Julietta's Dressing Up

Chapter 33. The Principality Of Bertino, Part XIV

Translator: Khan

Editor: Aelryinth

"When I was five years old, I was orphaned and I was left in the theater. For an orphan without a guardian, the theater is a dangerous place. So I just got used to dressing up so that I wouldn't attract people's attention in order to protect myself. When I was able to leave the theater and work as a maid, I didn't know where I was working, so I decided to keep my disguise."

The only disguise in the theater was a wig and make-up, so it was nothing like what she was now, but Julietta, who thought it was not a lie, ignored her conscience. She waited impatiently for the Prince's answer, hoping that the Prince would please not associate herself with the wine case, after hearing about the theater.

At the plausible excuse, Killian once again looked over the maid in front of him. He thought she was not good enough to disguise herself, but he thought that being too cute was true, and that it could not be dismissed as being excessively self-conscious of herself.

Even she looked so cute to his eyes, but what about ordinary people? No one would think that his aesthetic sense was brilliant if he thought of the girl in front of him as being cute, but he was extremely generous to himself. He nodded as he recalled the young knight that kept hovering around his maid.

"That's good. I'll continue you to allow that disguise."

'Er, this isn't it.'

Though she had to be thankful that her head had not been cut off for deceiving the Prince, Julietta, who now knew the Prince to some extent, must have believed him without realizing it. She didn't really think he would fire or hurt her, so she now had a slight hope of taking off this uncomfortable, cumbersome dress and wearing a decent maid's uniform.

But she was 'allowed' to disguise herself. She didn't know why he allowed her to do so, but she didn't have anything to say to him since she had been working in disguise. Still, Julietta cautiously disagreed, "But now that you know that, I don't think I need to continue disguising myself."

Since he was a good owner, she didn't think what she had worried about in the first place would happen, so she cautiously said, "Why should I wear this cumbersome disguise?"

But Killian acted like he hadn't heard that.

"No. You don't have to stop wearing your familiar disguise. However, it is not necessary to continue disguising at night. I don't know what you wore inside your pajamas, but take it off and sleep comfortably."

The bottom line was that only in front of him should she not disguise herself. Killian, ignoring the maid who was moving her lips to say something, grabbed her, lifted her lightly and set her on the chair opposite him.

"Your name is Julietta?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"My whole body aches because I was underneath you. Start your massage, Julietta."

Putting his legs on the opposite seat, Killian deliberately, affectionately called her name. At the low voice, Julietta, who got goosebumps despite herself, frowned and grabbed the strong, heavy calf next to her.

After the Prince changed his route for the jewelry business, the group arrived at the hotel where they would stay until late at night.

Albert, who had been preparing for the Prince's wrath due to the carriage accident in the morning, was surprised to see the owner getting off the wagon pleasantly. Having no way of knowing what had happened in the carriage as they had never stopped at mid-day and hurried along to arrive early, called Julietta.

"Is there no place where his Highness is hurt?"

Julietta, who had been rubbing the Prince's legs and shoulders all day, replied insincerely with tired eyes, "He's not hurt. He's more lively than usual."

It was time to scold Julietta for her rude remarks. He found the Prince waiting for him over there.

Albert looked hard at Julietta, looking forward to seeing her later, and approached his master and asked why he had called. When Albert asked, he looked at him in a way that wondered what he was talking about. "I called you?"

"Yes. Haven't you been waiting for me?"

If he had entered the inn, he would have gone straight up to the room where he would spend the night. He thought the Prince had something to say, because he was waiting at the entrance of the stairs. But Killian ignored him and called the maid standing at the entrance. "Julietta!"

As the haggard-looking maid reluctantly approached at the Prince's call, Killian sent her up first and followed her up. As for Albert, who couldn't figure out what the situation was, he looked after them in a daze. Killian was thinking of something strange, looking at the swaying dress before his eyes.

'I'm going to have to send her up before the young knight gets close again. I can't let the first maid who's good at her job in a while be charmed by such play and quit. I'm the only one who will be uncomfortable.'

While Albert was looking up at his back with a stunned expression, Killian was merely desperate to protect his maid.

After a tiring day, Killian went to bed and looked at Julietta after she took off the bulky cotton clothes and donned pajamas with a surreptitious, surprised expression. He thought once again that he must keep her in disguise, for she looked so different after taking off that ugly dress.

Having no idea what Killian was thinking now, Julietta organized the gown the Prince had thrown off and was putting a blanket on the floor beside the bed where he lay.

When she took off her cotton clothes, which were a kind of shield, the loose clothes clung to her body. They were baggy pajamas without any decorations, used only for sleeping, but it revealed her lines without a single falsehood and were more seductive than any other woman's naked body.

She lay face down to organize the blanket with her round hips raised to his side, and he watched, being captivated without knowing it, but suddenly he heard Albert's voice outside.

"Your Highness, are you sleeping? Count Adam has arrived from Ricaren."

Adam, his aide who had managed the Principality of Bertino and handled the top and even small things of Bertino Business Group during his absence, had received the message sent in via magic this morning and seemed to have finally arrived.

In the thought that she was slightly annoyed by Killian, Julietta, who heard Albert's voice, stood up and started to open the door. Seeing her move, he bounced up like lightning in a desperate, quick move, as if attacked by an enemy.

"Where are you going to? The only place you can get around in this suit is my bedroom. Do you understand?"

At his appearance to turn her shoulders roughly and cry out fiercely, Julietta nodded blankly, and Killian went on again. "I'll go out, so you can change your clothes and come out. If you show that look to others, I won't let you go."

Killian, who was holding a pajama-clad woman and threatening her, and Julietta, who looked at him with surprised eyes, nodded; it looked very strange and misleading, and was a freakish appearance. But the two were not aware of their dangerous condition at all.

Killian was worried that her maid would look sloppy, so he thought it was just a remark, and Julietta nodded silently because she thought she was so ugly in her baggy nightgown.

Killian, who somehow didn't want to take his hands off her thin shoulders caught over her thin pajamas, patted his hands down along her slim arms. As he turned to don his gown, the door suddenly opened. Albert, who had been waiting for him, tried to come in to wake him up, wondering if the Prince or the maid had fallen asleep.

Boom! Killian shut the door a little bit loud, shouted outside in a hurry, "I'll be out soon, so wait!"

Without knowing that Albert was opening his mouth in a fit of panic as he looked at the hurriedly closed door, Killian hurriedly got dressed and Julieta, who was looking at him behind, turned her head in surprise.

Except for the first day and the next day, she had stopped waiting on the Prince's bath, it had been more than two weeks since she had used the same bedroom.

She could have gotten used to his walking around the bedroom in a naked body without any shame, but she still felt embarrassed enough to turn red.