“I’ll be looking at different clothes here, so both Arthur, who told me to change comfortably, and Reyna, who said it’s fine, exchanged glances with Brody and Marina, feeling puzzled.

What are you doing right now?!

Did you really rent the entire three-story dressing room just for this?!

Arthur and Reyna were quickly led by two maids to the guest fitting room and seated.

The room was divided by luxurious opaque curtains, one side adorned like a stage where clothes could be changed, and the other had a long sofa.

“…….”

And the maids sternly insisted that Arthur must wait here without moving a muscle until the curtain opens and he sees Reyna.

“…….”

Arthur glanced at Reyna hesitantly,

and Reyna, flustered, glanced at the maids.

Reyna’s pupils shook.

Isn’t it too much to go this far just to try on a dress?

It’s not like we’re fitting a wedding dress, just trying on a few winter dresses.

Reyna didn’t want to disappoint with a bland result when the curtain was lifted, and she also wanted to avoid a situation where a man was left waiting outside while she changed.

But the maids were so immersed in the romantic performance of the man who had rented the entire three-story dressing room for Reyna, promising to fit her dresses, especially handing over the address and key to the dressing room, and saying, “Don’t tell the lady.”

When Arthur added, “Just don’t tell the lady,” the two maids nodded their heads almost as if they were enchanted.

In the maids’ minds, a completed romance story, ‘Reyna, the hidden daughter of the marquis suffering hardships, rises in status and finds true love,’ was firmly established.

But telling me to change on my own, is this some kind of absurd suggestion?

“…….”

However, since Reyna seemed uncomfortable, Arthur wanted to suggest stepping aside subtly.

“If I don’t wait here…”

Arthur’s voice was followed by Brody’s sarcastic tone.

“Sir Arthur…? Seriously, did you just say, ‘If I don’t wait for the lady at the door, can’t I play somewhere else and come back?’…”

“…….”

Arthur kept his mouth shut.

His previously fearsome image had now turned into that of a clumsy lover in need of assistance within the maids’ minds.

“Goodness.”

Brody began to rant about the man looking at the dresses, as if wondering when he had ever been afraid of Arthur.

Arthur sat still on the sofa, listening to the sermon.

“…So, do nothing and just sit here like this?”

Brody stated firmly.

“Yes! Please wait here! The gentleman waiting for the lady dressing up should do more than just look like a mannequin.”

“…….”

Arthur conceded.

Reyna stammered, speaking up.
“Brody, anyway, since I’ve rented the entire hall, does Sir Arthur really need to sit here?… Wouldn’t it be fine wherever he is? Honestly, I find it burdensome that Sir Arthur is waiting here…”

Brody exclaimed in astonishment.

“Nonsense! Marina!”

Without saying a word, Marina walked briskly, slipped Reyna’s arm through hers, and then, as if escorting her, pulled her behind the fitting room curtain.

Swish!

The fitting curtain closed abruptly, swallowing Marina and Reyna.

“…….”

Brody urged Arthur for the final answer.

“Do you understand? You have to wait here, and when the curtain opens, you look!”

Arthur finally chuckled and propped his chin.

“…Got it. Take good care of my wife.”

Brody also disappeared behind the curtain with Marina and Reyna.

“…….”

Arthur was left alone in the space behind the curtain.

And he gazed at the curtain that had discreetly closed.

“…….”

Unintentionally, he ended up imitating a freezing spell.

He knew what the maids were saying.

But Arthur honestly doubted whether he could naturally express the surprise and admiration at the ‘moment’ he sees her beautifully made-up.

It seemed artificial to pretend as if he could see, and it didn’t feel sincere.

“…….”

Instead of sight, the faintly spread aura behind the fitting curtain brought in the sounds.

[Hehe. Let’s mesmerize.] [Brody… This is too much.] [Absolutely not.] [No, really. It seems like it would be better to put something more on your shoulders…] [What are you saying! This is the point here.] [No, no. It doesn’t seem to suit me. I want to wear a different dress.] [It’s really pretty, right? The first time, it has to be this dress. You can wear what you want next time!] [I also agree with Brody’s opinion.] […….]

“…….”

At this distance, there was always an aura spread habitually.

To substitute for sight, without becoming too conspicuous.

To be ready to respond at any moment if an urgent situation arises.

Although he knew there were no more dangerous situations now that the war had ended,

it was just a habitual action.

Brody, the maid, gathered her hair and slightly combed it up, feeling her presence.

[Is it better to reveal the shoulder line? Should I make the lips a bit redder? Since it’s a sparkling dress, it feels a bit lifeless.]

Marina, another maid who had been scrutinizing her with a sharp eye, stepped forward.