“!”
Next to a white table covered with an assortment of luxurious cotton fabrics, a flowing red dress like a light veil with a hollowed-out chest was hanging on a mannequin.
The dress, which resembled a burning wood fire, did not have a clear pattern, but it caught the eye even more.
To add emphasis, there was a pitch-black band around the waist that looked like the black aurora at dawn.
The dress, which was an appropriate combination of black and red, reminded Gabriel of a man.
'Dietrich!'
It's a dress reminiscent of Dietrich, which she happened to encounter on the streets of the capital.
Gabriel took her eyes off the dress and looked at the hostess, who was expertly accepting Hariel's words.
“How much is this dress?”
In response to Gabrielle's question, the mistress came running in front of her.
“This is not for sale because it was custom-made for a regular customer who is coming today.”
“...”
Gabriel could never give up this dress that caught her eye.
“It’s custom-made, and I want this dress.”
“Young lady, this is not for sale. A guest will be visiting soon.”
“Then, how about selling the boutique to me?”
Gabriel handed her blank check to the mistress.
“It’s as little as the price you want.”
The hostess bit her lip.
"No. Young Lady, I can't let go of the boutique I've devoted my whole life to like this...”
“Then at least hand over the dress to me. If a regular customer is looking for a dress, let me know. There was a problem with making it, so the production time would likely be longer than expected.”
The hostess was going crazy in the middle.
Soon, she is a regular at the boutique and the most demanding customer is about to walk in when suddenly a lady appears and thrusts her a blank check and tells her to hand over the dress to her.
“You don’t have to hand it over to the boutique, so just give me the dress. Because I can pay no matter how much.”
“I can’t do anything. If regular customers find out, it's a no-no. Please leave quickly.”
“Why? Who on earth is this regular customer who made this dress?”
The jingle was the moment the hostess dropped the blank check on the floor when the bell rang.
She was a slender lady wearing a white bonnet and walked into the boutique with graceful steps.
As she took off her white bonnet, her wavy pink hair, which had been hidden, tumbled down her back and revealed her face.
The woman had a lovely-looking face, with her facial features hidden beneath her pale skin.
Her blue eyes beneath her delicate eyelashes stared coldly at Gabriel.
The mistress moved closer to her as she fidgeted.
“Princess Raina!”
Raina?
Gabriel's eyes wavered at those words.
Princess Raina was Illeon's only younger sister.
When she saw Dietrich in the imperial palace, she fell in love with him and was the one who got him kicked out.
“Raina Gregrick?”
Gabriel couldn't believe what she saw and ended up saying her full name without even realizing it.
When Raina came closer to Gabriel, she slapped her hard on one of her cheeks.
Slap!
A sharp sound rang mercilessly through the boutique.
“Gabriel!”
A startled Hariel stepped forward to cover Gabriel, who had been slapped.
Gabriel cupped her left cheek with her trembling hand.
“Eclair’s status has also fallen a lot. Have you heard that this is also a guest? How dare you call a high-ranking noble’s name in vain?”
A sarcastic voice came out of Raina’s throat.
"Sorry. I made a mistake, Princess.”
Gabrielle bowed her back and quickly apologized. But Raina didn't even pretend to hear her apology and just twitched the tip of her chin.
“If you’re really sorry, kneel on the floor and beg.”
Hariel and Gabriel's complexions turned pale.
Raina twitched the corner of her mouth and sneered.
"Why? Can’t you even do this? Should I hand you over to the security right away for contempt?”
“My daughter did everything wrong. I'm sorry, Princess. Please just take a look.”
Instead of Gabriel, Hariel knelt down on her knees and begged.
Gabriel gritted his teeth inwardly.
Raina was lucky enough to be born a Princess, but she treats people like dogs.
Her pride was hurt too.
Raina glanced at the mistress, perhaps feeling better at the sight of Hariel begging her like a dog.
“Wasn’t it a rule to only accept guests with reservations? Why are you getting on my nerves by doing something you don’t normally do?”
“Princess, that’s not it, these people just came and...”
“It’s custom-made, and I want this dress.”
“Young lady, this is not for sale. A guest will be visiting soon.”
“Then, how about selling the boutique to me?”
Gabriel handed her blank check to the mistress.
“It’s as little as the price you want.”
The hostess bit her lip.
"No. Young Lady, I can't let go of the boutique I've devoted my whole life to like this...”
