On the first day, their training took place at an opera house. This decision was made because, to participate in the conversations of the nobles at the banquet, they had to share their interests.
However, it seemed like Emily, not Killian, should be receiving the behavioral correction.
She was already restless with boredom, even though the opera had only just begun. Killian, on the other hand, was accustomed to opera.
In fact, he owned one of only two theaters in the capital city of Portua, each with over 3,000 seats. He had seen countless performances and was very close with the actors.
'What a disgrace.'
Emily, who had first talked to him about the show, was so amazed by his erudition that she didn't speak to him any further.
Moreover, her interest in the performance had cooled down, so she moved the opera glasses offstage and watched people doing other things.
At that sight, Killian leaned his upper body towards Emily and spoke.
“Is the opera boring?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Emily let out a soft scream, dropping what she was holding. Fortunately, the heroine's solo was in full swing, so the sound was drowned out.
“Here it is.”
Killian picked up the opera glasses instead.
"Thank you."
Emily tried to look proud as she accepted the gift and answered Killian's question.
“I would have appreciated it if you had told me in advance that you own this theater and that you are an expert on this type of culture.”
“It’s such a well-known fact that I didn’t feel the need to mention it.”
“Yes, thanks to you, I was embarrassed.”
Emily rolled her eyes at Killian, who was still laughing at what she was saying.
“How long are you going to laugh like that?”
Was I smiling? Killian, touching his lips, realized that the corners of his mouth were indeed upturned, just as Emily had said.
“Well, as a token of my apology, I’d like to introduce you to Roger Goldwyn.”
“Huh? You know Roger Goldwyn?”
As Killian had predicted, Emily's expression brightened at the mention of him. He was handsome and a talented actor, a top-tier actor in the Van Cent entertainment industry who was currently at the peak of his popularity.
“Do you have paper and a pen?”
“Are you looking for his autograph?”
Killian had a displeased expression on his face, as if he didn't like something, but he changed his mind when he saw Emily's expectant expression.
And then he had Giovanni, who was nearby, hand him some paper and a pen.
"Thank you."
This time, seemingly thrilled to see a male actor, Emily pulled out a hand mirror and checked her hair and makeup. Killian, watching from the side, rested his fist on his cheek and continued to enjoy the performance with a pouty expression.
No matter how much he thought about it, it felt like he brought it up for no reason.
Finally, after a very long performance for Emily, the two headed to the actors' dressing room to meet Roger Goldwyn as promised.
“I’ll bring him out right away.”
At Killian's appearance, the manager hurried to call Roger. Emily brushed away the wrinkles in her dress until he arrived.
“Do I look okay?”
Only then did Killian take a closer look at Emily. Her voluminous hair was pulled up, revealing a slender neck, and her slightly downturned, elegantly framed her slender yet angular jawline.
Her dress was made of luxurious green silk, the skirt adorned with layers of sheer, flowing lace. The sleeves were also made of the same sheer fabric as the skirt.
Killian could think of countless words to praise her, but he could only manage to utter one.
“There is nothing to find fault with.”
"Thank you."
As they talked, the manager moved quickly, and soon Roger appeared.
“I heard you were looking for me.”
Roger was a handsome man with thick, distinct eyebrows and blue eyes that shone intelligently beneath them.
His stubborn mouth and slightly protruding chin, which seemed as stubborn as his pride, also served as attractive elements.
A blush spread across Emily's cheeks as she looked at Roger up close.
“Long time no see, Roger.”
Killian called him by his name quite familiarly, as if his words about their friendship were not a lie.
“How have you been?”
Roger also greeted him warmly.
“If I am correct, is the lady next to you Madame Starr?”
"Yes, that's right."
Emily nodded without even meeting his eyes, answering. Killian felt uneasy at her shyness, something he had never seen before, even in front of him.
A promise is a promise... Killian sighed and opened his mouth.
“My wife wants a signature from you...”
“My maid!”
Emily quickly interrupted Killian.
“My maid is a fan of yours, so she wanted to get your autograph instead.”
