Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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I opened my eyes wide, and Dielo smiled.
“I don’t know how my formal attire disappeared, but as you know, my existing attire was tailored to Krua’s dress.”
That was true.
He had said he made the attire to match the dress I had chosen.
“The hastily made attire won’t match the design.”
Dielo’s gaze turned to the tailor’s design.
It was so radiant, considering it was made in such a hurry. As expected, someone who had made a living doing this for 47 years was different.
“I agree. We can’t wear clothes that don’t match such a pretty attire.”
The 47-year veteran tailor looked relieved at my words.
I turned my gaze to Argenta, the informant who had arrived in a hurry.
“Time is short, is it possible?”
A voice came from behind Argenta at my words.
“It is possible!”
“Ahhh!”
However, the word ‘possible’ and a scream were heard together.
The voice saying ‘possible’ even sounded familiar.
Looking through the doorway, someone was carrying a person with a bright expression.
It’s Rick!
The poor man in pajamas being dangled by him was definitely the mansion’s tailor.
“I, it is possible.”
Perhaps because he couldn’t answer due to screaming earlier, the tailor answered as soon as he was released from Rick.
Rick was looking at him with a bright face.
According to the original story, that bright psycho smiled brighter the more satisfactorily he handled things ‘in his own way.’
Just how crazy did he act for him to be so bright?
I felt like I knew the answer just by looking at the tailor’s state. He looked almost as if he had been teleported straight from his sleep and was completely out of it.
“I, I greet you both.”
Thanks to that, his greeting was delayed.
“I prepared a few drafts on the way here.”
The fact that he said that in a breathless voice was quite a sight.
He prepared drafts in the midst of all that?
“…Then let’s go with something that goes well with this design.”
I pointed to the design the 47-year veteran tailor was holding.
Then, I subtly stepped away from Dielo.
No, it was when I was about to step away.
“Wait.”
His arm wrapped around my waist.
“?”
He pulled me into his embrace as he held me.
“We need to take measurements to make Krua’s clothes, right?”
“Ah.”
But this close… wouldn’t it be impossible to measure while hugging like this?
Looking up, Dielo was looking at me with the sweetest eyes.
His Blue Eyes sparkled in the light.
“Are you going to borrow the hands of someone other than me?”
Even if it wasn’t acting, how many people would say yes to that?
I shook my head.
“Of course not.”
Dielo was strangely proactive.
He was going to do it properly, since there were spies from other families around.
Okay, then wouldn’t it be common sense to respond to that as an acting teacher(?)?
“Please do.”
I handed the tape measure to Dielo.
“Then.”
He took the tape measure after kissing the back of my hand as if to excuse himself.
Every one of his movements was that of a courteous gentleman.
“I will be waiting outside.”
As the mansion’s tailor left the room, Dielo’s hand landed on my shoulder.
“Krua’s clothes have an extravagant design, so we need to measure more carefully, right?”
Dielo had seen me taking measurements once, so he moved quite skillfully.
His hand that touched my shoulder slid down my arm, reaching my wrist.
“!”
I paused as the heat touched the soft skin on the inside of my wrist.
He seemed to be hotter than before for some reason.
Not just his hands, but the whole of him.
That made me feel even more conscious of him.
Was it because he was behind me?
When I turned my head slightly, I saw his straight Blue Eyes focused on me.
“……!”
Next, his strong hand touched the back of my neck.
The feeling of his manly, bony hand brushing against me sent a strange sensation throughout my body.
I was about to get confused about whether the heat was from his hand or from me.
“Ah.”
I unknowingly let out a short, sigh-like sound.
It might have been because a strange sensation swept through my body every time he touched me.
“……!”
Every time he moved, the sensation that rushed in like a delayed tidal wave echoed in my head.
Thanks to that, I was completely out of it.
So, when I was thinking that I didn’t know where the hand that repeatedly spread a strange heat on my back was touching, or where it was being withdrawn from.
“Relax, Krua.”
It was only when he said that that I realized I had been holding my breath.
