Chapter 5
Faction Disturbance in the School Part 1
One day, some time after I decided to enroll in the middle school, a school in Wangdu. I was rocked by a carriage as a gift from Lady Sophia.
Since I have decided to enroll, I am headed to the clothing store to make my school uniform.
“I’m kind of fresh and excited to go to the store to make clothes”
“That’s normal for civilians, but if you’re a lady, we’ll invite the garment maker to the mansion.”
When a lady makes clothes, she always calls for designers and pattanners. It’s a first experience for a lady to go out from herself to make clothes.
As I said before, there is a school rule that states that identities are treated equally in schools. If you’re going to make a uniform out of it, they’re going to head out to the store, whether you’re noble or not.
It’s called social studies.
Although it is a good opportunity for a lady to learn to live a civilian life, anxiety arises in terms of security when this kind of thing continues in the future. I might need an escort that I can get into as a student.
“… Cyril? What are you thinking?
“Excuse me, I was thinking a little bit about the lady”
“Huh!? Well… well then… you can think about it a little more, right?
“No, it’s okay now. Besides, you can see the clothes store.”
Not so much, the carriage stops in front of a clothing store in Wangdu. I went down first to make sure there was no danger around me before I offered my hand to the lady.
“Give me your hand, Lady Sophia”
“… eh”
For some reason, the hand I offered is slapped by the lady.
“… lady? Don’t you need my hand?
When I asked confused, the lady replied with a stubborn expression for some reason: “… I will”.
A supple hand held my hand and the lady stepped down on the cobblestone. The hem of the dress spreads flutteringly and the heel sounds cutthroat.
“Now show us to the store”
“Lady?”
“Is there a problem?
“… no, then I will show you”
The lady won’t let go of my hand. I am a butler and not an escort… but I will guide you by the hand.
When I walked into the store, I heard people arguing. Stuffed is the son of a nobleman, and stuffed seems to be the clerk.
It feels like he picked up a leaking voice and the boy seems to be stuffed to prioritize his uniform against the clerk who says he won’t be able to make it to the admission ceremony if you order now.
… I see, you’re a social study.
“That’s what I’m saying, are we okay?
“Of course. We have reservations.”
“That’s Cyril.”
“It’s your daughter’s only butler, so this much is natural.”
As the lady’s dedicated butler, it’s natural to root for it – I just wanted to say that I knew this matter beforehand. Because heroin was in trouble for the same reason he was when he enrolled in higher education.
“But that servant over there didn’t seem to have an appointment, did he?
“… perhaps, but it’s an educational policy to let your child do it himself”
When I say I go to the store, I say I don’t use the power of the house. If you think about it, it’s not strange to have parents trying to make you a child, including reservations, etc.
In the evidence, his butler quietly refrains, without any upset bareback.
I would also like to say that the shopkeeper is a good nuisance… but the clerk is not slightly sloppy. Seeing as it’s flat on your aristocratic opponent, it looks like the clerk could be working some kind of force as well.
“Hey, Cyril. I said education policy, but maybe I, too, had to book my own?
“No, it’s a matter of educational policy, and that’s not the kind of decision we have. If you are a lady, let me know once and I can do it without any problems. I also say it’s not worth teaching.”
“Oh? Then maybe we should annoy Cyril a little from now on?
The lady laughs like a jerk. Lately I’ve become a little bit more teary and more and more polished by the cuteness.
He’s only twelve, just twelve.
If you consider yourself old enough to fall in love with a prince in a game, that’s natural too. Is this how you grow up little by little and one day you’ll leave my hand? Or – I shook my head thinking that far.
Either way, we’re still ahead of us.
Besides, there is no way to put an argument into a lady’s ear that she can’t hear forever. I send a signal to another clerk and show him the Rosenberg family crest that I’m here to make a uniform.
“I accept. Please, come here.”
As the clerk tried to lead him to the back of the store, he noticed a boy involved in another clerk here.
