Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

"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."

Cunningly rubbing the palms of his hands, Miguel looked at Isidor's expression.

The truth is, he also had his eyes on an outfit that had appeared in Kallos. Miguel did not want to fall behind in fashion either.

"Go to Kallos and get measured. If you tell them my name, they will make an outfit for you right away."

"Yes. Thank you!"

(T/N: The word used here is 충성, which is the military salute, but it can also be kind of slang for when you're showing appreciation towards someone, something like ‘Thanks, I appreciate it!', or when showing your loyalty.)

"Because you're my right arm, I will specially give you a 1 silver discount, so it will be 19 gold and 99 silver."

"Thank… You…"

Not knowing whether his words were sincere or not, Miguel's appreciation didn't last long.

"Grrr…"

As silence fell between the two of them, Cookie, that had been incessantly staring at the entrance where Princess Deborah had left, suddenly growled with a ferocious look.

The withdrawal phenomenon has begun.

Isidor hurriedly soothed Cookie, that was behaving like an adolescent boy once again.

"Cookie. Are you angry because I did not play with you? When we go home, I'll give you your favorite snack."

Speaking in a sweet and kind voice, he took off his gloves and awkwardly petted Cookie's back several times.

Cookie's ears, which were on the alert, went down a little. Feeling the soft texture of the beast's fur, he suddenly felt a vague curiosity.

If he took off his gloves, how would it feel to hold Princess Deborah's hand?

However, the curiosity that weakly lingered in his chest disappeared like snow as soon as he went back home.

Arriving at the townhouse, where a golden pillar embossed with a dragon showed off his dignity, Isidor walked expressionlessly.

***

‘There seems to be a lot of men in the academy wearing round glasses, is it because of him?'

I shook my head as I saw Isidor, surrounded by people today too.

Appearing in a scholarly style that gave off an intellectual feeling, he caused quite a stir in the academy.

‘The glasses are totally the ladies' preference. Belreck was originally the master in this area.'

A somewhat arranged hairstyle that naturally rolled down his forehead, a navy-blue vest that emphasized his narrow waist, and the gold-framed glasses that seemed to match his blond hair, maximized his dandiness.

How many points to become his fan? He's a professional idol in itself.

‘… However, I'll give this one 9 out of 10 points. Sorry.'

I turned around, sorrowful.

I can't believe he's making round glasses popular.

In an instant, I felt dizzy as if I had returned to the campus of the College of Engineering, in Hell Joseon, so I had no choice but to deduct one point.

‘Tsk, you have to choose the shape of the glasses frame according to your face shape, but they are all wearing round, gold framed glasses…'

Whenever I bumped into young men poorly copying Isidor's intellectual style, I frowned with a suspicious feeling.

‘… But aren't they following him too openly?'

In this academy, there are too many copycats who have no ethical morality and imitate the fashion that others put together with great effort, as they please.

It seemed to me that I hated the overlapping styles; and Isidor's constant change of outfits and hairstyle seemed to only be counterproductive.

He's bound to get tired, as everything he does spreads like a trend.

‘It's a sin to be too handsome. Anyway, there was also a fashion icon in the novel.'

Suddenly, I remembered a celebrity who was hitting the jackpot just from wearing clothes.

The clothes and sneakers the celebrity wore were sold out in less than a second every time.

‘If I sponsor Isidor, it will be a big hit.'

Being delusional about using him as a model and getting a lot of money, I belatedly realized I was lost.

The scenery of the place where I was standing, alone, was distinctly different from the splendidly landscaped academy's main building or the Magic building, which had a somber and calm atmosphere.

‘Seeing that I have no memories of this place, this is not the Spirit building.'

Since Deborah frequently hung around the Spirit building to try to bump into Philap somehow, I concluded that this was a training ground for knights or for learning theology.

‘ I still don't know where I am, so why am I thinking this?'

I looked around and entered the narrow path that stretched through the dense trees.

But no matter how much I walked, the path showed no signs of ending.

As someone with no sense of direction, I was very confused.

If only I had a reliable maid, this wouldn't have happened.

‘How come Deborah doesn't have a single right arm person!'

You're usually given at least one trustworthy maid as the essential, right?

But I wasn't.

In fact, the daughters of high-ranking noble families, like me, don't usually wander around alone as they please like I do.

Although there were quite a few young men who wandered alone, the daughters of high-ranking families hired trustworthy aristocratic young ladies as their maids.

Because you can get a lot of profit by becoming the maid of a high-ranking noble, there were also many ladies who wanted to become Deborah's maid in the early days of her academy entrance.

Not long after that, however, everyone cried and begged to quit, saying they couldn't stand Deborah's personality.

‘Meanwhile, the maid was replaced more than 13 times. Among them, at least 9 ladies had strong abdominal pain of unknown causes and stress-induced hair loss.'

In the end, there were only 2 maid applicants this year.

Two people whom I am better off without.

Melli Mayans and Aisha Doche.

I felt a chill as soon as Duke Seymour's aide showed me the names of those who had applied to the maid position.

They were the villains that tormented the heroine with Deborah.

The reason why I got goosebumps was because of the attitude they showed in the original work when Deborah was put on trial for blasphemy.

The two maids pretended to be victims of Deborah's intimidation and covered up their wrongdoings.

Sellouts that only come around when they need something.

‘No wonder, next to poop, there's bound to be blowflies.'

But I am not the real Deborah, am I crazy enough to carry around a bunch of flies with me?

So, I made it clear several times at the beginning of the semester that I would go to the academy alone.

However, going alone like this is not as easy as I thought.

I needed someone to guide me, as I am someone with no sense of direction, and tell me the rumors that spread around me and all kinds of useful information.

‘How should I get someone that keeps secrets and is competent?'

While I was deeply worried, leaning my tired body against a tree, I turned my head around, happy to hear a rustling sound in the distance.

‘I'll have to threaten them to guide me to the back of the academy, where the carriage is.'

Bravely walking towards the place where the sound came from while thinking wicked thoughts, I quietly went back as soon as I saw pink hair.

Damn it.

I can't believe I'm running into the no.1 person I want to avoid.

"Ahhhh!!"

I tried to sneak out and pretend I didn't see her, but Mia Vinoche fell down, letting out a loud scream that could not be ignored.

"Ouch…"

She groaned while sitting down, looking at me pitifully, with her big eyes filled with tears.

"… Lady. I'm sorry, but can you help me? I can't stand up."

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