The anniversary of the founding of the Vancent Empire is approaching.
Because National Foundation Day is the biggest holiday in the country, the whole city was engulfed in a festive atmosphere for several days before.
The Starr family was also invited to the palace party, and Emily was busy preparing costumes.
The Starr couple's costumes were designed by Thierry Roesteau, who had tailored their outfits for the last palace ball.
“Excuse me, could you please raise your arm a little more?”
Thierry personally measured Killian's body, and his partner, Cassili, measured Emily's body.
“The Marchioness seems to have lost weight compared to before.”
Thierry said, looking at the size chart Cassili had written.
“Is that so?”
Indeed, it was understandable that she would lose weight. Even after returning from Sinope, Emily continued training with Cezanne. It was natural that she would lose weight with such intense physical training, but Killian didn't think so.
'I should check with Payne to see if there are any health problems.'
Killian glanced at Emily's slender figure with concern.
“Please stand comfortably, ma’am.”
Now, Cassili was testing various fabrics under Emily's face.
“I like this transparent sky blue color.”
Cassili shook her head as Emily fiddled with the fabric.
“But I heard that the concept of this ball was a masquerade ball.”
Emily asked, puzzled by those words.
“A masquerade ball? I guess the theme changed without me knowing?”
"There's someone among us who handles prom-related administrative matters. We just heard about it."
Cassili tried on a glossy purple fabric.
“This kind of sparkly fabric is perfect for a masquerade ball.”
Once she had chosen the fabric, the next step was a breeze.
“I’m going to make a really nice pleat in the middle in a different color and attach a little pearl button.”
Cassili, who was choosing fabrics in different colors, stopped.
“Wouldn’t a silk button be better than a pearl button...?”
“I like buttons in the same color as the fabric.”
“As expected, the Marchioness has a keen eye.”
Next to her, Thierry was also trying to elicit the best reaction from Killian.
“Your Grace, how about tailoring your clothes with this dark gray fabric?”
But Killian's reaction wasn't particularly good.
“Why don’t you use fabrics of a similar color to my wife’s?”
"Masquerades are relatively free from the constraints of having to match partners' colors. I think this charcoal color suits you, Marquis."
Emily also added her words.
"That fabric is really luxurious and stylish. I think it would suit you, just like Thierry said."
“I think it would be nice to wear this purple cravat there.”
“It suits you uniquely.”
"The purple color with a hint of turquoise can be a focal point without being awkward. Even if you don't show it off in a tacky way, it still looks like a couple looking with your wife."
Only after the last explanation was added did Killian finish choosing the fabric, satisfied.
“Thank you both for your hard work.”
Before the designers left, Emily also gave them a small gift to show her gratitude for the clothes.
Thierry and Cassili smiled broadly.
“Don’t worry, my lady. It will be a very special dress.”
Killian handed Emily the morning paper.
“The article was published.”
Emily looked surprised when she received the newspaper from him.
The article was full of good stories about Toto's carrot cake as well as the Sinope estate.
“They wrote a really good article... You didn’t put pressure on the newspaper, did you?”
Emily laughed as if it were a joke, but Killian felt a pang of guilt inside. He'd just sent them carrot cake to feed their children.
'I don't know if anyone in the organization added anything.'
“Thanks to you, many tourists will come to Sinope.”
Emily put down the newspaper she'd finished reading and spread cream cheese on her bagel. Killian glanced at her and opened his mouth.
“The carrot cake we brought into Delina is also selling well.”
“Have you started selling it already?”
“Yes, would you like to go?”
“Of course! If you go there today, can I follow you?”
Killian nodded with an indifferent expression.
“Get ready and come down later.”
Emily threw down the bagel she had only taken a bite of and went straight upstairs.
At that moment, Roxy was tidying up her room.
“Roxy! Please prepare some outdoor clothes.”
“Where are you going?”
“To Delina House!”
“You’re not going alone, are you?”
Roxy asked with a worried expression.
“No, the Marquis decided to go too.”
“Then I’ll prepare it right away.”
Emily, who had finished getting dressed with Roxy's help, hurried downstairs, afraid that Killian would be waiting.
“You don’t have to come so quickly.”