“Clerk there, I heard you. You’re going to take that guy’s job while I refuse to ask you to do it because my uniform won’t make it!
“This customer was booking for us.”
“An appointment? I didn’t hear about that! Besides, I’m the Earl’s son! Hey, there’s the butler.”
The moment the boy’s spearhead turned to me, the butler who was holding back behind him pulled his sleeve. At about the same time, Lady Sophia leaves half a step ahead of me.
“That’s not how much you keep it. Power doesn’t wield much.”
“Oh, my God, you…”
The boy who glanced at the lady was stiff. The boy’s face is dyed bright red. I would never have let you recruit anger by looking at the lady’s face.
… Apparently, I’ve witnessed a moment when a boy falls in love.
– What a sight to see when you’re a lady’s butler. Ladies are a pain in the ass because they unconsciously rub the hearts of young boys.
If I had thought of it, he would have been slapped in the ear by a butler and blued the face.
“I’m sorry I didn’t know you were the Marquis’ maid – no, I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m the one who offered to leave.”
“Sa, an exit?
Deacon slapped me in the ear again and murmured, “I see, does that mean you’re taking care of me?”
“- Boy.”
“Oh, no… of course, that’s not true, it is. My father told me to get everything ready myself, but he told me I couldn’t make it and it seemed to upset me. Sorry…… sorry”
When the boy bowed his head to Lady Sophia, he apologized for trying to push the impotence, even against the clerk who was stuck.
There was just blood on his head and he doesn’t seem to be an arrogant aristocratic child. I see that, and the look on the lady’s face is soothing – before that smile, he loses his cool on the contrary.
“Well, then, um… and anyway, I’m sorry for this!
– Wait.
Return your heels to flee. The lady calls such a boy to rest. When you see him stop, you ask me, “What are you wearing? I’ve been asking.”
“I wear two, the lady’s share is three.”
“Okay. Hey, you. If we stay like this, we won’t be able to get our uniforms in time, will we? What are you going to do?
“Well, that’s… I don’t know.”
I get an unreliable answer back. I tend to misconstrue it like all the aristocratic children are grown up when I’m dealing with a lady, but this would be the case if I were twelve.
“Actually, I have a reservation for three uniforms. If you don’t mind, may I give you the right to one outfit?
“That helps… is that good?
“One outfit is spare, so you don’t need to make it by the entrance ceremony”
“Uh…”
The boy turned his gaze to the servant for his opinion. The servant nodded stiffly – but just before the boy was asked for his opinion, he showed a slightly bewildered bare gesture.
This is my prediction, but even though I’m letting him do it alone to encourage his son to grow up, the follow up should be decent. In other words, the uniform is supposedly available.
At least that’s what I would do if I were his servant.
So, I just want to say that I don’t really need to, but I’m actually ready in this stream, so I don’t need to make a debt to the Marquis’ maid – I can’t say that.
So I guess I showed a confused bare gesture.
Horrible if you’re trying to make a loan after realizing that much, but you’re not supposed to be saying that your current lady realizes that much.
As a twelve year old, I’m very adult, but there’s still going to be a little room for growth around there.
While thinking about it, the lady, with the permission of the clerk, gave the boy the right to an appointment for a uniform. I can feel the lady’s concern around checking with the clerk to see if there are any problems.
By the way, they say he’s Count Reed’s son. Heroin at the party – it was my oldest son who got tangled up in Alicia, so he’s probably that brother.
My brother was totally a son, but this one doesn’t seem like that either. Many thanks to the lady, she made an appointment and left in advance.
Then the pattern order of the uniform – that is, moving the uniform with a defined design to the back floor to tailor it to the lady’s body.
As for my uniform, I’m finishing my order when the lady isn’t around. I therefore waited in front of the partition to measure, waiting for the lady to finish her measurements.
There seemed to be a visitor in the room, and I can hear the talk leaking from across the compartment.
You were a familiar opponent. “Oh, you…” the lady raised her voice and said, “I’m sorry, have we met somewhere?” and a bewildered voice responds.
