At the mention of having bought it, Marblean flinched.

“Looks like there’s a vulnerability somewhere.”

She’s the top designer in the capital; could it be that she lacks money?

When I looked at Kashar with a sly look, he shrugged his shoulders.

“Did you threaten her or something?”

“Well, yes. I pleaded for her to buy it. Ohoho.”

Marblean awkwardly forced a smile.

“Marblean helped me because Lady Marblean messed up a few businesses.”

As it turned out, Marblean seemed to be interested in businesses other than design.

She had invested a large sum in a trading business but ended up ruining everything. A ship crossing the sea was swept away by a typhoon, and everything went under.

“I’ll make only your dress during the remaining time.”

It was a firm, if not reassuring, statement.

Although this content wasn’t in the original work, since the plot had changed, there was no reason for the surrounding circumstances not to change.

“Come to think of it, canceling all the commissions was for this reason.”

Thanks to that, the long-awaited customers all wore disappointed expressions.

“Well, luckily. I guess we can make three dresses.”

Sylphia breathed a sigh of relief as if she was reassured.

For the week-long party, at least three dresses were needed.

‘Since the main event is held for three days. I can’t wear the same dress every time.’

Perhaps Kashar expected that I would be invited to this party this time.

“Then I’ll measure the size.”

An assistant tailor approached me with a tape measure.

Arms, waist, chest, and even finger joint sizes were measured without exception.

‘Even though these people are making only mine.’

Even if people stuck to me, I doubted if three handmade party dresses would be produced.

I asked Kashar so that only he could hear.

“Can three dresses be made in a week?”

“If you put in money, materials, and labor, it’s possible.”

That’s right.

The world was revolving around these three factors.

Marblean, who was caught up with Kashar, added to his words.

“Of course. I’ll do my best to make you shine as a Lunatier.”

Lunatier.

The highest-ranking lady selected at the founding festival. If chosen, one could gain both high reputation and connections at once.

In the original work, Lunatier was undoubtedly Elsias.

‘Not this year, but next year.’

Becoming Lunatier brought benefits not only to oneself.

Everything she wore, from dresses and jewelry to shoes, received attention.

So, it was an important position for the designer too.

“I will definitely make the best dress to make you stand out.”

Marblean was determined.

To return to her private shop, she had to repay a huge debt.

‘She’s staking her life on it.’

To become a Lunatier, an attention-grabbing dress was essential, but that alone wouldn’t be enough for recognition.

Elegance, character, beauty, and wit.

The place where everything was evaluated was none other than the founding festival.
It was doubtful whether it would go as the designer intended.

“Bring not three but five dresses. We need spares too.”

“…You are quite sensible. Ohoho!”

Kashar casually added more luggage to Marblean.

“Next is to see the jewelry.”

Marblean was busy jotting down my image.

‘Again?’

Unable to contain my curiosity, I looked down the corridor to see many designers waiting there.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Lady Eilin Halen.”

A sophisticatedly dressed man gracefully bowed.

Before he could introduce himself, this time, Sylphia recognized the designer.

“You’re the winner of the Atelier Jewelry Contest…”

Even if I didn’t know, he was certainly a very famous designer known for making expensive clothes.

‘How many of them did he buy?’

Numerous lines in the corridor brushed past me.

The six days, where beans were roasted over a brazier, were passing by in an instant.

The Founding Festival.

A special and precious day when the grand hall of the Hwangseong, Proda, opened.

The huge party, attended by not only the nobles of the capital but also the local nobility, was more like a festival.

And naturally, everyone was trying their best to shine the most.

A white and elegant carriage entered through the splendid street.

The carriage had the pattern of the Shaina goddess in gold.

The carriage was escorted by knights on white horses.

People tried to figure out who was inside the carriage all at once.

‘It’s the Saint’s carriage.’

The noble saint who had newly opened her eyes upon Shaina’s call.

It was to the extent that there would be a congratulatory party for the saint the day after the Founding Festival; the impact of the temple on the imperial family was so significant.

The carriage the saint was riding stopped.

The first one to get off was Vice-Chancellor Perveleoff.

When he extended his hand, a lovely hand with a ceremonial glove reached out from inside the carriage.

‘That’s her…’

‘My goodness.’

Everyone was amazed and couldn’t help but exclaim.

Elsias was pretending not to feel it and had the purest expression.

‘Of course, she’s naturally beautiful.’