Chapter 29. The Principality Of Bertino, Part X

Translator: Khan

Editor: Aelryinth

Julietta also began to clean up the room, avoiding the fierce eyes of the daughter of the Count, who left the room.

Julietta pretended not to know the Prince was glaring at her, but finally couldn't bear it and opened her mouth. "Your Highness, do you need anything?"

She wanted to go to sleep, but her employer gave her a hard time. He didn't think of going into the bedroom, but was sitting on the couch in the living room, so she felt like she was going to die.

"If you take off those glasses, can't you see anything in front of you?" Killian asked, looking wonderfully at the way she had pushed her crooked glasses on the back of her nose.

"Not at all. I can't see even an inch ahead."

When he saw her picking up glasses even when she was slapped, he thought it was very precious to her, but she said she couldn't see an inch ahead. Without realizing it, said Killian, with a feeling of sympathy.

"When I get to Bertino, I'll get you some of the finest glasses. The capital of the Principality, Ricaren, has a skillful dwarf and a wizard. They could make a pair of glasses that are better than those ugly ones, that are highly efficient and that look incomparable."

Julietta shook her hands in amazement at Killian's useless meddlesome.

"No, Your Highness. Glasses will not be a problem with wearing them if the temples of the glasses are repaired. I'm going to go to the blacksmith's shop early tomorrow morning. You don't have to worry."

With a freaking look, Killian was even more satisfied with her smile. How perfect it was to be a maid who hated him and had no appetite for worldly desires. Whenever the merits of this new maid were increasingly revealed, he felt very good.

After refusing the spectacularly expensive glasses, the Prince, who strangely became friendly, took off his clothes and went into the bed naked. Julietta tried to leave the bedroom with the blanket on the floor. Then the Prince stopped her urgently.

"Where are you going?"

"I think I can sleep in the living room because we don't have any more guests who will visit."

The atmosphere of the bedroom, which was so soft, froze as soon as her words came over.

"Where did you get the confidence that no other assassin would ever come in? Stop complaining and try to sleep by my bed every night."

Julieta was so dizzy and complained to herself when he said she had to do this every day.

"Your Highness, the knights outside will keep you safe, rather than the dull, blind maid. If you're worried about an assassin sneaking in, do I call the knights to come in?"

"Are you talking to me about sleeping with a guy in the bedroom? It's not even worth trying to convince me, so don't bring it up."

At his strong rejection, Julietta laid a blanket on the floor next to his bed, biting the bullet.

"Can you sleep in that thick dress? If you're having the wrong idea that I might do something about you, put away that delusion and change into your pajamas at ease."

She didn't know why he was so meddlesome about her looks. Julietta wanted to say to him, 'I have to sleep in such uncomfortable clothes because of you,' but she could not do that, and just turned her back to him while on the floor, and complained irritatedly, "I've never had anything called pajamas. So, don't worry, but just go to sleep please."

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The next day, Julietta satisfactorily walked out of the blacksmith's workshop with her glasses that found its shape. She didn't want to wear heavy glasses yet, so she put them on and walked slowly through the village, which began to bustle in the morning.

The village, boasting colorful roofs, was quite busy and lively for a town far from the capital. Perhaps Count Baden, whom she had seen yesterday, was not such a bad lord, so Julietta decided to take a short walk to slow down her return to the inn.

It was a precious time to get away from the Prince, who sat haughtily in a bathtub boasting clean water this morning. She pretended to be as pathetic as she could, and to be careful not to stare at him. When asked if she could go to the blacksmith's workshop to fix her glasses before leaving, the Prince, who had not been speaking for a long time, reluctantly allowed her to go and she ran away without looking back as soon as she could.

'Must I go back in a hurry and get the Prince's breakfast?'

However, her steps gradually slowed down, mesmerized by the clear, high sky, the chatter of the birds and the lively appearance of the merchants opening their shops in the morning.

When she saw a spicy smelly bakery among the shops lined up on the street, Julietta bought two loaves of freshly baked white bread.

She felt as if she had become a Parisian, busy going to work wearing baguettes, tearing the bread into her hands and putting it in her mouth. She kept smiling sweetly, imagining herself not returning to the inn where the naked Prince was waiting, but as a professional secretary with a mean, but capable boss.

It was a scene where she could not look pretty as Julietta's bulging skirt with wire fluttered unbecomingly to a large size. There was such a look at her from afar.

Unaware that a silver-haired middle-aged nobleman and a man, who seemed to be his servant in a luxury carriage, were watching her closely, Julietta headed for the inn with a joyous step at the first freedom she had in a while.

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Meanwhile, Albert was suspicious of his ears when he heard some strange words.

"Your Highness, would you say that again?"

"Buy some pajamas for a maid."

"Suddenly pajamas?"

When Albert, who had been called in while checking the preparations for the departure, looked at him in astonishment, and Killian sidestepped the gaze.

"No, it's unsanitary to sleep with the clothes she's been wearing all day outside. What if she gets sick? I don't have Jeff. Are you going to wait on me? For your information, you'd better not even dream of putting your stupid servant on me."

Killian kept talking, stopping Albert from saying what he meant.

"And pitifully, she's never had a pair of pajamas. How can I ignore her desire to try on her pajamas? As a generous owner, shouldn't I of course be able to grant her that much?"

Julietta never said that, but Killian, who interpreted it at his own convenience, looked at Albert as if he were seeking consent.

"I'll have the head maid ready a pair when I get to Ricaren."

"Albert, she needs them tonight. Do you want her to be uncomfortable at night so she can't sleep, or be sick when she waits on me and makes a mistake? Or you can sleep with me."

At Killian's ridiculous challenge, Albert showed the white flag right away. He wondered who could stop what the prince had already decided to do so. If he decided to dress her in her pajamas, he had to bring her pajamas fit for her big body no matter what.

'I think the innkeeper's appearance I saw yesterday was similar to the size of the maid. I'll ask the hostess where to buy clothes and I'll get an answer.'

"Yes, Your Highness, I'll get some for her today."

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Albert, who would have slept on the floor while leaving a soft bed, got a pleasing answer from the owner.

As soon as Julietta, wearing the finely repaired glasses, came back to the inn, the group set off again.

Two hours after leaving the road, there was a maid in the carriage who sleeping with her mouth open carelessly.

In a top-class carriage that was completely unshaken despite the bumpy forest road, the maid did not think of getting up even when he called, as if she had not slept that night. Killian's eyes suddenly narrowed as he stared at the drowsiness of the maid opposite him.

He could see the straight forehead under the thick hair that stretched all over. Under the large glasses, that occupied half of her face, tiny lips opened and a pink little tongue was visible through them. He thought her lips were so cute, as if he had seen them somewhere.