Killian, neatly dressed in a light black shirt, grabbed Emily's arm as she ran down the stairs.
“I think you’ll have to wait a long time.”
Emily smiled and climbed into the carriage, escorted by his escort. It had been a long time since she had gone out into the city with Killian.
“What are you doing in Delina?”
Killian hesitated for a moment at Emily's question. Should he honestly tell her he needed to go to headquarters, or should he ask her if there was anywhere she wanted to go?
“Is there anywhere you want to go?”
“No, I was just asking. I’m going to play cards there for the first time in a while.”
In fact, Killian knew Emily would do that and sent a telegram to that semi-noble, either Teddy or Teddy Bear, asking her to come to Delina.
Teddy, Emily's first card game member in Delina, was often summoned like this, simply because Emily enjoyed playing cards with him.
“Oh my, how come I see you every time I come here?”
Because of this, he was misunderstood by Emily as a gambling addict.
“Then stay there while I take care of business. I’ll come pick you up when I’m done.”
"Great."
Emily was excited at the thought of having some fun outside for the first time in a while.
When Emily and Killian arrived at the club, the manager who had been contacted in advance came out to greet them.
“Welcome, I’ve been waiting.”
“I’m thirsty, so bring me a drink first.”
“Yes, I will prepare it for you as soon as I show you the seat.”
The manager, who was taking Emily and Killian up to the VIP room on the second floor, stopped for a moment, as if he was flustered.
Because he could hear Knox and Chambers arguing inside.
Chambers handed Knox a black elastic mask.
“Do I have to wear this and complete my mission today?”
"Because your identity won't be revealed. I need to make sure the size is right, so try it on."
“Yes, just give it to me.”
Knox took the mask with a disgusted look on his face and forced it onto his head.
“How are you?”
“I’ve lost my sense of distance. My breathing seems a bit faster, too.”
“You’re frowning. Your face is bigger than I thought.”
“Is that so? Did I have a big head?”
“Take it off quickly.”
"Yes."
Knox forced himself to take off his mask again.
As Knox was about to return it to Chambers, he suddenly grabbed him by the collar when he saw the words written on the mask wrapper.
“Hey! This is for 10-year-olds, you 10-year-old!”
“That was cheaper.”
"You fucking idiot, you call that a thing? Be honest! Are you trying to screw me over?"
“No way.”
“It makes me even more angry when you respond calmly like that!”
When their shouts could be heard outside, the manager finally pushed open the door.
“Both of you, stop fighting now. Killian and Madam are here.”
Killian was slowly tapping the handle of his cane with his fingertips.
Knox and Chambers, who knew what weapons were inside that staff, forced smiles and put their arms around each other.
“I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about when we're fighting.”
"That's true. You can't tell the difference between fighting and making friends. You're crazy."
Regardless of whether the manager gave them a disapproving look or not, they quickly sat Killian and Emily down on the sofa and took a seat across from them.
“Then I’ll bring you a drink.”
The manager swallowed a sigh and went out.
As soon as he left, Knox started talking to Emily in a sarcastic tone.
“Madam! I heard you met Pete, too.”
“Yes, he helped me a lot this time.”
"Hmm, he's not any closer to you than I am, are you? I told you I was close to Madam, but you didn't believe me."
At those words, Killian spoke in a low voice.
“Why should you be friends with my wife?”
Chambers quickly turned his head, sensing something in Killian's seething expression.
"Madam! I tried that carrot cake myself. It was delicious. It's the best-selling dessert at Delina these days."
Emily smiled brightly at Chambers' words.
“That’s fortunate. I didn’t know it would be such a huge success.”
"Oh! Is that carrot cake you made, Madam? I was wondering why you were suddenly selling it here."
Everyone stared at Knox's nonsense, dumbfounded. Chambers, standing next to him, sighed deeply and opened his mouth.
“No, they’re selling it as ‘Toto’s Carrot Cake Made with Sinope’s Specialty’.”
“Oh! Is that so?”
“I know it’s a bit odd to ask this now, but can you read?”
“I know how to read, but I don’t want to bother.”
Listening to Knox's answer, Killian felt like he wanted to cut out a part of his past.
This was the part where he received lessons in aristocratic etiquette.
'You're saying such nonsense. You're not helping my relationship with Emily at all.'
