The Nerd Turned Out To Be The Tyrant - Chapter 63

“I’ll pick and wear it! Please!”

She was able to let Louise out after begging for her underwear and clothes to be worn by herself.

The ornaments in the dazzling guest room were sparkling here and there, asking to see me, but at least those things didn’t come into Luce’s eyes now.

Luce, barely pushing the upper trunk of a bag the size of her own body, rummaged inside the bag.

‘I’m glad I brought the things I use in my pharmacology class!’

Carrying medicine was more of a habit she had developed while studying pharmacology.

If she carries medicine with her, one day she will have something to use.

The anti-night blindness potion, the beginner’s antidote for Chelsea’s cat allergy, and even if she encounters grass poison or a snake while walking on a mountain path, she can take out the medicine and use it, so it’s a pretty useful habit.

Although Dominic asked, ‘Isn’t it just because you’re tired of organizing your bag?’

It was the time when Luce, who had divided raw materials and medicine into a small clutch she had brought separately, was about to close the bag with a proud face.

Jingle.

‘What is it?’

She heard the sound of metal clashing.

At the end of digging through the bag with the momentum to overturn the whole bag, what Luce found was a pocket.

At least she doesn’t remember putting it in.

‘Huh?’

It’s impossible that the person who put it in didn’t remember.

Gold coin?

She wondered if it was the pocket money Chelsea gave her, but the amount was too large.

‘No matter how much pocket money she usually gives, it’s only 1 gold.’

It wasn’t even just gold coins.

Coins worth 100 gold were also mixed in between.

The bag was small in volume, but it was enough to get a room in a big city with just one bag.

‘Why on earth is this in my bag?’

When Luce tilted her head to figure out what was going on, she heard a knock.

“Are you done, Miss?”

As soon as she hurriedly hid her pockets and closed the bag, Louise carefully opened the door.

She looked at Luce, who was still wearing only her robe and sitting on her bag for some reason. Like her older sister, Luce had a mischievous look on her face.

After chatting so much, it seemed that intimacy had developed in the meantime.

“I knew this would happen. You’re doing that because it’s hard to wear a dress, right?”

Luce picked up one of the many dresses the Duke gave out for the banquet without even looking at it and smiled awkwardly.

“Yes, I didn’t know where the front was.”

“Even if I help you.”

Louise, who was walking, stopped.

She put on a serious expression.

W, why? What else is wrong?

“…Do you really want to wear it? It must be the first dress you wear, right?”

Was it a strange outfit?

She shrugged her shoulders as Luce looked over at the dress she picked up.

The thin peach-colored three-quarter-sleeve dress looked a little cold, but there seemed to be no particular problem.

“Yes, isn’t this pretty?”

“It’s pretty! It’s pretty, but that’s…”

Louise approached as if she had made a big decision.

She whispered quietly.

“Anyway, you’re doing this, right?”

“Yes, I like this. Is there a problem?”

“It’s all right. Trust me, Miss! I’ll do my best!”

Trust? Does she really have to do her best?

It was 30 minutes later that Luce, whose gown had come off at Louise’s hand without knowing why, realized the meaning of the words.

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“As expected. You have a good eye. It suits you very well.”

“….”

“I was surprised that you chose such an unusual dress to try on for the first time, but now that I see it, I think you made a good choice.”

Luce shook her head as she looked through the mirror at the shockingly low back dress.

“Thank you for your hard work, Louise. Can I change it to something else?”

“No. It’s time for you to attend the banquet soon.”

“Can I put on a cardigan, a sweater, or at least a scarf?”

“Originally, the point of this dress was to expose your back.”

“….”

“Uh, don’t touch the hair that I put up!”

“Isn’t it okay to let my hair down and cover my back?”

“You can’t!”

Nothing works.

Should she think it’s fortunate that the front isn’t cut too low?

Luce, who was looking at the neat square-type dresses with regret, turned her head.

Louise, who carefully put every last pin in her hair, gave her a small clap.

