'Why, why... isn't the woman Odette?'
The woman wearing the dress quickly returned to normal just by lowering the hem of her dress.
But the man had his pants off, meaning it was difficult to quickly get his clothes off.
“Look this way!”
In addition, the man panicked and panicked so much that he fell to the floor with a thud. However, the one who was most panicked in this situation was not him.
It was Rudolph.
'Oh, how is the Count here?'
The man who had barely managed to pick up his trousers that had fallen to the floor looked, no matter how he looked at it, like Count Albrecht.
The patron who funds his newspaper, the dignified owner of the Count's house where Dolly works.
A man like that was rummaging through his trouser pockets in front of reporters, wearing only his underwear.
It was a nightmarish sight. Rudolph squeezed his eyes shut.
But whether Rudolph closed his eyes or not, the reporters were excited.
The Count, who had picked up the trousers, instead of putting them on in a hurry, searched through his pockets, which gave them the chance to take a picture.
The Count took something out of his pocket. The reporters tilted their heads at his strange behavior.
'... A ring? What are you going to do with that ring?'
The Count put on the ring and shouted loudly.
“Transparency!!!”
The reporters who had been making a fuss with that voice suddenly became dumbfounded.
'...What was that? What was that just now?'
The reporters were so shocked by the shocking action that they forgot to press the shutter. The Count seemed to have interpreted it differently.
He saw him wearing his pants very leisurely and walking slowly towards the west gate.
“Count!”
Breaking the silence, a reporter bravely grabbed the Count's arm.
“Is that woman your mistress? Since when did you start having an affair when you are known for your exemplary conduct?”
But the Count was shocked and pushed away the reporter who caught him.
“What, what is it? How can you see me? Can you see me?!”
The reporter who caught him instead became even more embarrassed by that question.
“...Yes? Of course, I can see you... Did you really shout "transparent” just now because you wanted to become transparent?”
The already quiet foreign garden was now even more solemn. Rudolph now felt as if he wished that any bird in the garden would cry just a little.
It was then that a reporter working for the Brentano newspaper burst into laughter.
“Poohahahaha! Transparency! Puhahahahaha!”
It was a burst of laughter that was so loud it felt refreshing.
He was a reporter for the Brentano newspaper. He was also the nephew of the current Duke of Brentano.
With the downfall of the Brentano family, the Brentano newspaper, which had been highly praised as the empire's leading newspaper, was on the verge of bankruptcy.
The collateral branches that had occupied the lower ranks of the nobility and had been running sound businesses in their own right lost money, authority, and honor one after another. As a result, he ended up making a living as a reporter even though he was the nephew of the Duke.
It meant that he really, really hated Count Albrecht.
“Transparency... Ugh, ugh. Transparency, huuuuu.”
The man was almost sobbing. It was as if he was letting out all the grudges of his life at this moment, and his laughter was cathartic.
It was at that moment that the Count's face turned red with humiliation. With a bang! The door opened again.
Dolly appeared.
“...Rudolph? Why did you bring the reporters here so quickly?”
At the gate, the reporters were seen before the Count or Madame Becker. Moreover, Dolly had never imagined that there would be two people inside.
She hasn't done anything else since she left with Karl. So she should still have plenty of time until 10 o'clock.
But Rudolph arrived before her.
'Why did you change your plans without even consulting me?'
Dolly frowned and asked back.
“You were supposed to call in the reporters after 10 o’clock, right?”
And those words reached the ears of everyone present so that hasty question was the worst mistake of all.
In the meantime, Karl, who had been standing behind Dolly, had already disappeared, but Dolly did not notice it.
"Vanessa.
I have something important to discuss with you. Come straight to the foreign garden."
When the Count gives urgent orders, he uses a red brooch.
The handwriting on the parchment was strangely clumsy, but Mrs. Becker didn't notice.
She was so excited and nervous that she could guess what the 'important story' was going to be about.
'A foreign garden? How did they open the door to that precious place?'
In such a romantic place, there was only one thing to talk about. The Count must have noticed her pregnancy.
'Because I had morning sickness a few days ago.'
Even Mrs. Becker herself had only recently realized that she was pregnant. She was touched by the fact that her lover, whom she had always thought of as dull, had prepared such a delicate conversation.
So she also prepared a small gift for the Count.
The Count had declared that it would be difficult to obtain, but it ended up in Mrs. Becker's hands.
Upon arriving at the foreign garden, the Count was seen sleeping under the pergola.
While waiting for the Count to wake up, she drank some water because she was hot, and soon she was intoxicated by the splendid and unique atmosphere and woke the Count up to seduce him. But then suddenly the reporters barged in.
And what Dolly just said.
'...This whole nightmare situation was planned by Dolly and Rudolph?'
The Count also seemed to have come to a realization.