Because National Foundation Day is the biggest holiday in the country, the whole city was engulfed in a festive atmosphere for several days before.
The Starr family was also invited to the palace party, and Emily was busy preparing costumes.
The Starr couple's costumes were designed by Thierry Roesteau, who had tailored their outfits for the last palace ball.
“Excuse me, could you please raise your arm a little more?”
Thierry personally measured Killian's body, and his partner, Cassili, measured Emily's body.
“The Marchioness seems to have lost weight compared to before.”
Thierry said, looking at the size chart Cassili had written.
“Is that so?”
Indeed, it was understandable that she would lose weight. Even after returning from Sinope, Emily continued training with Cezanne. It was natural that she would lose weight with such intense physical training, but Killian didn't think so.
'I should check with Payne to see if there are any health problems.'
Killian glanced at Emily's slender figure with concern.
“Please stand comfortably, ma’am.”
Now, Cassili was testing various fabrics under Emily's face.
“I like this transparent sky blue color.”
Cassili shook her head as Emily fiddled with the fabric.
“But I heard that the concept of this ball was a masquerade ball.”
Emily asked, puzzled by those words.
“A masquerade ball? I guess the theme changed without me knowing?”
"There's someone among us who handles prom-related administrative matters. We just heard about it."
Cassili tried on a glossy purple fabric.
“This kind of sparkly fabric is perfect for a masquerade ball.”
Once she had chosen the fabric, the next step was a breeze.
“I’m going to make a really nice pleat in the middle in a different color and attach a little pearl button.”
Cassili, who was choosing fabrics in different colors, stopped.
“Wouldn’t a silk button be better than a pearl button...?”
“I like buttons in the same color as the fabric.”
“As expected, the Marchioness has a keen eye.”
Next to her, Thierry was also trying to elicit the best reaction from Killian.
“Your Grace, how about tailoring your clothes with this dark gray fabric?”
But Killian's reaction wasn't particularly good.
“Why don’t you use fabrics of a similar color to my wife’s?”
"Masquerades are relatively free from the constraints of having to match partners' colors. I think this charcoal color suits you, Marquis."
Emily also added her words.
"That fabric is really luxurious and stylish. I think it would suit you, just like Thierry said."
“I think it would be nice to wear this purple cravat there.”
“It suits you uniquely.”
"The purple color with a hint of turquoise can be a focal point without being awkward. Even if you don't show it off in a tacky way, it still looks like a couple looking with your wife."
Only after the last explanation was added did Killian finish choosing the fabric, satisfied.
“Thank you both for your hard work.”
Before the designers left, Emily also gave them a small gift to show her gratitude for the clothes.
Thierry and Cassili smiled broadly.
“Don’t worry, my lady. It will be a very special dress.”
***
Killian handed Emily the morning paper.
“The article was published.”
Emily looked surprised when she received the newspaper from him.
The article was full of good stories about Toto's carrot cake as well as the Sinope estate.
“They wrote a really good article... You didn’t put pressure on the newspaper, did you?”
Emily laughed as if it were a joke, but Killian felt a pang of guilt inside. He'd just sent them carrot cake to feed their children.
'I don't know if anyone in the organization added anything.'
“Thanks to you, many tourists will come to Sinope.”
Emily put down the newspaper she'd finished reading and spread cream cheese on her bagel. Killian glanced at her and opened his mouth.
“The carrot cake we brought into Delina is also selling well.”
“Have you started selling it already?”
“Yes, would you like to go?”
“Of course! If you go there today, can I follow you?”
Killian nodded with an indifferent expression.
“Get ready and come down later.”
Emily threw down the bagel she had only taken a bite of and went straight upstairs.
At that moment, Roxy was tidying up her room.
“Roxy! Please prepare some outdoor clothes.”
“Where are you going?”
“To Delina House!”
“You’re not going alone, are you?”
Roxy asked with a worried expression.
“No, the Marquis decided to go too.”
“Then I’ll prepare it right away.”
Emily, who had finished getting dressed with Roxy's help, hurried downstairs, afraid that Killian would be waiting.
“You don’t have to come so quickly.”
Killian, neatly dressed in a light black shirt, grabbed Emily's arm as she ran down the stairs.