She was quite cute and pretty when she was dressed up like a country girl, but she was very beautiful in this dress.

“The light pink dress goes well with your red hair.”

“Thank you.”

“And to say that it’s unusual for a first time, it’s not that it’s rude. After all, it’s a banquet dress.”

Luce couldn’t bear to say that it wasn’t a matter of decency, but that her back was a problem, so she just nodded her head slightly.

Is it awkward because it’s her first time wearing it?

Luce, who was brushing her bare skin, thought that this revealing outfit wasn’t all bad.

First of all, she was pretty, and more than anything, it was more appropriate for her skin to be exposed in the ‘small accident’ that would happen shortly after.

“Then shall we go, Miss? Miss’s companions are waiting for you.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you for today, Louise.”

Luce’s hand was caught as she was about to leave after thanking Louise sincerely for giving useful information and serving.

“Uhm, Miss.”

“Yes?”

Does she still have anything to use to decorate her hair?

Turning around, Luce noticed that Louise’s expression was hesitating, the same as before.

“Why are you like that?”

“….You said before that you were afraid of being scolded, and I’m still a little worried about that.”

Louise, who had come closer, lowered her voice to a whisper.

“The Duke’s husband will not scold you or reprimand you for your mistakes. But… if the Duke comes to the banquet. I mean, if.”

“Yes.”

“It’s good to keep a close eye on her expressions and hand gestures. There’s a little… Here’s a strict side to it.”

Is it because she’s the Head of the Family?

But Louise’s face showed a little bit of fear even when she spoke with a big heart.

Luce thought for a moment and nodded.

‘There is a strict side–’

She understood that far.

There’s no way a person in the position of a Duke would be soft.

It is necessary to have a strict, harsh, and sometimes cold part to run this large estate.

‘But it bothers me when she says that it’s better to look closely at facial expressions and hand gestures.’

Does she have a temper that shows on her face exactly what she thinks?

So, does she mean that if she paid close attention, she could act right and not break the rules?

Luce, who was lost in thought, couldn’t notice the voice hitting her ear until he reached the end of the hallway.

“Lucette!”

It’s Franz.

It seemed that the Duke’s family had given him formal attire as well, so it was a completely different outfit from the voluminous attire he usually wore.

Since he was a knight, he didn’t go well with the formal clothes, but looking at it like this, he seems to be quite similar to the Baron.

“Oh my, you look so pretty!”

It was when Luce, who was bowing to him and bending her knees like a lady, raised her head.

“Luce.”

Rev, who was standing against the wall, caught her eye.

It was more appropriate to say that everything but him had disappeared from view rather than come into view.

He is simple and neat, but the moment he sees her, the drowsiness and boredom that had been stuck in the gap like thorns are gone at once.

As if the colorful colors of the clothes and the elegance of the splendid works of art were all just backgrounds, a smile that had been suppressed reached out and was approached as if welcoming.

Rev, who had walked only looking at Luce’s face, not at her new clothes or hairstyles, naturally stood beside her.

“You… look cool today, Rev.”

It was a compliment she always used, but somehow the end of her words were shaking.

It’s not the first time she has seen his face without glasses, so why is it like this?

It was a smile she knew, but it was unfamiliar.

“You’re cool too, Luce.”

At the end of a faint consciousness, the thought took root.

He fit terribly well in this lofty and luxurious mansion.

He seemed to be the owner of this place, as if the original place where Rev had been was such a shining, valuable, and dazzling seat.

Luce tried to calm down by tapping her red cheeks, which might have been the same color as the dress, but it didn’t work.

“It’s like summer plums. Fragrant, sweet.”

Only I want to know.

Rev’s hand, which had been silenced, went to Luce’s exposed shoulder.

Contrary to his soft words, it was a hand with veins.

“Can I escort you?”

“Ah, ung! of course!”

Rev, who was just lovingly looking at Luce, who moved her hands and feet together, turned his head and stared at Franz.

‘I got it. I got it.’ Franz muttered that and walked ahead of them.

The door to the banquet hall opened.