What a filthy and deadly world it is.
"I'm sorry, but the list is already full."
"Oh my God, how can I be so disappointed? I'm sorry, but there are so many families looking for me that I can't accept it anymore."
"Because I'm too busy..."
Is it so difficult to find a tutor? In the past few days, he has visited all the tutors in the city as well as the outskirts, but they all say that their schedules are already full and they can no longer accept them.
Cedric tried to help...
"I'm sorry, Lady Odelia can't be taught by us."
"You have to have some basic skills to teach. I don't have enough time, but I have a lot to teach, so I don't think it's possible. I'm sorry."
They all say these things in front of their faces and run away.
Odelia hung down on the couch with a very tired face. Today is also in vain.
"I'd rather find a bed on the battlefield faster."
"Did you mean humor, Odelia?"
"...Are you dissatisfied?"
"No, it's not that I'm dissatisfied... By the way, how can everyone do it without leaving a single person behind? It's not like weaving and beating."
Then, Cedric looked at Odelia with a tired face.
Odelia nodded slowly. Perhaps such words had truly been exchanged. After all, why bother teaching manners to Odelia, a butcher's daughter and old maid, just because she was hailed as a hero by people?
"What if that's the case, Odelia...?"
This naive young master stuck out his tongue, saying that he was also a nobleman, but he was afraid of the new nobles.
"What should I do? I have to push forward. Are you going to run away from the battlefield when the enemy is rushing in? The moment you peck, you lose, and the moment you run away, you die."
Just as he was talking seriously, someone slammed on the door.
"It's the beginning again!"
Perhaps because they moved into the townhouse of the city from their estates as the social season approached, there were times when young servants who were rude and ruthless would knock on the door of Odelia's townhouse and run away.
Cedric opened the door wide and went outside, and soon returned quietly. He's going to say that Odelia is raising the heat with such a thing, that if she scares the young servants wrongly, she will only avoid them.
"What are you holding, Cedric?"
"I think he was a servant of an aristocratic family, but he wore some kind of faint wig and even painted his face white. Why are the trends getting weirder and weirder? Aren't the nobles blamed their servants for being like that?"
"What did he give me?"
Cedric took out the letter from the envelope and opened it, and began to rub it as if doubting his eyes.
"Why?"
"See for yourself."
Odelia received the mail and read it.
"Dear Lady Odelia.
This Friday, I invite you to a banquet at the Grand Duke of Ortensia.
Please take a precious step and show your charm to everyone without hesitation."
"...It's a big deal, it's two days later! You don't have enough time to match the dress. Let's refuse, Odella. Moreover, the intention is transparent. It must have been sent late on purpose."
A clumsy appearance is rather a form of giving people only weaknesses.
"I'd be happy if I could go with you, but I wasn't invited. The Grand Duchess's banquet is a place where only a few can attend."
Odelia was lost in thought. Then she said she would do it.
"I want to attend."
"Odelia!'
"I'll be there."
Cedric sometimes found it difficult to keep Odelia's thoughts at bay. She seems to be cautious and then reckless, and she seems reckless but also cautious.
When he saw Odelia's eyes, he felt like something was going to happen. Even on the chaotic battlefield, if Odelia looked at him like that, he could entrust his life. He received help from Odelia many times.
No, I can't let myself be carried away! Now I have to dry Odelia.
"This is different from a battlefield!"
Odelia had a different idea. What is different from a battlefield? They bite each other like clinging and rush to tear each other.
***
As Cedric expected, the only thing people wanted from Odelia at this banquet was nothing more than the shameful outcome of her lack of refinement.
"I don't think she will come. She came from a lowly background. Can she read? On the battlefield, she learned from her father how to use a sword, so she wielded a sword, but here it's a different story."
"I see. She can't come. I heard that she couldn't find a tutor."
"If the tutors notice, will they accept her?"
All of them seem to want Odelia to know her place early on and give up. Or maybe, they want her to turn bright red, flustered and floundering, then hastily move away - something like that.
"I mean. It was an atmosphere that she shouldn't have accepted."
However, Odelia had no intention of doing so.
"Wow!"
"Oh my God!"
Everyone was surprised by the sudden interruption of the voice, and they turned around. Then the one who can be seen is none other than Odelia.
"...?Lady Odelia...!"
Everyone looked blue and said, "How did you get here?" It was a look in their eyes. The dead didn't come back alive, but everyone was so surprised. Odelia added naturally.
"Unfortunately, I know how to read and write."
"...!"
All the young girls turned bright red, and they hurriedly spread their fans to cover their faces, and each of them went their own way. Odelia scratched her hair nicely, wondering what was so boring.
Everywhere is full of eyes watching her carefully.
Although it pretends not to be, in fact, the atmosphere has changed subtly since Odelia stepped into the banquet hall. Some people looked at it as if they were setting the price of a calf to be auctioned, while others felt like the dog poop they encountered on a beautiful street.
"Is she wearing pants just now? A woman?"
"Oh my God, I don't even know if she's a man or a woman."
"She only wore bare armor on the battlefield. Maybe I should praise her for not wearing it this far."
No matter what others said. Odelia was not a person to be swept away. If she had been that kind of person, she might have already been struck by arrows on the battlefield in the evening. Odelia thought to herself and took a step.
Odelia was so tall that she felt like her head was standing taller than the others. She was probably a little taller than the average height of an adult man.
This also meant that ready-to-wear dresses that were based on the bodies of imperial ladies, such as very small and compact porcelain, would not fit.
If so, she would have to match the dress separately, but she didn't have the money to do so unless she was a high-ranking noblewoman. Odelia didn't have a husband yet, so she hadn't received the compensation properly yet.
She received a little money, but it was something she had to save for the future. Odelia was a person who did not have the sense of aesthetics or the ability to invest money in a dress.
Anyway, aside, her current outfit was a tailcoat borrowed from her colleague and friend, Cedric. Even if he is a country aristocrat, the quality of the tallcoat he brings is quite good.
Unlike Odelia, who was satisfied with her own way, the others didn't seem to be satisfied at all.
Why did everyone want to see me in a small dress that looked like I was going to burst, panting and panting, or walking around tightly?
It was a pity that she couldn't live up to their expectations, but she decided that wearing a tailcoat would be a more effective strategy to express herself rather than crumpling into clothes that didn't fit.
As the saying goes, you can tell about a person by looking at their clothes. Odelia also wanted to vaguely reveal her rebellious temperament, that she was not a person who conformed so easily.
Sure enough, the people in the banquet hall sensed Odelia's temperament and began to murder among themselves.
"Oh, Lady Odelia... Isn't that a man's clothes?"
Showing their blatant dislike, a group of leaders approached.
Contrary to her angelic and adorable appearance, Odelia had sharp eyes and a way of speaking, and they thought she was just like a cute and ferocious dog.
This woman... Ah, it must be Judith, the young lady of the Herdel family. The young lady who is a maid of honor. If anyone catches their eye, do they crush them in front of people?
Odelia didn't know what kind of sharp thing she was going to say, but it was Odelia who faced her with half expectation and half worry.
"I didn't have a dress that fit, so I borrowed it in a hurry."
"If you borrowed in a hurry..."
"Of an acquaintance."
"If it's a friend you know."
"He must be a man, after all."
"I don't know which family that friend belongs to, but it's clear he doesn't have a particularly refined aesthetic sense. Well, well. How about this instead? Next time, shall I share some of my butler's attire with you?"
Then Odelia's eyes sparkled.
"Are you saying you'll share it?"
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