“That fucking bitch-”
Because he threw the ring away and glared at Dolly with a devil-like face.
'Yes. Did Count also tell you that the ring's function was to make him invisible?'
The Count looked like he wanted to strangle Dolly at any moment, but he couldn't do that because the reporters kept taking pictures of him.
“Count! Please speak! Is the person next to you your lover?”
“I remember her as the Countess’s maid! Does the Countess know about this?”
In the end, the Count ran away alone in a hurry with a red and blue face.
'You're leaving me alone like this?'
Mrs. Becker, left alone, was embarrassed.
“Wait, Count?”
Although she called out to him sadly, the Count did not even look back and just walked out the west gate.
Mrs. Becker's hair was disheveled, her well-applied makeup was smudged, and she was left here in a dirty dress.
All alone, in this humiliating situation.
“Oh my. I feel bad for that woman.”
“If we’re going to talk about embarrassing things, isn’t it more embarrassing for women? He said you were a gentleman, but he's really a pathetic person.”
It was as if he had seen how easily the Count could abandon her. She was filled with misery.
But that anger could not be directed at the Count.
'...I was just about to confess to him that I was pregnant and make him happy...'
Now she was in a position where she could never be abandoned. Mrs. Becker, who could not blame the child's father, glared at Dolly.
'Damn Dolly. How dare you, the head maid, lure me into a trap like this? Are you trying to stop me from becoming a Countess?'
She could guess why Dolly did this. It must have been out of loyalty to the Countess.
'Well, Dolly was originally a loyal dog to the madam, right? It was all an act to try to look good to me, and it was clear that she was always looking for an opportunity to screw me over.'
I should have noticed when Dolly snuck a pair of diamond earrings onto my nightstand!
Mrs. Becker thought that it would be bad to act cruelly as soon as she took power, and that was the cause of her trouble because she tried to cover up the incident.
Mrs. Becker's lips trembled with anger at being hit in the back of the head, and rather than being happy about the existence of her unborn child, she was anxious that the Count might abandon her forever.
In her eyes, she saw the object she had brought.
This was something she bought today at the request of the Duke of Brentano. It was a gift prepared for the Count.
“This bad thing...!”
Mrs. Becker grabbed the object and ran towards Dolly, who was looking dumbfounded.
She stuffed the object she had intended to hand over to the Count down Dolly's neck, who was still dumbfounded.
It was an ancient gladiator's choker.
The woman wearing the dress quickly returned to normal just by lowering the hem of her dress.
But the man had his pants off, meaning it was difficult to quickly get his clothes off.
“Look this way!”
In addition, the man panicked and panicked so much that he fell to the floor with a thud. However, the one who was most panicked in this situation was not him.
It was Rudolph.
'Oh, how is the Count here?'
The man who had barely managed to pick up his trousers that had fallen to the floor looked, no matter how he looked at it, like Count Albrecht.
The patron who funds his newspaper, the dignified owner of the Count's house where Dolly works.
A man like that was rummaging through his trouser pockets in front of reporters, wearing only his underwear.
It was a nightmarish sight. Rudolph squeezed his eyes shut.
But whether Rudolph closed his eyes or not, the reporters were excited.
The Count, who had picked up the trousers, instead of putting them on in a hurry, searched through his pockets, which gave them the chance to take a picture.
The Count took something out of his pocket. The reporters tilted their heads at his strange behavior.
'... A ring? What are you going to do with that ring?'
The Count put on the ring and shouted loudly.
“Transparency!!!”
The reporters who had been making a fuss with that voice suddenly became dumbfounded.
'...What was that? What was that just now?'
The reporters were so shocked by the shocking action that they forgot to press the shutter. The Count seemed to have interpreted it differently.
He saw him wearing his pants very leisurely and walking slowly towards the west gate.
“Count!”
Breaking the silence, a reporter bravely grabbed the Count's arm.
“Is that woman your mistress? Since when did you start having an affair when you are known for your exemplary conduct?”
But the Count was shocked and pushed away the reporter who caught him.
“What, what is it? How can you see me? Can you see me?!”
The reporter who caught him instead became even more embarrassed by that question.
“...Yes? Of course, I can see you... Did you really shout "transparent” just now because you wanted to become transparent?”
The already quiet foreign garden was now even more solemn. Rudolph now felt as if he wished that any bird in the garden would cry just a little.
It was then that a reporter working for the Brentano newspaper burst into laughter.
“Poohahahaha! Transparency! Puhahahahaha!”
It was a burst of laughter that was so loud it felt refreshing.
He was a reporter for the Brentano newspaper. He was also the nephew of the current Duke of Brentano.
With the downfall of the Brentano family, the Brentano newspaper, which had been highly praised as the empire's leading newspaper, was on the verge of bankruptcy.
