go to bed and decide tomorrow what to do with Count Baden? We have to leave early in the morning, and I think the knights or the servants and maids will only sleep for a little while if they rest now."

Eventually, when Albert hinted that he wanted to go and sleep, Killian stealthily looked at Julietta and returned to the place.

"Okay. Let's stop for today. Count Baden and his family must be returned to the castle and locked up. I'm not going to let go that they looked down on me, so I'll punish them for violating my orders before I leave tomorrow and for not showing any signs of remorse for daring to hit my maid."

The Prince's words made Count Baden's heart flutter. His daughter was shaking like that, naked and s.h.i.+vering, and he belatedly noticed that the Prince was so angry that he was jumping up and down. He couldn't bear to say what was in his heart, seeing that his daughter being treated like a sinner, as if she had sinned to death for hitting a maid.

"Your Highness, forgive me. My daughter snuck into your room, just because she was so fond of you, as I said before... I think she was embarra.s.sed when she hit her. In no way, it's not because she tried to harm you or because she ignored your maid." The Count belatedly uttered an apology to settle the matter, but the Prince only snorted.

"The Count, you can be arrogant as much as you want, because you have a better ident.i.ty, t.i.tle, and power than others. But that arrogance and insolence should also go down according to a person. All the words and doing of my men are just what I say and do. But the Count and your daughter never accepted any of my words. How can I let it go, overlooking this? Why should I? There's no way it won't happen again."

At the Prince's words, Count Baden quickly pleaded, "Your Highness, just give me a chance. I will take care not to disturb your spirits with this kind of thing again. Forgive me for the foolishness of a stupid father who could not resist the pleas of a daughter who loves you."

Killian unwillingly considered the Count, who was earnestly kowtowing and appealing with overflowing, fatherly affection imitating a friendly father's image. "All right, Apologize. Then I'll forgive you one last time."

"Yes, Your Highness. I'm so sorry. This is never going to happen again…"

Killian's right hand rose as Count Baden again bent his head to apologize. "Stop! Not to me. Apologize to my maid."

"Pardon me?"

"Your daughter hit her, so ask her to apologize to my maid. Look at that. She was badly hit like that and she is in such a mess."

Killian's words brought everyone's gaze to the maid in the corner of the room. Embarra.s.sed at the gaze, Julietta unknowingly shrank back into the corner. When Killian stared at his daughter in torn clothes, regardless of the attention of the people who wanted to talk that she had originally been in such a mess, the Count protested in dismay, "Your Highness, it doesn't make sense to apologize to a maid."

The Count's voice rose like it was when he apologized, a miserable scowl on his face.

"Look, you're not reflecting on it at all. The Count's arrogance must be worse than mine. Albert, do you think I should forgive Count Baden?"

At Killian's words, Albert shook his head helplessly.

"It's a pity that Count Baden doesn't seem to appreciate your generosity. I don't think any more forgiveness means anything."

'If it doesn't go according to the master's mind anyway, the meaningless war of words won't end even after a few nights.'

Now his master was very angry at the maid being hit. Judging from his master's condition, it was clear that he would not go to bed until an apology came out of the mouth of his esteemed daughter. So, in order to go and rest quickly, Albert was politely withdrawn, as he had always done. 'You're right about anything.'

At Albert's words, the eyes of people who looked at Julietta went to the very person behind the Count.

Count Baden's daughter, Serenne, was dumbfounded and about to cry. She had been thrown and kicked by the Prince, and stood there with her clothes torn. About her regard, there were no words at all, but she was treated as if she had committed a capital crime for hitting a lowly maid?

'Why should I apologize when I only have sinned to fall in love with the Prince, and stopped the woman who tried to pull me away before achieving my purpose?'

When Serenne closed her mouth and turned her head, the Prince's eyes became more and more intense.

"The Count and his daughter don't seem to want to apologize, so there's no room for forgiveness. Take them away."

"I, I'm sorry."

As soon as the Prince's cold order was issued, words of apology, which seemed to have been squeezed out of the lips of the scruffy Serenne, came out. Even though she said she was sorry, it didn't change the Prince's expression, as if that wasn't enough, so Serenne was forced to shed tears and say sorry again to the shabby, ugly maid, "I'm so, so sorry. My hands were raised in fear of being dragged out in front of Your Highness. Forgive me."

As soon as Serenne's words were finished, a very satisfying smile came to his face. But Julietta, who had just received the apology, was at a loss what to do.

"That's great. Now that you said this would never happen again, and your daughter has apologized like this, I'll forgive you for what you've done today."

Seeing him laughing broadly as if he had done them a kindness, they hurriedly stepped down, saying goodnight to each other with the thought that they might be found fault with.