Chapter 60
Julietta blinked her big eyes as if she couldn’t understand what I was saying.
Ah, this girl isn’t a greedy person.
So, she couldn’t read the atmosphere and became Astana’s lover, but the Empress got angry.
I smiled and spoke for her in the simplest words.
"Is it a promotional model for a Gallahan clothing store?"
"What!"
Although it is said to be the ready-to-wear clothes worn by the commoners, it is a private company in Lombardy that is clearly Gallahan’s.
It was also a ready-to-wear that is becoming an issue in the Empire these days.
Opera is not an art that deals only with the nobles.
The wealthy commoners are also the main audiences of the opera.
However, the amount of salary from ready-to-wear clothes is definitely lower than others.
Julietta seemed to start turning her head quickly.
I quietly put fire on it.
"Of course, because I only heard what my father said. But the amount of sponsorship seems to be quite large..."
Julietta was seen swallowing.
"I heard that if the results are good, you can continue to sponsor."
"Long-term sponsorship..."
Julietta’s eyes are twinkling.
Perhaps Julietta was very tired of the sponsorship of the Empress that occasionally throwing out jewelry or clothes that she did not use.
It was natural that she was thirsty for more certain support.
"But Julietta is already sponsored by the Empress."
Someone said.
Just as those who are sponsored by Lombardy are not sponsored by other families.
Since ancient times, it has been customary for artists to have only one sponsorship.
It was a custom made by aristocrats who liked to spend money.
"Ah, is that so..."
I said, pretending to be regretful.
"Then it can’t be helped."
"Oh, no!"
Julietta screamed halfway.
The people around me were surprised to look back.
"Who can I talk to about sponsorship?"
You caught it.
I tried to hold back the laughter that was about to come out and pretended to think for a moment.
"Well, I don’t know. My father seems to be busy..."
Then I looked around and said.
"Oh, there you are. Clerivan!"
It wasn’t a very loud call, but Clerivan walked over like a ghost.
"What is wrong, My Lady?"
When Clerivan, who was handsome with a unique cold atmosphere, approached, the young maiden blush.
"Clerivan, here Miss. Julietta Abino she is interested in the clothing store’s promotional model."
"Yes?"
Clerivan was a little embarrassed and looked at me.
What the hell are you doing?.
We talked a few months ago about the need for a model that can change the image of ready-to-wear clothes.
I said with a very bright smile.
"That’s a public relations model! You said you’re looking for someone who can show ready-to-wear, right?"
"Ah, yes, I’m looking for it."
Fortunately, Clerivan, who recognized my words, nodded sensibly.
"I think Julietta is interested in it. Go and talk about it. I think she is particularly interested in stage costumes."
"Hoh, stage costume... Surely."
Clerivan burst into me with a moving glance contain a word of ’Are you sure Florentia!’ and said sweetly to Julietta.
"Then let’s talk over there, Miss. Abino."
"Ah, yeah..."
Julietta seemed to have already fallen in love with Clerivan’s business smile.
Julietta Abino is expected to become the best star in Lambrew Empire with a crazy villain performance in a theater performance.
With eyes full of madness and a song that seemed supportive, she immediately gained popularity and her shows sold out all the time.
Even the clothes and accessories that Julietta wears will become an Imperial Fashion.
Julietta Abino is the first commercial model that is perfect for the Gallahan clothing store.
I glanced happily at the backs of the two who walked over to the other table, still surrounded by people.
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"Schults bought another estate, didn’t it?"
"I don’t know how much land they have already bought."
"The Schultz family also prospered because they were favored by Lombardy, right?"
It was meant to make me feel better.
I haven’t even officially made my debut yet, but the aristocratic women haven’t left my side.
"The Empress must be upset for a while since the Second Prince has been recognized today."
"Will she just feel uncomfortable? It’s too bad there won’t be an Imperial Banquet for a while."
"What about the First Prince? I’m gonna have to keep my son away from the hunting grounds for a while."
"That’s right if you were to go against the First Prince’s will......."
Is this a society I’ve only heard of?
The story of the Empress, who is not present, is also told without hesitation.
People started to talk about it, maybe it’s just a general thing.
The people around me keep talking.
At first, it was nice to hear social gossip.
Now my ears were starting to hurt.
We already know that the Empress and Astana have a shitty personality.