It was considered extremely impertinent for a married lady to ask a male actor for his autograph. Emily silently pressured Killian to remain silent as she pulled a piece of paper from her bag.
“Here.”
Roger handed Emily a pen and paper.
“What is the maid’s name?”
Emily glanced at Killian and answered in a low voice, perhaps embarrassed.
“...Emily.”
Ha, Killian let out a hollow laugh as if it was absurd.
“Your Grace, your heart is more like an angel than your appearance.”
Roger, oblivious to this, handed over the autograph with a charming smile. Emily's face flushed, and her chin dropped.
"Thank you."
Emily said goodbye to Roger, holding the piece of paper carefully in her arms. Her steps as she left the theater felt lighter than ever.
“Aren’t you hungry? While we’re at it, should we eat out?”
Perhaps it was simply because he had made it so easy for her to get the famous Roger's autograph, but for some reason, Emily felt a sudden surge of connection to him.
“Or so it is.”
Killian answered indifferently, but Emily, in a good mood, didn't really mind his tone.
Emily headed to the nearby Lionel's restaurant.
It was a popular restaurant not only among celebrities but also among the nobility, to the point that even the famous actress Annabel Shore is said to have often enjoyed dining here.
“I could talk for an hour at a palace party, just about having a meal here.”
Emily confidently led Killian into the restaurant, even humming a tune.
“Have you made a reservation?”
The staff checked the list at the entrance and asked.
“I didn’t make a reservation, but is there any space available?”
"Yes, I'm sorry, but we won't be accepting reservations for those without reservations... Come on in! Killian. We'll have your seat ready for you shortly."
The manager, who had been kicking out customers who came to the restaurant without a reservation, rushed inside as soon as he saw Killian's face.
Emily looked at Killian in confusion.
“Do you happen to own this place too?”
In fact, the 3rd district of Portua, where his theater was located, was no different from the Starr family's stronghold.
The people here all knew Killian, and they both feared and respected him. It was thanks to the Starr family's protection that they could freely engage in business.
Thanks to this, robbers and gangsters couldn't enter and operate in District 3 without permission. The saying that the mafia was better than the police originated here.
“I’ve only been here a few times.”
"How many times? Judging by the manager's attitude, it seems like you've been here ten thousand times."
Killian shrugged instead of answering.
Emily, feeling defeated, followed the waiter to her seat. Killian followed, suppressing a laugh. He felt like he'd be scolded again for laughing.
“Then please take your time looking at the menu, and then call me.”
The waiter who handed them the menus waited at a distance that was just enough to not be intimidating.
“Do you have any menu recommendations?”
Since it had come to this, Emily handed over the menu selection to Killian.
“I haven’t been here many times, so you choose.”
Emily had only been there once. But she was embarrassed to say it, so she read the menu with a serious look.
'Yes, this is it!'
After a while, Emily confidently pointed to one menu item.
“Shall we just have a six-course lunch?”
It was a simple decision that took a lot of thought.
"Great."
After she's ordered everything with Killian's consent, the aperitif arrived. The first sip relieved her fatigue and whetted her appetite.
“What was your life like when you were young?”
If Daniel had been on good terms with his father, Killian, in the original, information about him wouldn't have been so superficial.
"It was just normal. My parents passed away early, so I worked in a leather factory, rented a small room in a slum, and that was it."
"...Yes."
It might not have been ordinary by Emily's standards, but it was commonplace for ordinary people. She knew it, so she tried to react calmly.
Meanwhile, foie gras and salmon were served as appetizers. Killian ate his food with impeccable etiquette.
“I’ve been wanting to ask this for a while now. Where did you learn such etiquette?”
“Am I wrong?”
“No, because it’s flawless.”
"That's fortunate. There's someone among the members who's of noble birth. I learned from him."
A mafia of noble birth. Emily's eyes widened slightly at the intriguing story.
“Is he from a family I should know?”
“This is the Clive family.”
“Hmm, that’s a family I’m not familiar with.”
She cut the food with an embarrassed face.
“Greetings, Killian.”
As Emily opened her mouth to take a bite, someone came up to Killian and said hello.
