“Where are my clothes?”

“Your outfit? It was soaking, so I sent it for laundry.”

“What…? So what am I supposed to wear…”

As my eyes widened in shock, Closet snapped her fingers, and two maids emerged from the powder room.

Startled, I hunched over, covering my chest.

Closet reassured me with a smile, crossing her legs leisurely.

“Don’t worry. Melda and my personal maids are completely loyal to me. No matter how much Klaus interrogates them, our secret won’t be leaked.”

In the maids’ hands were elegant green dresses I had never seen before.

Melda, too, maintained her usual stern expression in front of them.

I stared at them in disbelief, then looked anxiously at Closet.

Closet grinned as if to confirm my thoughts.

“What are those dresses?”

“It’s really just a coincidence. I had ordered a dress for you too when I was having the formal attire made, just in case. Who knew you’d be wearing it so soon.”

What had she planned for the future…?

I shook my head in dismay.
“Can’t you just bring me servant’s clothes?”

Despite Roselia’s plea, Closet playfully shook her index finger in disapproval.

“Servant’s clothes in my room? And Jucid is probably lurking outside like a starved lioness. Just stay quietly disguised as a woman for today. It’s strange to call it a disguise since you’re originally a woman, but… anyway.”

As Closet clapped her hands, Melda and another maid approached Roselia with a determined look.

“Eh?”

Before Roselia could protest, she was whisked away by the maids and quickly changed into the dress.

Now dressed, Roselia stood awkwardly in front of Closet, her makeup done by the swift hands of Melda and the other maid.

Melda, looking dissatisfied, commented, “If we had more time, we could have perfected your disguise even more.”

But, I am a woman…

Closet, on the other hand, was beaming as if she had received the best birthday present, clasping her hands together in excitement.

“Roselia, you look so pretty!”

At Closet’s compliment, Roselia awkwardly scratched her forehead in a slightly stiff posture.

The green dress with sparkling gold decorations, specially ordered by Closet for Roselia, suited her perfectly.

Closet, examining a golden wig with a serious expression, made Roselia break into a cold sweat.

“Why gold…?”

“Right? I should order a long black wig instead.”

That’s not what I meant…

Overwhelmed by Closet’s serious response, Roselia felt even more uncomfortable.

“I’ll just wear this one.”

Resigned, Roselia slouched her shoulders, and the waiting maids helped her put on the wig.

It was a high-quality golden wig, far superior to the one Roselia had found in Algrisia Village.

The gold hair, along with her green eyes, created an incredibly feminine and elegant ambiance. Paired with the updo and hairband, she looked like a regal lady.

Closet, watching her transformation with delight, exclaimed, “Roselia, you look amazing with blonde hair!”

Roselia felt an uneasy premonition for the future, seeing the fanatic excitement on Closet’s face.

Then, Closet held something in front of Roselia’s face – the green peacock feather eye mask.

“It’s clear… This mask has its true owner.”

Closet fitted the mask on Roselia’s face, nodding in satisfaction.

Roselia, momentarily mesmerized, stared at her reflection in the mirror.

There she was, a captivating woman wearing an alluring eye mask, her green eyes shimmering behind it.

The green mask, adorned with gold embroidery, matched her dress as if they were made as a set.

Below it, her lips, enhanced by the maids, were like ripened fruit, shining enticingly.

Thus, Roselia unintentionally became the mysterious beauty of the masquerade ball.

Having finally shaken off the clingy Belmont Viscount, Klaus casually scanned the crowd for Antonio.
Due to the effective disguise of the mask, Klaus couldn’t find him anywhere in the ballroom.

Suddenly, he noticed that Closet was also nowhere to be seen, which made him scan the surroundings with curiosity.

During his search, he caught sight of Closet and a woman in a green dress descending from the second-floor parlor.