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C37

As Max ran as if chased by his thoughts, he stopped in front of her house. Usually he would have checked beforehand if his teacher was there, but he just focused on getting to her room quickly. When he finally arrived on the terrace in front of her room, Max realized that the room was empty.

'Where did she go?'

When he was intently looking for Juvellian, he felt someone coming closer.

'Who is it?'

It was different from her light, feathery steps. Rather, the steps were more ...crude. Just before the door opened, Max quickly hid himself.

"What kind of clothes will you choose this time?"

"Well, I was thinking of wearing the one with frills."

"That's a good choice. Wouldn't it suit your beauty?"

"Well, I hope so. Still, I'm envious, I wish I could go shopping on the arcade with the Lady." Max was able to guess where was Juvellian from the maids' conversation.

'She's in arcade street...'

'I haven't even ordered clothes yet, why am I so tired?'

I was so tired that I closed my eyes tightly and opened them. Just a few months ago, it was my own exercise to chase Mikhail around, but now I'm home every day, so I'm really out of stamina.

'I'm going to take a good walk from now on.'

I entered a famous dress shop of the capital with that determination.

"Oh, I see you are here too." I heard someone's voice, but I ignored it, pretending it wasn't me. Then someone stopped in front of me.

"I guess the princess came out to shop too?" I scanned her face.

'Well, I don't know who it is.' (tn:savage)

However, as much as she knows me, if I tell her I doesn't know who she is, she might be offended. So, I accepted her words.

"Yes, did you come out to see the clothes?"

"Yes, is there any other reason you came to the seamstress?"

"Oh, of course I came to look for clothes. Then I'll excuse myself."

When I was about to pass her by to see the clothes but... "Hah, it's really sad."

I glanced at her and saw her staring straight at me. The words just before seemed to have been pronounced for me.

"Yes?"

She said, as if waiting for my answer. "Because the princess is very delicate, I don't think she'll look good in it. It's really unfortunate what the fashion is and how it makes us wear uncomfortable and unsuitable clothes..." At first glance, it seemed insulting, but it made sense.

'It's definitely uncomfortable.'

The latest fashion was the Robe "a la Française". It was composed of a gorgeous upper dress and a generous puffed skirt to draw attention to the chest. It was, of course, very pretty, but also very cumbersome. Originally, I was going to dress according to the fashion. But when I thought about it, I thought I should give it some more consideration.

'Thanks to her, I realized something good.'

Whatever the intention was, I felt grateful for her useful advice. I opened my mouth with a smile on my face.

"Thank you for your advice. I'll think about it carefully and order clothes that look good on me." In my words she nodded with a wobbly face, as it seemed she wasn't expecting this kind of reaction.