Report, Contact, Discuss [Part 1]
Arthur was brought along by his father to mingle with members of the Knight Order whose rank was high enough to be invited to this evening party. In the middle of the conversation, Arthur felt that one part of the venue became oddly soft and bright.
Arthur’s POV
Perhaps because this evening party was held so suddenly, the young ladies among the invitees seemed a little tired. Those whose dresses weren’t finished in time were wearing a dress they had worn before with a bunch of ribbons and accessories to cover it up. Then there were young ladies wearing poorly-tailored dresses, and young ladies who were clearly wearing inappropriate dresses…
The venue that looked brilliant at first glance was filled with a heavy air from the bloody efforts and shame of the young ladies.
Even so, a soft, gentle atmosphere drifted only in one place.
There stood my younger sister Marion and her close friends. A dress from the Stuart family was delivered through the Rothschild Company to my sister, who insisted on wearing her knight uniform. That dress fitted perfectly, more so than the dress the tailor took hours to measure and make.
When my beautiful sister wore the dress, she looked very much like a dignified lady.
And now, around my sister, her friends also wore dresses that fitted and suited them perfectly. In the middle of the group, Lady Emma of House Stuart, dressed in a pure white dress, was generously showering everyone with her soft smile.
It’s difficult to say that they didn’t stand out.
At the evening party meant to be a battlefield for young ladies, the difference was apparent between one group of young ladies who were on edge and full of wounds because they couldn’t prepare proper “equipment,” and against the other group of young ladies who wore well-tailored dresses different from the normal trend, which were made to suit their individual personalities and style.
Who could stop anyone in the venue from glancing that way?
Even if there was Count Stuart in the back glaring and shooting daggers from his eyeballs at every noble son who sent burning gazes towards Emma.
If this was a battlefield, the outcome had already been decided. Even though the evening party hadn’t even started yet.
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“Emma-chan!”
Then, someone with a graceful, cream-colored dress suddenly joined their circle.
Everyone stopped breathing for a moment.
Seeing the Stuart family give a bow with a happy smile, the guests in the venue followed along in a fluster.
It was the royal concubine, Rose Alicia Royal-sama.
It’s been rumored that Rose-sama had changed the way she dressed about a year ago, and I had seen her several times at evening parties, but it was the first time I saw her from such a close distance.
Splendid, light gray embroidery on the cream-colored velvet dress. Shoulders, chest, legs, all the skin that she had generously exposed since last year were all hidden, and the heavy jewelries she used to wear lavishly were now only the pearls adorning her ears.
To be blunt, it was a plain dress. And too-simple accessories no matter how I looked at it.
Even so, why did she look so beautiful? It’s inappropriate for me to harbor this feeling towards my schoolmate’s mother, but I was a little dizzy from her strong charm.
Even though the skin was totally unexposed and the fabric’s color was not flashy.
It was because they were hidden, that they stood out even more, those huge breasts…
Had she been… this beautiful?
End of Arthur’s POV
Not just Arthur but many guests also revised their perception of Rose’s beauty.
“Ro-chan, that dress suits you too well! You’re always so beautiful every time I see you!” Even though Emma was told that casual speech was okay after the vassals bow, she still held back because it was a formal occasion and whispered to Rose’s ears so only she could hear it.
“My! Thank you. Emma-chan, too, is super cute!”
*squeeze*
Rose hugged Emma tightly in her embrace.
Due to the height difference, Emma’s cheeks were pressed against Rose’s well endowed chest with enviable elasticity.
Emma thought to herself. ‘It’s bliss. I will enjoy these huge breasts, thank you.’
The hug between an elegant beauty with huge breasts and an innocent, ephemeral daughter of a Count had also given a sudden birth to the concept of yuri, which didn’t exist in this world before, with a destructive force that even the venue’s brilliance couldn’t compete against.