“…Yes.”
As I let out a short breath, I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.
…I think I said that before?
“Don’t be nervous, either.”
I think I said this too?
It was the moment I raised my eyebrows.
He measured the tape measure from behind my back and pulled it forward as if he was hugging me.
“Ah……!”
The moment I unknowingly let out a turbid breath.
Dielo’s voice echoed. It was a very small voice, only audible between me and him.
“—If possible.”
“Yes?”
It was such a turbid, boiling sound that I thought I had misheard, so my gaze went to him.
As if the voice that had passed by was a dream, his Blue Eyes radiated a soft warmth.
“…….”
But the heat felt at my fingertips was still there.
Was it because the tape measure he was holding was grabbing my chest as if binding me?
It was hard to breathe.
—Swish.
It was the same even when he loosened the tape measure and straightened my clothes.
“Krua?”
I couldn’t take my eyes off him until he called me.
As if my gaze, not my body, was caught by him.
“…Is it over?”
An unknowingly trembling voice came out.
“Soon.”
Dielo, who said that, kissed my forehead again.
Is this what it feels like to be a real lover?
I blushed without realizing it.
They say that when you’re acting, you can get caught up in the role, is this what it’s like?
Of course, it wasn’t bad.
I’m not a professional actor, so there’s bound to be a limit to my acting.
But if they make it easy to immerse myself like this(?), I’m grateful.
“Take the strength out of your shoulders.”
Dielo said. As I relaxed, all my nerves were focused on his movements again.
He was looking at me with sparkling eyes, holding the tape measure, as if he was carefully measuring as he said.
“…….”
We hadn’t spent the night together, but we had left traces.
For the first time, I thought that a strange and subtle scent was emanating from him.
That feeling reached its peak when Dielo’s strong hand brushed against my ankle.
“!”
He supported my body, which had unknowingly paused.
“Next, we need to measure the circumference of your legs in detail…”
The tailor’s assistant said with a troubled face.
I was wearing a dress.
Don’t tell me they want me to take off my dress here?
It was when I raised my eyebrows.
Dielo, who was looking at me, turned to look at them.
The side of his face that was visible for a moment felt colder than usual.
“Then I would like you to leave for a moment.”
At those words, the tailor’s assistants looked at each other.
“Come this way, Krua.”
In the meantime, Dielo led me to a chair and sat me down.
He knelt down in front of my legs and reached for my shoes.
“May I be excused, Priestess?”
His eyes met mine.
He was still holding the tape measure.
Could it be, could it be…?
My face flushed red beyond my control.
No, to take measurements, it can’t be helped, but aren’t there methods that the tailor’s assistants can do?
It was when I glanced at the tailor’s assistants.
Dielo said.
“Argenta does not have a rule that Priestess should show her precious body to others.”
His words sounded gentle, but they also felt sharp.
“I, I’ll be out for a moment.”
It was the 47-year-old Confucian tailor who first jumped up.
The tailor’s assistants had no choice but to follow him out.
—Thud.
They must have seen it as they closed the door and left.
The lights in this room, maintained by Dielo’s power, had noticeably dimmed.
“…….”
I could guess what they were imagining.
I had my hands on his shoulders, and I was looking down at him with a flushed face and heavy breathing.
Dielo, who was kneeling at my feet and wrapping the tape measure around my ankle, looked up at me only after they left.
Because it was a gaze with a strange heat still lingering, I opened my mouth a beat late.
“…It was really perfect.”
As I whispered, Dielo shook his head slightly.
“A little more.”
“?”
What? As I blinked, Dielo said softly.
“One of them was a Kartielian.”
I knew they didn’t seem to be just from Alloze.
“They listen well to the stories beyond the door, too.”
Since they are a race that controls the wind.
At his words, my eyes widened.
“Argenta does not forget promises.”
Dielo’s thumb slowly stroked my ankle. He looked up at me again.
“So, will you trust me and leave it to me?”
It was clear what he wanted to do.
I parted my lips slightly.
