ISN'T BEING A WICKED WOMAN MUCH BETTER

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? - Chapter 25
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Translator: Miki

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Chapter 25

“Miguel. Give me your honest opinion about this style. I’ll take it humbly.”

‘To say if the style suits you well or not is something I wanted to do with my future bride.’

Miguel, who has been single since birth, mechanically clapped his hands, leaving the sadness behind him.

“It’s very stylish. It’s artistic, from head to toe.”
“That’s a given. The face is the finishing touch.”
“… That’s right.”
“I have to ask the boutique to bring in this style of clothing too.”

Amid all this, Isidor was making a lot of money through a boutique in the Horun District.

All the clothes he wore were made in a boutique called Kallos, which is run by Blancia; and recently, Kallos was so busy that it was fully booked for half a year.
Because the nobles who were interested in being stylish had been sneakily copying Isidor’s fashion.

“Sir Miguel. Do you perhaps know where the boutique that made the waistcoat that Sir Isidor wore is?”

Busybodies often asked Miguel, Isidor’s close aide, where the clothes came from; and he, who had been asked in advance by Isidor, indiscreetly revealed information about the boutique.
In the end, the name of Kallos spread in the social world in less than half a day.

It seemed that other famous boutiques were hurriedly producing designs similar to the clothes Isidor wore, but Kallos was already at a different level.
It got the title of the place which the most popular men in the empire frequent.

They couldn’t sell because they didn’t have the white silk tie Isidor wore on his shirt to emphasize his innocent feeling, nor the leather gloves made from goats.

However, Isidor couldn’t be purely happy with his business success, as if he had gotten it by pure luck.
Because despite going all-out with his beauty, Princess Deborah didn’t even look at him properly.

‘One second…’

On the other hand, seeing Isidor with a deeply apprehensive face, Miguel couldn’t help but feel both annoyance and admiration at the same time.

With only a slight change in his outfit, Isidor gave off a vibe of a mythical bard.

With his hand on his chin, once again admiring the seal Princess Deborah drew, Isidor moved his lips slightly as if he were reciting a poem.

“… Come to think of it, she draws very well.”
“What?”
“She must have worked hard with those little hands…”

Moving his head, Isidor unconsciously clenched and opened his gloved hand.
He had remembered holding her hand in order to specify the coordinate value of the space magic pouch.

As he remembered the white and small hand coming into his, his neck felt hot.

“Prince. Are you perhaps…”

Miguel frowned as he saw his Lord’s neck turning red while holding Princess Deborah’s drawing.
As Miguel was beating around the bush, Isidor slightly raised his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?”
“Are you hot?”
“That’s right. I think I am hot, as you said…”
“As expected! This spring is much warmer than last year. I also thought it was stuffy while I was in the shadows. I think I need clothes of thinner materials… Ahem. I-It’s nothing.”