“Then at least hand over the dress to me. If a regular customer is looking for a dress, let me know. There was a problem with making it, so the production time would likely be longer than expected.”
The hostess was going crazy in the middle.
Soon, she is a regular at the boutique and the most demanding customer is about to walk in when suddenly a lady appears and thrusts her a blank check and tells her to hand over the dress to her.
“You don’t have to hand it over to the boutique, so just give me the dress. Because I can pay no matter how much.”
“I can’t do anything. If regular customers find out, it's a no-no. Please leave quickly.”
“Why? Who on earth is this regular customer who made this dress?”
The jingle was the moment the hostess dropped the blank check on the floor when the bell rang.
She was a slender lady wearing a white bonnet and walked into the boutique with graceful steps.
As she took off her white bonnet, her wavy pink hair, which had been hidden, tumbled down her back and revealed her face.
The woman had a lovely-looking face, with her facial features hidden beneath her pale skin.
Her blue eyes beneath her delicate eyelashes stared coldly at Gabriel.
The mistress moved closer to her as she fidgeted.
“Princess Raina!”
Raina?
Gabriel's eyes wavered at those words.
Princess Raina was Illeon's only younger sister.
When she saw Dietrich in the imperial palace, she fell in love with him and was the one who got him kicked out.
“Raina Gregrick?”
Gabriel couldn't believe what she saw and ended up saying her full name without even realizing it.
When Raina came closer to Gabriel, she slapped her hard on one of her cheeks.
Slap!
A sharp sound rang mercilessly through the boutique.
“Gabriel!”
A startled Hariel stepped forward to cover Gabriel, who had been slapped.
Gabriel cupped her left cheek with her trembling hand.
“Eclair’s status has also fallen a lot. Have you heard that this is also a guest? How dare you call a high-ranking noble’s name in vain?”
A sarcastic voice came out of Raina’s throat.
"Sorry. I made a mistake, Princess.”
Gabrielle bowed her back and quickly apologized. But Raina didn't even pretend to hear her apology and just twitched the tip of her chin.
“If you’re really sorry, kneel on the floor and beg.”
Hariel and Gabriel's complexions turned pale.
Raina twitched the corner of her mouth and sneered.
"Why? Can’t you even do this? Should I hand you over to the security right away for contempt?”
“My daughter did everything wrong. I'm sorry, Princess. Please just take a look.”
Instead of Gabriel, Hariel knelt down on her knees and begged.
Gabriel gritted his teeth inwardly.
Raina was lucky enough to be born a Princess, but she treats people like dogs.
Her pride was hurt too.
Raina glanced at the mistress, perhaps feeling better at the sight of Hariel begging her like a dog.
“Wasn’t it a rule to only accept guests with reservations? Why are you getting on my nerves by doing something you don’t normally do?”
“Princess, that’s not it, these people just came and...”
"Ha."
Raina let out a sigh.
Her blue eyes rolled around and fixed on one spot.
“Is this the dress?”
"Yes."
“Hmm.”
Raina ran her hands over the red dress hanging on the mannequin.
A satisfied smile appeared on Raina's lips as she really liked the feel of the thin, veil-like red dress in her hands.
“I like the dress, so I’m just going to close my eyes and move on just this once. If something like this happens one more time, I won’t let it go.”
“Princess. This will never happen again.”
The mistress rubbed her hands together eagerly to please Raina.
The hostess placed the dress in the luxurious box and handed it to Raina.
After handing the box to the maid who followed her, Raina turned her head slightly and asked the mistress.
“But what are their’ families?”
“They said it was the Brillion family. The Princess must have heard of it too. Brillion's Angel...”
"Ha."
Reina snorted and stomped on the blank check on the floor with her shoe.
“As expected, it was an unremarkable family.”
With those words, Raina left the boutique.
“Now get out. Don’t come here again.”
The landlady shooed away Hariel and Gabriel as coldly as she would shoo away flies.
She was humiliated and her dress was taken away before her eyes.
Gabriel vowed that she would never forget this humiliation.
***
Seliya changed her clothes into the satin dress that Dietrich had given her.
Seliya loved the white satin dress that didn't reveal her body and completely covered her collarbone.
'How is it that I feel respected as a person, even though I'm wearing the same white dress?'
Seliya looked down with a weary look on her face at the white mermaid dress that she had taken off.