Oh, Killian's face hardened.
However, it seemed like Emily, not Killian, should be receiving the behavioral correction.
She was already restless with boredom, even though the opera had only just begun. Killian, on the other hand, was accustomed to opera.
In fact, he owned one of only two theaters in the capital city of Portua, each with over 3,000 seats. He had seen countless performances and was very close with the actors.
'What a disgrace.'
Emily, who had first talked to him about the show, was so amazed by his erudition that she didn't speak to him any further.
Moreover, her interest in the performance had cooled down, so she moved the opera glasses offstage and watched people doing other things.
At that sight, Killian leaned his upper body towards Emily and spoke.
“Is the opera boring?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Emily let out a soft scream, dropping what she was holding. Fortunately, the heroine's solo was in full swing, so the sound was drowned out.
“Here it is.”
Killian picked up the opera glasses instead.
"Thank you."
Emily tried to look proud as she accepted the gift and answered Killian's question.
“I would have appreciated it if you had told me in advance that you own this theater and that you are an expert on this type of culture.”
“It’s such a well-known fact that I didn’t feel the need to mention it.”
“Yes, thanks to you, I was embarrassed.”
Emily rolled her eyes at Killian, who was still laughing at what she was saying.
“How long are you going to laugh like that?”
Was I smiling? Killian, touching his lips, realized that the corners of his mouth were indeed upturned, just as Emily had said.
“Well, as a token of my apology, I’d like to introduce you to Roger Goldwyn.”
“Huh? You know Roger Goldwyn?”
As Killian had predicted, Emily's expression brightened at the mention of him. He was handsome and a talented actor, a top-tier actor in the Van Cent entertainment industry who was currently at the peak of his popularity.
“Do you have paper and a pen?”
“Are you looking for his autograph?”
Killian had a displeased expression on his face, as if he didn't like something, but he changed his mind when he saw Emily's expectant expression.
And then he had Giovanni, who was nearby, hand him some paper and a pen.
"Thank you."
This time, seemingly thrilled to see a male actor, Emily pulled out a hand mirror and checked her hair and makeup. Killian, watching from the side, rested his fist on his cheek and continued to enjoy the performance with a pouty expression.
No matter how much he thought about it, it felt like he brought it up for no reason.
Finally, after a very long performance for Emily, the two headed to the actors' dressing room to meet Roger Goldwyn as promised.
“I’ll bring him out right away.”
At Killian's appearance, the manager hurried to call Roger. Emily brushed away the wrinkles in her dress until he arrived.
“Do I look okay?”
Only then did Killian take a closer look at Emily. Her voluminous hair was pulled up, revealing a slender neck, and her slightly downturned, elegantly framed her slender yet angular jawline.
Her dress was made of luxurious green silk, the skirt adorned with layers of sheer, flowing lace. The sleeves were also made of the same sheer fabric as the skirt.
Killian could think of countless words to praise her, but he could only manage to utter one.
“There is nothing to find fault with.”
"Thank you."
As they talked, the manager moved quickly, and soon Roger appeared.
“I heard you were looking for me.”
Roger was a handsome man with thick, distinct eyebrows and blue eyes that shone intelligently beneath them.
His stubborn mouth and slightly protruding chin, which seemed as stubborn as his pride, also served as attractive elements.
A blush spread across Emily's cheeks as she looked at Roger up close.
“Long time no see, Roger.”
Killian called him by his name quite familiarly, as if his words about their friendship were not a lie.
“How have you been?”
Roger also greeted him warmly.
“If I am correct, is the lady next to you Madame Starr?”
"Yes, that's right."
Emily nodded without even meeting his eyes, answering. Killian felt uneasy at her shyness, something he had never seen before, even in front of him.
A promise is a promise... Killian sighed and opened his mouth.
“My wife wants a signature from you...”
“My maid!”
Emily quickly interrupted Killian.
“My maid is a fan of yours, so she wanted to get your autograph instead.”
It was considered extremely impertinent for a married lady to ask a male actor for his autograph. Emily silently pressured Killian to remain silent as she pulled a piece of paper from her bag.