The collateral branches that had occupied the lower ranks of the nobility and had been running sound businesses in their own right lost money, authority, and honor one after another. As a result, he ended up making a living as a reporter even though he was the nephew of the Duke.
It meant that he really, really hated Count Albrecht.
“Transparency... Ugh, ugh. Transparency, huuuuu.”
The man was almost sobbing. It was as if he was letting out all the grudges of his life at this moment, and his laughter was cathartic.
It was at that moment that the Count's face turned red with humiliation. With a bang! The door opened again.
Dolly appeared.
“...Rudolph? Why did you bring the reporters here so quickly?”
At the gate, the reporters were seen before the Count or Madame Becker. Moreover, Dolly had never imagined that there would be two people inside.
She hasn't done anything else since she left with Karl. So she should still have plenty of time until 10 o'clock.
But Rudolph arrived before her.
'Why did you change your plans without even consulting me?'
Dolly frowned and asked back.
“You were supposed to call in the reporters after 10 o’clock, right?”
And those words reached the ears of everyone present so that hasty question was the worst mistake of all.
In the meantime, Karl, who had been standing behind Dolly, had already disappeared, but Dolly did not notice it.
***
"Vanessa.
I have something important to discuss with you. Come straight to the foreign garden."
When the Count gives urgent orders, he uses a red brooch.
The handwriting on the parchment was strangely clumsy, but Mrs. Becker didn't notice.
She was so excited and nervous that she could guess what the 'important story' was going to be about.
'A foreign garden? How did they open the door to that precious place?'
In such a romantic place, there was only one thing to talk about. The Count must have noticed her pregnancy.
'Because I had morning sickness a few days ago.'
Even Mrs. Becker herself had only recently realized that she was pregnant. She was touched by the fact that her lover, whom she had always thought of as dull, had prepared such a delicate conversation.
So she also prepared a small gift for the Count.
The Count had declared that it would be difficult to obtain, but it ended up in Mrs. Becker's hands.
Upon arriving at the foreign garden, the Count was seen sleeping under the pergola.
While waiting for the Count to wake up, she drank some water because she was hot, and soon she was intoxicated by the splendid and unique atmosphere and woke the Count up to seduce him. But then suddenly the reporters barged in.
And what Dolly just said.
'...This whole nightmare situation was planned by Dolly and Rudolph?'
The Count also seemed to have come to a realization.
“That fucking bitch-”
Because he threw the ring away and glared at Dolly with a devil-like face.
'Yes. Did Count also tell you that the ring's function was to make him invisible?'
The Count looked like he wanted to strangle Dolly at any moment, but he couldn't do that because the reporters kept taking pictures of him.
“Count! Please speak! Is the person next to you your lover?”
“I remember her as the Countess’s maid! Does the Countess know about this?”
In the end, the Count ran away alone in a hurry with a red and blue face.
'You're leaving me alone like this?'
Mrs. Becker, left alone, was embarrassed.
“Wait, Count?”
Although she called out to him sadly, the Count did not even look back and just walked out the west gate.
Mrs. Becker's hair was disheveled, her well-applied makeup was smudged, and she was left here in a dirty dress.
All alone, in this humiliating situation.
“Oh my. I feel bad for that woman.”
“If we’re going to talk about embarrassing things, isn’t it more embarrassing for women? He said you were a gentleman, but he's really a pathetic person.”
It was as if he had seen how easily the Count could abandon her. She was filled with misery.
But that anger could not be directed at the Count.
'...I was just about to confess to him that I was pregnant and make him happy...'
Now she was in a position where she could never be abandoned. Mrs. Becker, who could not blame the child's father, glared at Dolly.
'Damn Dolly. How dare you, the head maid, lure me into a trap like this? Are you trying to stop me from becoming a Countess?'
She could guess why Dolly did this. It must have been out of loyalty to the Countess.
'Well, Dolly was originally a loyal dog to the madam, right? It was all an act to try to look good to me, and it was clear that she was always looking for an opportunity to screw me over.'
I should have noticed when Dolly snuck a pair of diamond earrings onto my nightstand!
Mrs. Becker thought that it would be bad to act cruelly as soon as she took power, and that was the cause of her trouble because she tried to cover up the incident.
Mrs. Becker's lips trembled with anger at being hit in the back of the head, and rather than being happy about the existence of her unborn child, she was anxious that the Count might abandon her forever.
In her eyes, she saw the object she had brought.
This was something she bought today at the request of the Duke of Brentano. It was a gift prepared for the Count.
“This bad thing...!”
Mrs. Becker grabbed the object and ran towards Dolly, who was looking dumbfounded.
She stuffed the object she had intended to hand over to the Count down Dolly's neck, who was still dumbfounded.
It was an ancient gladiator's choker.
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