Chapter 54
Idell knew about it too, but she smiled gently.
'Linya doesn't bother me because she always reminds me of Lin.'
Moreover, Linnea was gradually changing.
Now, she was speaking to Idil very warmly and even trying to give her things. Naturally, Idil refused them.
In any case, Idel expressed her appreciation that thanks to Linnea, the atmosphere, which had become increasingly awkward, had been eased.
Linnea’s “László Transformation Plan” was implemented amidst a very busy schedule.
After taking care of Lazlo's skin and hair, someone from the men's fashion store arrived in the afternoon.
“Brother, we need to finish this during your vacation! So on the day you return, we will reveal it with a “Ta-da!” Everyone will be very surprised, won’t they?”
It seems that Linnea was imagining a fairy tale in which the protagonist, covered in dust, is beautifully transformed with the help of a fairy's magic.
Laszlo hated the idea, but Edel actually agreed to it.
'It may seem a bit silly to suddenly appear when everything has changed, but given Count Crisis's current situation, it is necessary to create such an event.'
Watching Laszlo change, Edel can guess that on the day of his return, he will become the subject of discussion in the palace.
She didn't know whether it would be positive or negative, but at least for the time being, it was better for him to create some kind of gossip. Without it, it would be difficult for him to gain public attention.
'Also, there's nothing wrong with improving his appearance.'
As Linnea said, he may soon receive marriage proposals.
Edel, who had imagined that Laszlo was taking a wife, began to worry about her own situation.
She wasn't sure how the gossip about her had spread in high society, but it was clear that it wasn't very favorable.
'I can only hope that Count Crisis will wish to marry a sympathetic woman.'
She smiled bitterly and flipped through the men's fashion catalog.
Despite being lost in those thoughts, Edel skillfully chose clothes that suited Laszlo.
“Make one of each of these shirts, and for outerwear, one set with this design and one with this design. As for the necktie, one without a pattern, made of shiny silk, and one with a pattern on the edges, made of cotton…”
Laszlo watched her pick up the clothes, and he frowned.
"Why are you buying so much? I already have plenty."
“Because I’m going to throw away all the old things. This isn’t enough to fill the gap.”
"What? Why are we throwing away all the good things?"
“…because they are not in good condition.”
Edel answered through gritted teeth.
The fact that Laszlo thought those worn-out shirts were “good” seemed to indicate a difficult road ahead, and this made her sigh.
Linnea stood beside them, clapped her hands and laughed loudly.
“Ha, that’s so funny! I love seeing my brother get scolded! I’m so happy and excited! Idel, keep going! More!”
Finally, Laszlo slapped Linnea on the head and she screamed, and Idil sighed again before checking the order form that the tailor had handed to her.
There is still much to be done.
***
“Hahaha!”
Nathan, who had come to report on Calliope's work after a long time, laughed for a while when he saw Laszlo in his stylish new look.
His fellow mercenaries would likely have the same reaction if they saw him.
"Oh my God, who did this to my boss?"
"Please be quiet."
Despite his embarrassment, Laszlo had to endure Nathan's mockery since it had already happened.
"No, seriously, did His Majesty the Emperor order this?"
“That person had been bothering me for some time.”
"Then you're saying the emperor isn't the main reason for this? Perhaps you wanted to impress a woman?"
"How did you jump to that conclusion?"
"Well, that's usually how men are."
Laszlo sighed and shook his head, then gave the answer as if giving up.
“It’s Linnea, Linnea! That girl was moaning a lot, my ear hurts.”
"Wait, since when has the president been obedient to Linnea?"
Nathan muttered to himself, falling silent when he saw Laszlo's fierce glare. However, Laszlo paused for a moment, then spoke.
“I postponed it. Because of that, Linnea had a difficult time.”
"So, you're saying you've made your decision now?"
“Yes, that’s why I do these annoying things.”
With that, Laszlo calmed down and turned his attention back to the report that Nathan had brought.
At that moment, someone knocked on the office door.
"Come in."
As soon as Laszlo's dry reply was finished, the door opened and Edel entered. She stopped when she saw Nathan.
“I didn’t know you were working. I’ll come back later.”
"Don't worry about him. What happened?"
“I am here to get approval for the men’s accessories purchase plan.”
"Give it to me."
Laszlo put down the document he was reading and took the document that Edel had handed him, and quickly began to browse through it.
"You're buying too much."
“If the price is a burden, I will reduce it by one brooch and one clip.”
"That's fine. You should have included it with a reason."
After signing the bottom part of the document, Laszlo returned it to Idel, speaking nonchalantly.
"continued."
"Understood. I'll leave now."
And so Edel's brief visit came to an end. Laszlo turned his attention back to the document he had been reading.
However, Nathan, who was observing the situation, inadvertently tilted his head.
"Why is that woman buying accessories for her boss?"
"Is there anyone who has better taste in this house than her?"
“Well… that’s true, but wasn’t she just a laundry maid?”
“Ah, there’s a bit of a story behind that. She’s now Linnea’s personal maid.”
Nathan blinked in surprise.
"Wait, are you telling me that the woman who made her boss look so good is the same one who was the maid?"
“…Your wording is a bit clichéd, but yes, why?”
“I don’t know, it’s a strange feeling. It seems her condition is changing little by little…”
“She is the only one with the right skills to handle the tasks we need to accomplish now. The idea of ‘putting her in’ is irrelevant.”
"but…"
Nathan, who was about to say something, closed his mouth because he didn't quite know what was bothering him.
'But they certainly seem closer now than they did last time. Is he paranoid?'
Although it might seem overly sensitive to think that they were getting closer after hearing their brief exchange, Nathan, who had been by Laszlo's side for a long time, noticed the change immediately.
'The president actually smiled when that woman entered.'
It was brief, but Laszlo certainly smiled. He even put down the document he'd been reading intently and focused on it completely. The man who was so indifferent even when the most beautiful women approached!
'László has changed…it must be because of the woman, right…?'
Nathan was unable to judge whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, so he decided to keep it to himself for the time being.
***
“Brother! Is the preparation for the party going well?”
“Angela! Camille! Come in.”
The heir to the title of Count of Bliss, Enoch, smiled broadly when the two beautiful ladies entered.
Enoch, Angela's cousin, was the grandson of Count Bliss and was helping his mother prepare for a party in the garden.
“The weather suddenly got cold that day, so I was worried, but luckily tomorrow will be very sunny.”
“Since it was a garden party hosted by the esteemed aunt, of course it had to be sunny. All thanks to the blessings of Mrs. Bara.”
Angela, who raised Enoch's mother to a higher level, created a cheerful atmosphere.
Enoch had no reason to suppress his smile either.
It was a welcome event that two ladies renowned for their beauty in high society showed interest in the party.
"But what brings you here? I'm sure you didn't come to oversee the preparations."
“Of course not! Actually, I want to ask you a favor.”
“Known? If that’s what you want, I’ll do anything! Just ask, Angela.”
The announcement by Angela's cousin made her smile and Camille's smiles even wider.
“Do you remember inviting Miss Crisis to the party that Camille hosted?”
"Ah! You suddenly asked for just one invitation, so I rushed to get it for you. Why?"
Then Camille spoke.
"At this party, please put that girl in her place. Okay?"
Camille went on to add more details about the humiliation she suffered at the hands of Linnea.
I felt sorry for the common girl, who could not integrate into high society, and invited her to the party, but the girl acted as if she were of a higher status.
Camille bowed to greet her, but the girl looked at her disdainfully. The atmosphere at the table where the girl was seated was uncomfortable, and Camille felt embarrassed. As she continued speaking, Enoch's brows furrowed.