Chapter 32

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Chapter 32: The Maiden’s Aspiration and Gossip

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Silence fell upon the room.

The Kuroko maid sensed the disquieting air settling upon the room and stealthily exited the room.

My heart aches to tell my honest impressions to a girl of twelve years old, but I want to avoid the death route.

For a little, let’s humble myself…

“I told you my honest impressions, but I’m sorry if I damaged the mood. I can leave the room if you’d like…”

“Just a minute, please wait! What about this dress do you say doesn’t suit me? This dark pink color is fashionable in the royal capital, and there are a lot of cute frills. The maids and nobles I met today all praised me… and yet!”

Angela’s face turned bright red and she leaned forward to protest to me.

… This girl, she’s the same as the former Britney.

She was given compulsory words of “beautiful” and soaked in fleeting happiness with fictional compliments.

However, somewhere you should have noticed that it’s not true.

However, she didn’t seem to be confident at the party and expressly called me so I could offer my opinion.

While the party at the royal capital was said to be a casual gathering for only young nobles, the actual situation was a tough place for appraisal and rating.

“Your Highness the princess, even without me sharing it you knew the truth, right?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t like saying such horrible things, but I don’t think it’s good to continue valuing yourself using pleasantries. In actuality, you desire something else, correct?”

Angela caught her breath, so it seems I hit the bull’s-eye.

Without overlooking that reaction, I continued speaking.

“Do you want to become beautiful? To not receive imitation compliments, but for your surroundings to praise you from the heart? Are you satisfied as things are now?” (TLN: Then order now! Only twelve easy installments of $29.99 plus shipping and handling.)

After the princess remained silent, I slowly got up from my seat to leave the room.

Were I to remain in the room, it would only make Angela feel uncomfortable.

However, as I stood up she called out to stop me.

“Please wait! I still haven’t heard your response to my previous question! Please teach me the reason why this dress doesn’t suit me!”

Angela, who became emotional, was glaring at me with a furu furu sound while trembling. (TLN: furu furu = frou-frou = a rustling noise made by someone walking in a dress.)

Until I answered her question I couldn’t leave this place.

(I need to say something without delay so I can escape from this place.)

I obediently answered Angela’s question.

“Your Highness the princess… Just like Nora here, you failed to select a dress that suited you.”

“What do you mean? Even though this dress was made by an artisan in the royal capital?”

“Ee, it’s no mistake that the dress is a good one. It is a lightly fluttering dress like a flower and I admire it. I understand your feelings. However, sadly, such a dress does not suit the likes of us…”

As I said that, Angela and Nora were simultaneously taken aback.

“W, what-!”

“That, how blunt…”

I understand their feelings well.

The past Britney also had a period where she yearned for a lovely pink fluttering dress.

I think there are a lot of girls that secretly yearn for that.

However, it’s sad but those types of dresses choose the person they’re worn by.

When someone who doesn’t suit the dress wears it, it just curiously floats without being worn well.

It’s the dream of young girls to be covered with frills, but at the same time, there was a blatant cruelty.

“First of all, Your Highness the princess, your dress drowns out your refined, tidy nature. Rather than dark and deep colors, I think bright colors would suit you better… Even if it’s the same pink color, were Nora to wear it, it would suit her better.”

Despite being the villainess, Angela has a visage that better suits light pastel colors.

Although she has a little snug, plain face, the shape is arranged somewhat favorably. Were she to embrace her tidy and mysterious figure, there is a possibility of becoming beautiful in the future.

“Next, Nora. I’m sorry to say, but the frilly pink dress does not suit your dignified presence. Were you to wear a stylish chic dress instead, I think that not only men but even women would be captivated.”

“Britney…”

“And lastly, with my body’s figure, hair, and eye color… pink does not suit me at all. Maa, I’m chubby so it’s out of the question anyway.”

After all, we’re the villainess trio – a maiden’s aspiration only suits a pretty girl with a soft atmosphere like the protagonist Merrill.

It seems this is the first time it’s been clearly said to her. It looks like Angela received quite a shock.

“… Britney. Were you the princess’ costume clerk, what color dress would you have me wear?”

“It’s only the view of an amateur, but probably the same light violet color as your eyes. Besides that, I would choose a bright color for your lipstick, and have you wear your hair a little more loosely.”

In my previous life, I had a similar plain face like Angela.

To say it clearly, compared to a Yamato Nadeshiko, I was like a knockoff kokeshi doll… Due to that, I studied as much as I could to become fashion-conscious.\n<h6>Yamato Nadeshiko example (from anime Yamato Nadeshiko ShichiHenge)</h6>\n<h6>Kokeshi Doll</h6>

Humans are creatures that judge others by their outward appearance.

When you talk to someone for the first time, it’s said that appearance accounts for more than half of their first impression. The remaining amount is decided by your wording and voice, with the contents of the conversation affecting it by less than ten percent.

If your appearance is judged as “disliked” it’s your loss. Britney surely fails there but…

“… I see. That’s a considerably interesting argument. That much is sufficient.”

Angela breathed a sigh and picked up her teacup. Now without delay, I will take Nora and leave the princess’ room.

(With this, Angela must hate me. Perhaps the possibility of becoming a follower has completely disappeared.)

With that thought, I made preparations to head to my guest room.

“Nora, I’m sorry. I said a lot of bad things about your dress.”

“No worries, I vaguely realized that it did not suit me well. As I thought, what I like and what looks good on me differ… My maids told me “it suits you,” but it seems they were just trying to butter me up. Receiving Britney’s honest words makes me feel refreshed.”

“Nevertheless, I’m sorry.”

“Fufu… Then, next time could you help me choose my dress?”

“… If you’re okay with me.”

“Then it’s decided. Beyond that, I’d like you to tell me what type of woman Ryuze-sama likes.” (TLN: Nora, no!)

As I thought, Nora seems to hold affection for my cousin Ryuze.

“… As for that person, I think it would be better to pass on him.”

“What~, are you jealous~? Britney, do you long for Ryuze-sama as well?”

“Don’t be absurd, I wouldn’t even think of marrying that man. Since you don’t know the true nature of Ryuze-oniisama, you can still say such a thing. That person is…”

Once we arrived in front of the guest room, still engaging in girl’s talk, Nora’s face gradually paled.

“What’s wrong, Nora?”

Somehow it seems she’s looking behind me but…

(Is there something there?)

With an uneasy feeling, I looked over my shoulder. Standing there with a refreshing smile was my cousin…!

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Translator’s Corner:

RUN.

Also, I finally added Vivi’s fan drawings of Britney’s horrible taste in dresses to Chapter 17. Thank you once again!

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