# 110
Sirius looked directly at Charlotte and said to her.
Charlotte was only the mother of the Third Prince and had no official status, so it was not wrong for him to call her “you,” but no one would dare to call her like that.
Even more surprising were the words added after it.
Dearyn's heart skipped a beat.
Although Charlotte still treats the two with kindness, she is one of the old people of the palace, and no one knows when or how her attitudes will suddenly change.
Sirius was originally the First Prince, and had every right to treat Charlotte roughly, but now he was just a soldier in the Eighth Legion, and was in no position to treat the Third Prince's mother so boldly.
'Is this acceptable? Could it really be like this?'
While Sirius was calm, Dearyn felt like she was going to die.
What if Charlotte gets angry and blows things up? Will the First Prince's secret be revealed? If that happened, she would become a priestess supporting the First Prince.
Sweat dripped down her back. Now I understand the meaning of the saying, “You should choose carefully who you side with.”
But in contrast to Dearyn's nervousness, Charlotte smiled again.
“Is that so?”
But even Dearyn noticed the corners of her mouth twitching.
They were about to enter a dangerous path that could end in death or life together. Others' reactions became more sensitive than usual.
'Charlotte was affected by Sirius' words, I mean...'
It means that Sirius hit the nail on the head.
The second prince is trying to overthrow him but he doesn't care about the throne? This is very strange.
Either he's pretending or there's another reason.
“We have to live, don't we?”
“We can leave the palace.”
If the Second Prince becomes Emperor, the Third Prince must leave the palace. If he was not interested in the throne at all, it would be better for them to stay away from the palace from the beginning. Many princes who were far from the caliphate did so in history.
But despite repeated assassination attempts, Charlotte did not leave the palace and barely survived.
“Even if you leave the palace, they will try to kill you.”
“Why?”
“Because if the Second Prince decides to do something, he carries it out.”
Charlotte answered in a roundabout way.
Dayaren vaguely felt that there was another reason.
“If the Second Prince doesn’t become the Crown Prince, doesn’t that mean the Third Prince won’t be killed?”
“…….”
Charlotte's eyes twitched.
The plan was initially intended to expose the Second Prince's evil deeds and remove him from the throne.
But now, in order to save the Third Prince's life, they are trying to overthrow the Second Prince.
The speech began to become contradictory.
“Do you want to kill the second prince?”
“…….”
Charlotte trembled as she looked at Sirius.
In contrast, Sirius's eyes were calm, unchanging, no matter how long he stared.
Because of his calmness, Charlotte began to control the twitching of her eyes.
“If I wanted to, could you do it?”
"maybe."
But actually, Sirius was someone who might be able to.
Charlotte smiled wryly.
“I'll ask for it if I need it later.”
Even if it was an impossible thing to say, Sirius's strength made Charlotte become more steadfast.
The trembling was completely gone.
“The most important thing now is how we reveal your wonderful identity at the party.”
"Yes."
Sirius also did not delve further into Charlotte's intentions and politely backed down.
Charlotte slowly began to end her visit.
But at that moment, Dearyn raised her hand.
“There is so much more we need.”
Killing the second prince is one thing, but the ceremony is another matter.
No matter the goal, getting Sirius to shine at the party was a task more important than anything else D'Arrin had.
What does he need to shine?
"More decorations! More gaudiness!"
What she thought was enough clothing and jewelry stored so far was just ignorance.
When she entered the palace and her standards rose, she now understood the meaning of “glamorousness.”
“H-Okay… I’ll send a tailor.”
“He must be the best tailor!”
“…I'll take the best I can get.”
Deyarin herself was not easy going.
Although different in type, it was like a wood stove burning with oil; Before the fire is lit, it is just junk, but if it catches fire, no one can stop it.
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"the next."
“H-Is that inappropriate too?”
"the next."
“This is fabric imported from the far south...”
“Next.”
Sweat was pouring from the tailor's forehead.
He heard that this was an aristocrat from a remote village, and he internally underestimated her.
But after he started working, he began to doubt himself: “Am I really that helpless?”
“W-How about this…?”
“Not good.”
"Yes…!"
The tailor ducked his head again at Sirius' cold assessment.
All the underestimation he felt was gone.
These customers were never easy.
At first, he thought he was trying to impose himself by shouting “no good” for no reason.
But that man's eye was very insightful.
“The thread is loose.”
“But it is actually of the highest quality!”
“Thread thickness is inconsistent.”
This subtle difference is not obvious to the untrained eye.
It seems that the countryside now is not the countryside of those days that he knew, or perhaps those lands bore the name of the countryside but were in fact huge properties.
“Just a moment, I'll take out the cloth I've been keeping so carefully.”
The tailor had a trump card.
Very valuable fabric for display only.
On the surface, it looks pitch black and people don't know its value easily, but the more you look at it, the more luxurious and eye-catching it looks.
Most people like it but it doesn't look impressive at first glance, so they hesitate to pay a large amount of money.
But after seeing it, it becomes easy to spend money on other, flashier and more expensive fabrics.
How will this young man react?
"not bad."
“……”
Sirius' response was simple.
His soul was half removed from the tailor's eyes.
“That's just 'not bad'? This is actually pretty good!”
“Of everything you've brought so far.”
“It's the best thing... of what I have.”
“Of course, because it's Maranta.”
The tailor's mouth opened in astonishment.
He even knew the name of the fabric!
This was truly a legendary fabric that only a few knew about. It is produced in a country very far in the East, which cannot even be easily passed through.
The species of silkworms used to make the thread is different, which makes the fabric shine itself, and the weaving method is also different, and while weaving the fabric a distinctive pattern and shine are added, making it different from ordinary fabrics.
This prince was undoubtedly unlike any ordinary prince.
“Among the Maranta fabric, this is the lowest quality.”
"What?!"
“There is a piece of fabric with uneven threads. I heard that such pieces are thrown away.”
“What?! What are you saying?!”
"here."
The tailor stuck his nose into the spot Sirius had indicated and inspected it.
“Oh!”
Sirius' words were true.
There was a defect that had not been discovered before.
“It seems they found this fabric and resold it.”
The tailor heard that whisper from Sirius and was shocked again.
He had just discovered that he was keeping a discarded cloth like a treasure.
“But since it's the best, I'll use it.”
“Ah... excellent choice...”
The tailor, who seemed to have lost his soul, stuttered. He lost his enthusiasm to sell at a high price after this surprise.
“Since the fabric has a defect, the price will be half the price.”
“Yes…do as you want…yes?”
The tailor quickly noticed and asked again.
But the cloth was already in Sirius' hand.
“I said yes.”
“……”
If a rumor came out of Sirius’s mouth saying, “That tailor is trying to sell defective fabric at a high price,” it would be worse for him. He bowed his head and was about to cry.
Deyarin, who was watching the scene from her side, exclaimed.
The prince's noble look that arose among the precious objects was astonishing, but the skill of negotiating the price was also remarkable. Where did you learn this?
...She suddenly remembered what she did to herself. Was it me?
...For this reason, you cannot drink cold water in front of children. I felt the weight of responsibility as a pastor.
'I'll overlook that.'
She turned her head away, but Sirius suddenly extended the cloth towards her.
"What?"
Sirius smiled brightly as he examined the fabric.
“Fits her well.”
“...Wait, don't tell me.”
Sirius achieved that surprise.
“I'll make a dress out of it too.”
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