The reason she didn't panic when she saw Prince Jeremy's hideously distorted face was because she knew that his insides were more distorted than what he appeared on the outside.
That moment when he was sinking his teeth into her collarbone, lusting after her, was so unpleasant.
On the other hand, it was the opposite when Dietrich buried his head in her collarbone out of nowhere.
'With this ability, it is possible to remove scars?'
Seliya was genuinely curious.
What exactly is Dietrich?
Will the day ever come when she fully knows what he is hiding from her?
'Seeing as he is telling me something little by little, it seems that Dietrich is also opening his heart to me to some extent.'
She couldn't bring out Dietrich's inner self, so Seliya sighed in frustration.
She never forgot the predatory look in his eyes, which only lasted a moment.
He is a man with eyes that look like they are going to bite off a single piece of her flesh, and who actually erases the scar on her collarbone.
'A person who is abnormal.'
Dietrich was strange.
He's annoying, but doesn't he take care of annoying things for her?
- I will dethrone the Crown Prince.
Moreover, when Dietrich says it, it really feels like it will happen.
“I hope joining hands with you was the right choice.”
Seliya muttered softly to herself.
The sunset light filtered through the high-arched window and gently enveloped Dietrich as he stood in the hallway.
Dietrich, who was standing in the hallway, stood still for a long time as he heard Seliya's low muttering to herself through the closed door.
The reason he took a step forward was when his vision captured the sight of knights in armor appearing one after another, surrounding his mansion.
The sound of Dietrich's shoes echoed quietly in the deserted hallway.
He didn't want to disappoint Seliya.
- Let me know. That way I can help you.
Seliya, walked into his mansion on her own, even though she knew she would be taken advantage of.
- Do you, like me, want the destruction of Abelon?
A voice that asked quietly, filled with sincerity.
A voice that looked directly at him and asked, if when was the last time he hid his purpose and acted foolishly?
The sight of her stealing his lips, stealing his breath, and drinking his saliva while parting her lips arbitrarily was unbearably annoying.
So, just like she did, he swallowed her lips.
He was breathing heavily and pushed Seliya, who tried to separate him, again and again.
Seliya may have realized long ago that he had the ability to heal.
Even though she knew it.
Seliya, who thought she would feel disgusted, actually said that she would give up her powers whenever necessary.
- That's why I became terminally ill.
There was no sign of self-pity on Seliya's face as she said that.
Her straight eyes and the faint traces of teeth remaining on her collarbone were incredibly annoying.
Seliya, who burst into refreshing laughter in the Emperor's blood-covered bedroom, looked relieved as if she had shaken off all the burden on her heart.
Wouldn't it have been better to kill her then?
If he hadn't known that Seliya used hyacinth scent's special ability, he wouldn't have let her into his mansion like this.
Because her superpower is...
Dietrich shook his head to shake the thought.
The first thing to do was to get rid of the things that were bothering him right away.
“It’s the government.”
When he saw the knights searching through his mansion to catch Seliya, he thought Jeremy wasn't much of a great person either.
For the first time, he met a worthy master, but he couldn't let her become the mistress of such a lowly bastard.
Dietrich grabbed the sword. The sword in his hand sparkled in the glow of the sunset.
When he came out holding his sword, the knights were startled and took his body back.
“What’s going on in my mansion?”
The knights swallowed their saliva and responded to Dietrich's low tone.
“His Royal Highness told me to bring Seliya Brillion. I heard she is at the Duke’s mansion.”
"Does not exist."
“.... Yes?"
“I said there was none. Tell them that there is no one in my mansion.”
Dietrich's words made the knights look at each other. A knight whose lips were trembling spoke.
“His Excellency Duke Gregrick said that he saw Seliya Brillion heading towards the mansion of His Excellency Duke Calypso.”
Dietrich stroked his tangled hair up and a slight sneer played on his lips.
“Duke Gregrick saw it.”
"That's right."
“So, you came here?”
“...That's right."
Dietrich said, looking at the bewildered faces of the young knights.
“Isn’t it strange to find His Highness’s mistress in my mansion in the first place?”
“..."
“You should have checked that it wasn’t there earlier. You searching my mansion again.”
The knights were unable to give any response to this extremely logical statement.
“Go and tell His Highness. In my mansion, there is no mistress of His Highness.”
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