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☾ thirty - eight ☾

As Max ran, almost as if he was being chased by his own thoughts, he stopped in front of her house.

Usually he would have checked beforehand if his teacher was there, but he just focused on getting to her room quickly.

When he finally arrived on the terrace in front of her room, Max realized that the room was empty.

'Where did she go?'

When he was intently looking for Juvellian, he felt someone coming closer.

'Who is it?'

It was different from her light, feathery steps.

Rather, the steps were more...crude.

Just before the door opened, Max quickly hid himself.

"What kind of clothes will you choose this time?"

"Well, I was thinking of wearing the one with frills."

"That's a good choice. Wouldn't it suit your beauty?"

"Well, I hope so. Still, I'm envious, I wish I could go shopping to the arcade with the Lady."

Max was able to guess where Juvellian was from the maids' conversation.

'She's at the arcade street...'

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'I haven't even ordered any clothes yet, why am I so tired?'

I was so tired that I closed my eyes tightly and then opened them.

Just a few months ago, it was my own exercise to chase Mikhail around, but now I'm home every day, so I'm really out of stamina.

'I'm going to take a good walk from now on.'

I entered a famous dress shop of the capital with that determination.

"Oh, I see you are here too."

I heard someone's voice, but I ignored it, pretending it wasn't directed towards me.

Then someone stepped in front of me.

"I guess the princess came out to shop too?" I scanned her face.

'Well, I don't know who it is.'

However, as much as she knows me, if I tell her I don't know who she is, she might get offended.

So, I accepted her words.

"Yes, did you come out to see the clothes?"

"Yes, is there any other reason you came to the seamstress?"

"Oh, of course I came here to look for clothes. Then I'll excuse myself."

When I was about to pass her by to see the clothes...

"Hah, it's really sad."

I glanced at her and saw she was staring straight at me.

The words from before seemed to have been directed towards me.

"Yes?"

"Because the princess is very delicate, I don't think she'll look good in that. It's really unfortunate what fashion is and how it makes us wear uncomfortable and unsuitable clothing..." She said, as if waiting for my answer.

At first glance, it seemed insulting, but it made sense.

'It's definitely uncomfortable.'

The latest fashion was the 'Robe a la Française'.

It was composed of a gorgeous upper dress and a generous puffed skirt to draw attention to the chest.