Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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The debutante was the official debut stage for young noblewomen coming of age, and it was also an event that opened the door to Thanksgiving Day.

During Thanksgiving Day, a large-scale hunting competition and dance were held at the Imperial Palace, attended by people from all walks of life, starting with local lords.

The debutantes, one by one, were presented, and the connections they built at that moment would continue to exert their influence in the future.

There was no better stage than this for young women who wanted to successfully integrate into aristocratic society, but in my case, there were so many surnames to remember that my head was about to explode.

Ugh.

That's not all.

What kind of bastard has so much pretentiousness.

I trembled as I looked at the label detailing the angle of flexion and the movement of lifting the skirt.

"Being of nobility is not always good."

While memorizing the complicated imperial family tree with my hands on my head, I jumped when I heard that the dance teacher had arrived.

Since I was about to have my debutante, my father invited a lady who was said to master social etiquette and a famous dance teacher.

The young aristocrats had already learned to dance, but the problem was that, during the debutante, there were many eyes watching.

"There are many nobles looking for partners for their children."

Before their debutante, young women perfect their dancing skills by checking for bad habits in their movements.

"Still, dancing is fun compared to memorizing names with four or five syllables."

With astonishing talent for body language, I mimicked the teacher's movements like a photocopier.

"In — was a perfect move. Princess."

While the dance teacher spat out compliments from her mouth, she clapped until her hands dried and wore out.

"One of the best people I've taught... Ah!"

Duke Seymour suddenly appeared while I was learning to dance in the practice room of the annex.

"Don't worry, continue the class."

He stood to the side of the wall, crossed his arms, and the teacher continued the class while sweating as if she were in the rain.

"In — saying this because she's my daughter, but she is very good at dancing."

"The princess dances nobly and beautifully like a swan. If she even practices preparing with her partner, she will get the most attention on the dance floor."

"If she practices with her partner?"

"It's a social dance, so having a partner to practice with will help her improve her skills."

"She already dances well enough, what more practice does she need?"

"No, of course not, Du —."

"...Ah, God, I can't learn to dance again."

The Du —, who was standing there with an unsatisfied face while muttering something under his breath, approached me as soon as the lesson ended.

"Let's take a walk for some fresh air."

"Yes."

I went out with him to the garden outside the annex.

"Deborah, did you get what you wanted at the Marquisate of Baslein?"