It sounds leaky, but she has such a beautiful voice that she can’t beat the lady. Maybe the world of games is just on stage and there are a lot of people with beautiful voices like voice actors.
“Excuse me, because I’ve seen you dance before”
“Oh, could it be the First Prince’s birthday party?…… I’m embarrassed. You must have looked pathetic when you stepped on their feet.”
“… No, it was very nice.”
“If that’s what it looked like, I’m glad. But I’m not good at it. I was very good at the other person’s lead. And he was so sweet, he was so nice.”
“Oh, well…”
I don’t think the lady’s reaction is too good… but is it because she doesn’t have much opportunity to talk to same-sex her age? I may have given too much priority to dealing with older people as an educational priority.
When you get to school, encourage them to make friends.
But in this situation, I’m in trouble because I can’t escort you.
The mansion’s maid is now escorted, but she has no ability to act as an escort.
Again, I want a maid the same age as the lady, who can combine escorts. We’ll talk to your father when we get back to the mansion – what a thought. The conversation will continue.
“By the way, are you in school too?
“Yes. My parents told me to go by from the high ministry because we’re junior nobles, but I convinced them to do my best to be polite. – Oh, could you be a senior aristocrat?!?”
“Yep. But you don’t have to. It doesn’t matter who you are in school, and I’m not going to shake you up either.”
He looks like a freshman who goes to school. Maybe we’ll be the lady’s first friend. This is pretty good luck.
I don’t know what’s going to happen now because the game and expansion are changing.
I’m the one the lady admires right now, but maybe one day she’ll fall in love with the second prince as the game goes, and maybe the heroine will be a rival.
Therefore, care should be taken not to let the lady fall into darkness, but there is nothing to be rushed about because there are three years of months before the heroine enters school.
Whatever happens, I’ll protect the lady.
So I want the lady to know not only about love, but also about her fun school life with friends.
– Thinking of it that way, I can hear the lady who was a client having finished measuring, and then she said she would excuse me first.
If we stay here, we’re going to meet with a warrant that could be your daughter’s friend number one.
I don’t really want to say what the faction is about, but the lady has a position as a Marquis’ courtier. In order not to grieve your daughter, you should find out who they are.
That’s what I thought, but the clothesman talked to me.
“Dear Cyril, can you put your sleeve through the uniform once you’ve finished your temporary stitching?
“Oh…… right. Let me check.”
If I don’t finish that, I’ll keep the lady waiting.
Having decided that it was a higher priority than to see the face of a lady who might become a friend of the lady, I follow the artisan’s guide to the men’s fitting room.
Shortly afterwards, I hear the clerk dropping off the customer from behind and the corresponding bright voice. Looking back, the blue-haired brunette almost left the store with her maid.
Apparently, it wasn’t a good time.
“Master Cyril?
“No, nothing”
Travel with the craftsman to the men’s fitting room and put sleeves through the temporary sewn uniform.
“… ho, do you make it this far perfectly during the temporary sewing phase? Sometimes it’s just rumored to be the best garment store dealing with school uniforms. Excellent work.”
“I’m afraid so. But it’s not my arm yet.”
The perfect size without inhibition of movement – but the craftsman will still not be satisfied, fine-tune everywhere, such as the length and width of the hem.
Not so much, I remember being slightly moved when I was told to complete the adjustment. Despite the use of thick fabrics, little inhibits movement.
Looks like you’ve toured some really great craftsmen.
Anyway, let’s also consider your daughter’s request for personal clothes. Fine workmanship will be thrown round the designer, but I have some idea of past life fashion.
I finished trying it on while I was making that plan.
The lady was waiting for me when I got back familiar. Looks like the lady’s measurements were over, and she’s relaxing with her tea in one hand on the couch.
“Excuse me, have I kept you waiting?
“No, my measurements are just over.”
The lady says so, but the tea poured into the teacup in her hand is down to half. Apparently, after I made him wait, I made him pay attention.
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