“Klaus also entered the palace that day, didn’t he? Did you happen to run into him?”
The little one is quite perceptive.
Roselia nodded reluctantly.
“What did that cold-blooded man say? His temperament worsens, especially in matters related to Ivelionne, no, the Princess.”
“Clozet!”
Clozet’s nanny, Melda, shrieked from the side.
Undeterred, Clozet continued with a nonchalant expression.
“If he says anything, just use my name. Say you met the Princess on my errand.”
Having already boldly proclaimed to Klaus’s face that she would use the Princess to repay her debts, Roselia suddenly regretted her words.
She could have worded it more tactfully, but provoked by Klaus’s aggressive response, she ended up using a topic that would irk him.
If it hadn’t been Klaus there, she might have been arrested for insulting the Princess.
Sigh… I really need to control my temper…
“Forget what’s passed, Antonio. You should think about cleaning up what’s already stepped in.”
Despite his youth, he’s remarkably quick-witted…
Roselia looked at Clozet with a newfound admiration.
Unperturbed by her gaze, Clozet simply sipped her tea with an aloof expression.
That’s when Melda, who was setting up snacks, cautiously spoke up.
“Clozet, you remember we have to go for fitting your debutante dress today, right?”
“Ah… Melda. Can’t I just wear anything?”
“Don’t be absurd! It’s your first debutante ball, Clozet!”
“Phew…”
As Clozet sighed, Roselia couldn’t help but marvel at her young ward’s maturity and presence.
Come to think of it, Clozet’s debutante ball was less than a month away.
Unlike most girls her age, who would eagerly look forward to the event, Clozet didn’t seem to have much interest in it.
Truth be told, Roselia felt the same way.
Growing up neglected in the Baron’s house, she never got to have her own debutante ball, but she never felt sorry for herself or envied other noble ladies.
After all, a debutante ball, which was ostensibly about entering society, was essentially about presenting oneself in the marriage market. For Roselia, who had no interest in marriage, it was simply…
“Bothersome.”
Yes, it seemed nothing more than a bothersome affair.
It was unexpected that Clozet, a high noble, shared the same sentiment.
“How can you say that! It’s the debutante ball of the Duke of Baltazar’s daughter! I bet all the young heirs in society are eagerly waiting for it!”
“What if I end up with someone like Klaus?”
Clozet’s grumbling response made Melda tilt her head in confusion.
“Shouldn’t that be a welcome thing?”
Both Clozet and Roselia grimaced at Melda’s innocent reply.
As they looked at her strangely, Melda shrugged, not understanding their reaction.
“Anyway, it seems the butler hasn’t yet decided on a concept for the party.”
“Weren’t they talking about that party concept since half a year ago?”
“Exactly! They’ve been planning it for half a year… While they seem to have sorted out the basic party food and setting, they still haven’t decided on the most important part – the party’s theme.”
Melda sighed deeply, and Clozet responded as if she was hearing about someone else’s problems.
“Why not just have it without a concept?”
Melda gasped and stood up in shock at Clozet’s nonchalant suggestion.
“How can you say that! Have you forgotten the last debutante ball of the Belmont lady?”
“I don’t remember much… I spent the whole day sneezing.”
The Belmont family, having a standing as grand as the Duke of Baltazar’s, was briefly mentioned in the original novel. They had decorated their building with so many flowers that it looked like a forest.
The Belmont lady supposedly made a grand entrance like a fairy of flowers.
Of course, Clozet, who has a severe pollen allergy, suffered a lot that day…
Considering the frequency of parties in social circles, the scions of prominent noble families preferred to have themed parties rather than ordinary ones.
Having spent over a month close to Clozet, Roselia knew that beneath her prickly and haughty exterior, she was a surprisingly down-to-earth and deep girl. Roselia wanted to support her, but she also worried about Clozet’s future in the unforgiving social circles. Thus, she decided to offer a small helping hand.
“How about a masquerade ball?”
At that moment, both Melda and Clozet turned their attention to Roselia.
Initially puzzled, Melda soon shook her head, disapproving of the suggestion.
“Masquerade balls are too outdated. They went out of fashion over ten years ago.”
Roselia smiled gently at Melda’s blunt response and continued.
“That would be the case for a Lugbelzet-style masquerade ball.”
A Lugbelzet-style masquerade involved wearing masks that covered the entire face with only the eyes visible. It was briefly popular due to the mystery of not being able to identify or recognize the attendees, but the trend quickly faded.
However, what Roselia suggested was the soon-to-be-trending Raphellios-style masquerade ball.
“Are you aware of the masks that are becoming popular in the Western Empire and other countries on the Western continent?”
The Villainous Demon Lord Laid an Egg for Her (Female-Dominated)
Several months after transmigrating into a book, Yu Wu found herself facing the demon lord Li You, who could no longer conceal his dragon horns. With one hand on her aching waist and the other gripping a sharp sword, she stared at him.
The demon lord’s eyes were red with fury:
“This is all your doing! Today, I won’t rest until I kill you!”
Yu Wu rubbed her temples. Putting aside the taboo against bloodshed during pregnancy, wasn’t it this very man who willingly walked into her trap that day?!
Warnings:
- Male pregnancy.
- Height ratios are set to mirror typical male-female height proportions.
- Characters include a foot-loving demon lord and an eldest daughter from an immortal family’s concubine lineage.