“I think you’ll have to wait a long time.”
Emily smiled and climbed into the carriage, escorted by his escort. It had been a long time since she had gone out into the city with Killian.
“What are you doing in Delina?”
Killian hesitated for a moment at Emily's question. Should he honestly tell her he needed to go to headquarters, or should he ask her if there was anywhere she wanted to go?
“Is there anywhere you want to go?”
“No, I was just asking. I’m going to play cards there for the first time in a while.”
In fact, Killian knew Emily would do that and sent a telegram to that semi-noble, either Teddy or Teddy Bear, asking her to come to Delina.
Teddy, Emily's first card game member in Delina, was often summoned like this, simply because Emily enjoyed playing cards with him.
“Oh my, how come I see you every time I come here?”
Because of this, he was misunderstood by Emily as a gambling addict.
“Then stay there while I take care of business. I’ll come pick you up when I’m done.”
"Great."
Emily was excited at the thought of having some fun outside for the first time in a while.
When Emily and Killian arrived at the club, the manager who had been contacted in advance came out to greet them.
“Welcome, I’ve been waiting.”
“I’m thirsty, so bring me a drink first.”
“Yes, I will prepare it for you as soon as I show you the seat.”
The manager, who was taking Emily and Killian up to the VIP room on the second floor, stopped for a moment, as if he was flustered.
Because he could hear Knox and Chambers arguing inside.
Chambers handed Knox a black elastic mask.
“Do I have to wear this and complete my mission today?”
"Because your identity won't be revealed. I need to make sure the size is right, so try it on."
“Yes, just give it to me.”
Knox took the mask with a disgusted look on his face and forced it onto his head.
“How are you?”
“I’ve lost my sense of distance. My breathing seems a bit faster, too.”
“You’re frowning. Your face is bigger than I thought.”
“Is that so? Did I have a big head?”
“Take it off quickly.”
"Yes."
Knox forced himself to take off his mask again.
As Knox was about to return it to Chambers, he suddenly grabbed him by the collar when he saw the words written on the mask wrapper.
“Hey! This is for 10-year-olds, you 10-year-old!”
“That was cheaper.”
"You fucking idiot, you call that a thing? Be honest! Are you trying to screw me over?"
“No way.”
“It makes me even more angry when you respond calmly like that!”
When their shouts could be heard outside, the manager finally pushed open the door.
“Both of you, stop fighting now. Killian and Madam are here.”
Killian was slowly tapping the handle of his cane with his fingertips.
Knox and Chambers, who knew what weapons were inside that staff, forced smiles and put their arms around each other.
“I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about when we're fighting.”
"That's true. You can't tell the difference between fighting and making friends. You're crazy."
Regardless of whether the manager gave them a disapproving look or not, they quickly sat Killian and Emily down on the sofa and took a seat across from them.
“Then I’ll bring you a drink.”
The manager swallowed a sigh and went out.
As soon as he left, Knox started talking to Emily in a sarcastic tone.
“Madam! I heard you met Pete, too.”
“Yes, he helped me a lot this time.”
"Hmm, he's not any closer to you than I am, are you? I told you I was close to Madam, but you didn't believe me."
At those words, Killian spoke in a low voice.
“Why should you be friends with my wife?”
Chambers quickly turned his head, sensing something in Killian's seething expression.
"Madam! I tried that carrot cake myself. It was delicious. It's the best-selling dessert at Delina these days."
Emily smiled brightly at Chambers' words.
“That’s fortunate. I didn’t know it would be such a huge success.”
"Oh! Is that carrot cake you made, Madam? I was wondering why you were suddenly selling it here."
Everyone stared at Knox's nonsense, dumbfounded. Chambers, standing next to him, sighed deeply and opened his mouth.
“No, they’re selling it as ‘Toto’s Carrot Cake Made with Sinope’s Specialty’.”
“Oh! Is that so?”
“I know it’s a bit odd to ask this now, but can you read?”
“I know how to read, but I don’t want to bother.”
Listening to Knox's answer, Killian felt like he wanted to cut out a part of his past.
This was the part where he received lessons in aristocratic etiquette.
'You're saying such nonsense. You're not helping my relationship with Emily at all.'
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