"Miss. Florentia Lombardy"
A new voice intervened, cut through the conversation.
He was the servant of the Palace.
"Let me take Young-Ae upstairs."
In any banquet or where many people gather, so-called ’Insa’ groups are inevitable.
So the nobles like to have a quiet conversation with the host of the banquet by calling the group to a more private place, rather than a banquet hall, and it must be upstairs today.
I woke up with the envious eyes of the young people around me.
"Thank you for your warm hospitality today. Next time I officially make a debut, please take care of me."
"Oh, of course. Of course..."
"Before that, I will often at banquets!"
"We would be honored if you could show us your beautiful dress, Miss."
Leaving them behind with a smile, I followed the servant.
As I guessed, the servant who took me to the front of the room on the second floor said politely.
"Please wait a moment."
I was left in the hallway with two knights guarding the door.
It was then that I heard the approaching footsteps.
Turn around casually to see who it is.
Then looked ahead again.
Oh, why is that child coming?
"Hey."
The unfortunate voice was Astana.
Now, the 14-year-old boy grew up so well that he was closer to the stupid figure I remembered.
It’s obvious that he’s learning swordsmanship, but he’s wearing a sword for self-defense and touching it like a gangster in the neighborhood.7
I pretended not to hear and waited for the door to open.
"Hey, half."
I think he’s Belsach’s mentally twin.1
Even after a long time, my expressions were distorted by the words I heard.
"What? Your mom is just a lowly commoner, and when I call you "half" you get mad. Are you listening, half?" (It such a difficult sentence to translate, fyuhhh)
I kept looking forward and trying to ignore him.
"Oh, you don’t know I’m a scary Prince!"
Until Astana grabs me by the shoulder and turns me around.
The knights seemed to flinch at the Prince’s sudden behavior but did not intervene.
They were just watching us with a nervous face.
"Put your hand down, Your Highness."
"Huh."
I snapped coldly, and Astana smiled a really sickening grin and said.
"But now you’ve learned how to speak formally."
Maybe he was talking about the time when he stepped on his hat and bounce it.
"It’s been a long time. So let it go, right?"
"No, I don’t like that cheeky look of yours. What are you going to do, half?"
This is the Palace, what are you going to do? Holding my shoulder more and more painful, Astana’s eyes were saying so.
I hit Astana’s hand hard enough to make a sound and let go.
"That is...! A half, so what!"
I also put those words in my mouth.
I tried to avoid getting involved with Asta as much as I could with the mind of avoiding poop.
Now I felt my patience run out.
And, sratchhh.
When he grabbed my clothes roughly silk that Laurel had carefully sewn up was ripped off from the dress.
You’re dead, idiot.
I glared at Astana as hard as I could and then stepped back just as I grabbed his clothes.
Holding it tight so that he couldn’t let go of his hand that holding my clothes.
"Huh?"
Astana was seen as embarrassing and made a stupid face.
It’s too late, idiot.
I bumped my back against the door that was still closed.
Bang!
With a loud sound, the closed-door opened, and Astana and I pushed into the room.
"Tia!"
A startled voice of my father came from behind.
And kriekkk, there were several sounds of the chair being dragged.
Now that he grasped the situation, I saw Astana turning red, and the situation behind me was drawn like a drawing.
Now, then we got witnesses.
When I released Astana’s hand, I stumbled as if he had pushed me.
"This girl......!"
Astana tried to say something unfairly, but I was first.
"I remember what my grandfather said. ’Just kick it with your feet.’"
I am a good granddaughter who listens well to my grandfather.
When I approached him, I kicked Astana’s shin as hard as I could.6
"Ouch!"
Astana, who was hit without being able to escape, grabs his leg and doesn’t know what to do.
"Your... Your Majesty!"
One of the knights standing at the door came in surprise and supported him.
However, Astana swears and pushes the knight as hard as he can, and pulls out a sword in his waist.+
Sureung...
A sword raised with a sinister sound aimed at me.1
"I will kill you!"3
Astana shouted as if his eyes were completely turned away.
However, he had to stop without taking a single step.
Sureung.
Another sword that suddenly appeared was precisely aimed at him.
"If you don’t want to cut, put that sword down."
It was Perez.23
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Glossary
[1] ’Insa (인싸)’ - Korean abbreviation for inside. It means someone who is very popular in a group of people.
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