Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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C168

After the Thanksgiving celebration, Isidor, who had spent some time down south touring the estate, returned to the capital after almost a week.

"... I want to see her face."

"Cookie. Do you want to see the princess too?"

While petting Cookie, who was tightly winding a ball of wool, he involuntarily thought of the princess's face. As if by telepathy, a bird arrived with a small note.

He opened the paper and smiled gently.

[Do you have time today?]

Isidor quickly scribbled with a pen.

[If I didn't, I would have to make time.]

After a while, a response came.

[If it's okay, I'll come play at the Visconti Duke's house.]

"You're coming here?"

Isidor, who was planning a date at the theater in the Yones district, was startled by the sudden announcement of the princess's visit.

Now that he thinks about it, it's the first time she's coming to this house.

"The last time she said goodbye at the entrance."

Isidor jumped from his seat and quickly waved the string.

"Miguel."

"Yes, sir."

Miguel tensed at Isidor's most serious expression ever.

"Get ready to welcome a guest. She is the noblest person in the Empire, so you must be incomparably more attentive than the last time the Crown Prince came. Prepare a welcome bouquet. Understood?"

"No way... Is His Majesty the Emperor or the Holy Father coming?"

"Where would they dare to come? Princess Deborah is coming."

Strictly speaking, she could be said to be the incarnation of the Saint who had the memory of the most loved being in the Empire, so it was not a simple bean pod.

(N/T: for those who forgot, this expression is used for someone who is blinded by love.)

"... Oh yes. I understand."

However, Miguel, unaware of the inner story, tried to hide his absurd expression and left the office.

Isidor rushed into the dressing room, wiping his arms covered in Cookie's hair.

After a while, he changed into his best outfit, put on glasses with a golden frame, and unbuttoned his shirt a bit.

"What do you think?"

Miguel opened his mouth with tired eyes.

"If you wanted to express the image of an intelligent master welcoming guests after being absorbed in work all day, then it's a success. The sleeve cuffs and the color of the vest are amazing."

"Have you ever made a deal with the devil? I couldn't feel your soul at all in the last words...."

While Miguel seriously contemplated the difference between a dishonest patron and a demon, they received the news that the Seymour carriage had arrived at the Visconti house.

It was the young lady, who could become the future duchess, so the servants of the Visconti family welcomed her with enthusiasm.

With the tense air flowing, Princess Deborah, dressed in a long black coat, slowly stepped out of the carriage, and the workers were very nervous about the rumors of her cold demeanor.