“Here.”
Roger handed Emily a pen and paper.
“What is the maid’s name?”
Emily glanced at Killian and answered in a low voice, perhaps embarrassed.
“...Emily.”
Ha, Killian let out a hollow laugh as if it was absurd.
“Your Grace, your heart is more like an angel than your appearance.”
Roger, oblivious to this, handed over the autograph with a charming smile. Emily's face flushed, and her chin dropped.
"Thank you."
Emily said goodbye to Roger, holding the piece of paper carefully in her arms. Her steps as she left the theater felt lighter than ever.
“Aren’t you hungry? While we’re at it, should we eat out?”
Perhaps it was simply because he had made it so easy for her to get the famous Roger's autograph, but for some reason, Emily felt a sudden surge of connection to him.
“Or so it is.”
Killian answered indifferently, but Emily, in a good mood, didn't really mind his tone.
Emily headed to the nearby Lionel's restaurant.
It was a popular restaurant not only among celebrities but also among the nobility, to the point that even the famous actress Annabel Shore is said to have often enjoyed dining here.
“I could talk for an hour at a palace party, just about having a meal here.”
Emily confidently led Killian into the restaurant, even humming a tune.
“Have you made a reservation?”
The staff checked the list at the entrance and asked.
“I didn’t make a reservation, but is there any space available?”
"Yes, I'm sorry, but we won't be accepting reservations for those without reservations... Come on in! Killian. We'll have your seat ready for you shortly."
The manager, who had been kicking out customers who came to the restaurant without a reservation, rushed inside as soon as he saw Killian's face.
Emily looked at Killian in confusion.
“Do you happen to own this place too?”
In fact, the 3rd district of Portua, where his theater was located, was no different from the Starr family's stronghold.
The people here all knew Killian, and they both feared and respected him. It was thanks to the Starr family's protection that they could freely engage in business.
Thanks to this, robbers and gangsters couldn't enter and operate in District 3 without permission. The saying that the mafia was better than the police originated here.
“I’ve only been here a few times.”
"How many times? Judging by the manager's attitude, it seems like you've been here ten thousand times."
Killian shrugged instead of answering.
Emily, feeling defeated, followed the waiter to her seat. Killian followed, suppressing a laugh. He felt like he'd be scolded again for laughing.
“Then please take your time looking at the menu, and then call me.”
The waiter who handed them the menus waited at a distance that was just enough to not be intimidating.
“Do you have any menu recommendations?”
Since it had come to this, Emily handed over the menu selection to Killian.
“I haven’t been here many times, so you choose.”
Emily had only been there once. But she was embarrassed to say it, so she read the menu with a serious look.
'Yes, this is it!'
After a while, Emily confidently pointed to one menu item.
“Shall we just have a six-course lunch?”
It was a simple decision that took a lot of thought.
"Great."
After she's ordered everything with Killian's consent, the aperitif arrived. The first sip relieved her fatigue and whetted her appetite.
“What was your life like when you were young?”
Emily thought he couldn't possibly be an ordinary commoner, given his mastery of etiquette. At the very least, he must be the son of a very wealthy merchant.
"It was just normal. My parents passed away early, so I worked in a leather factory, rented a small room in a slum, and that was it."
"...Yes."
It might not have been ordinary by Emily's standards, but it was commonplace for ordinary people. She knew it, so she tried to react calmly.
Meanwhile, foie gras and salmon were served as appetizers. Killian ate his food with impeccable etiquette.
“I’ve been wanting to ask this for a while now. Where did you learn such etiquette?”
“Am I wrong?”
“No, because it’s flawless.”
"That's fortunate. There's someone among the members who's of noble birth. I learned from him."
A mafia of noble birth. Emily's eyes widened slightly at the intriguing story.
“Is he from a family I should know?”
“This is the Clive family.”
“Hmm, that’s a family I’m not familiar with.”
She cut the food with an embarrassed face.
“Greetings, Killian.”
As Emily opened her mouth to take a bite, someone came up to Killian and said hello.
Oh, Killian's face hardened.
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