TVTLQ - Chapter 40
The Villainess Wants To Live Quietly
"Is that true?"
"Yes. So it's very confusing right now. The two most famous men in the empire are fighting over the Princess of Montrose."
It was a love triangle that occurred at Estelle's birthday banquet yesterday. Calix danced with Estelle, and Prince Rexed got jealous and dragged him out to the balcony?
"It has not been revealed what was said as His Highness the Crown Prince's guard was guarding the front of the balcony, but the nobles who witnessed it at the time say that something loud was heard."
"Loud?"
"Yes. So it seems like there is a rumor going around that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Duke Altemir had a fight."
I think it showed the fiery battle of nerves between two men over a woman, which was the highlight of the original. It wasn't surprising that the two fought over Estelle. That was a natural development considering the original work.
What I noticed more than that was the fact that the original work was progressing perfectly.
'Really. Mr. Dominic was not Calix.'
Even after confirming that, the doubts that were still lingering in the back of my mind seemed to have finally been completely washed away. At the same time, I felt responsible. I don't know, but I feel an obligation to somehow compensate Dominic for the humiliation of being suspected of being the male lead by me.
"I must succeed."
That day, I truly thought that I wanted to create a company that would surpass Alter Trading Company
***
Blanc Dentz, who runs the empire's best men's clothing tailor shop, had a very special regular customer This customer's name is Liam Montrose.
He, who is also the current Duke of Montrose, was a supporter and major customer of Dentz. He has supported Dentz for over ten years, starting from the day it opened its first store in the capital.
Everyone who ran a men's clothing store in the capital envied this blessed man. It is said that he succeeded by asking for a rich sponsor. So, would Blanc have been happy with this good luck?
"Yes. Then two winter coats, three suits, three indoor coats, one hunting suit, and one ballgown. Is there a total of ten suits?"
The drawing room of the Empire's historic Duke of Montrose. The person sitting at the head of the table nodded. Blanc wrote something in his notebook. Then he asked with a bright expression.
"Alluring colors will be popular this winter. Soft shades of red, like trees with autumn leaves, are especially popular. Since you have two coats, how about using one in a soft red color?"
"No. One in black. Make the other one navy blue."
The Duke of Montrose cut his proposal down with a single sword. Blanc slumped his shoulders. However, he did not give up and proposed again.
"Yes. I will. Then, Duke, how about a checkered suit? Adding a light check pattern to dark blue fabric will give you a sophisticated yet youthful look. Attach a chain to it and connect it to the pocket...."
"Dentz."
"Yes, Duke."
"Isn't there a design that was originally made? Just do it."
"All right."
Blanc, whose opinion was ignored, answered in a weak voice. After that, he occasionally expressed his opinion, but it was the same. After completing the measurements, Blanc quietly packed his luggage.
But then, there was someone who opened the door to the living room and came in.
"Father, are you here?"
She was a woman like a little drop. It seems like she will make a rattling sound if she moves one step at a time. Blanc looked at her in fascination for a moment.
However, he was startled by the cold gaze of the knight who came next and quickly looked down. The Duke of Montrose, who had always had a stern expression, smiled broadly when he saw her.
"Estelle, welcome. Is class over already?"
Estelle had been taking etiquette classes from Madame Aylett ever since she came to the Duke's residence. Regardless of her upbringing, she had natural beauty, but she did not have elegance, so the Duke, who was concerned about her, gave her this name.
Estelle smiled cutely at the Duke's question.
"The weather was so nice today that I finished class early."
It was Estelle who begged her to finish class, but she said so.
"It would be a really nice day to go on a picnic."
She, who shines just by existing, had the right to do that. In fact, the Duke didn't criticize her other than smiling and shaking his head as if he couldn't help it.
'This Young Lady is the famous Princess Montrose.'
Blanc, who was staring at them blankly, suddenly thought. Unlike the middle-aged Duke, she Is a young woman, so maybe she will listen to his opinion.
"Princess."
Blanc, filled with hope, gathered courage and stepped forward. Derek, Estelle's escort knight, rolled his eyes, but could not back down.
He said, quickly taking out his sketchbook.
"Would you like to hear my opinion on the Duke's winter season clothing? I can present the best desin suitable for him."
"Hmm."
Estelle tilted her head cutely. It was an attitude that seemed like she wasn't very interested. Anyway, since no one told him not to do it, Blanc continued.
"The Duke suits soft and warm colors rather than vivid and strong colors. If I make a suit out of red fabric mixed with maroon, It will definitely look great on him. So..."
"Excuse me."
"Yes! Princess. Tell me!"
"I'm curious, did my father want that?"
Blanc blinked. Did the Duke want it?
No. He only asks for clothes that fit the customs and rules. Only stereotypical clothes do not allow one to feel a sense of improvement or accomplishment as a clothesmaker.
When Blanc couldn't answer. Estelle smiled like an angel.
"Isn't it your job to make clothes the way the owner wants?"
The owner and that. This is clearly class-dividing language. But there was nothing to refute. In any case, he was in a position to receive money from the Duke and had an obligation to make clothes as the Duke wanted.
"I'm sorry."
In the end, he came out of the parlor as if he had been kicked out. As he was about to leave in the carriage, the Duke's aide approached him.
He said, handing Blanc a heavy pouch.
"This is a donation for this season."
The word was a donation, but it was a threat to prevent other work from being accepted.
"Be careful what you say and do in front of the Duke."
He didn't even forget to warn Blanc. Blanc thought as he looked at the money bag in the returning carriage.
This money bag is ruining him. When he first settled in the capital after graduating from the Academy, a spokesman for the Duke of Montrose came to visit him. The reason was that the Duke highly valued Blanc's talent and wanted to support him.
Blanc, who was running out of money to open a store, took the Duke's hand. It was definitely good at first. All he had to do was receive sponsorship and make the clothes the Duke wanted. Moreover, since the opponent was a high-ranking nobleman, he greatly contributed to the rise of Dentz's reputation. Because who wore his clothes revealed the status of the dressmaker.
However, as the days passed, various restrictions emerged. He was unable to make clothes for anyone other than the Duke of Montrose. Until now, he still occasionally received requests through reservations whenever he had free time, but the Duke's interference became more and more severe.
The Duke did not want others to wear the clothes he wore. However, Blanc was not allowed to express his creative desires.
This wasn't the life he wanted. He wanted to be free. He wanted to feel rewarded by making clothes with the design he wanted.
Dentz's reputation was growing day by day, but his self-esteem was falling day by day. But how can one escape from the Duke of Montrose?
If Blanc hates the Duke, he might have to close the store and leave.
"It would be a good idea to think about my suggestion until then. Take your time and think about it. Of course, I made this suggestion with confidence."
Why, at this moment, do the words of that young woman come to mind?
Blanc returned to the dressmaker and opened the desk drawer. The already completed gloves were neatly packaged. It is the result of work filled with the spirit of challenge that he wanted. The promised date to deliver the goods is tomorrow.
Blanc's eyes, looking at the gloves, flashed as if he had decided on something.
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