The Villainess is Changing Her Role to a BroCon

"... your daughter thinks differently than her grandmother."

Almost decided on the design of the dress, Camilla told me to smudge it, and Ekaterina thought it was awkward.

"Hello, have you seen your grandmother?

"Yeah, by the time I ran out. Tough guy... No, he was a dignified, proud guy"

Say "fucking baba." Yeah. No.

I can't say anything, but I want to.

"With my grandmother… may I help you?"

"No!... No. Um, he was famous for ordering dresses frequently, so I tried to keep an eye on you and have made dresses for you. But although I gave it to you, you didn't mind. It was an intricately designed, luxurious dress..."

I'm pinned, as a socialite.

Kohon, and Ekaterina cough.

"Yes, at that time... have you paid?

"I know you very well. Yeah, I couldn't afford it."

K, SO, BA, BA, A ~ ~

If you're proud of yourself, don't step down from a rushing designer.

"Excuse me, may I have something to prove your unpaid"

"Yes, if that's the case, I have a letter for you. It's from a grandmother, but I don't accept it because I don't like it, so I have to pay."

... I'm getting a headache.

You don't want to pay for it because you don't like it while you take it in kind? Is your balls gushing?

"Mina......"

"I'll tell the butler."

"Thank you. Please show that letter to the butler and receive your payment. I apologize for my grandmother's behavior."

"Thank you......!

Camilla bows her head deeply.

I wonder if designers of dresses are hard to fund. I'm so sorry about fucking Baba.

"What a wonderful lady you are. He's kind, tasteful, young but good at public knowledge... I am thrilled that you are a princess of the Duke of Yurnova's house, and that you are at ease with someone like me."

Oh, no.

The contents are just not princesses. I'm so sorry.

Well, you're flattering me, but I'm surprised it's a lot of fraud over here.

"If you like this dress, please continue to do so."

"Yeah, welcome. I would be delighted if you would recommend it to the ladies of the Imperial Capital if you seemed to feel the possibility of designing with blue from heaven. It's not very well known yet."

"Yes! I would love to use it. I have an idea for those who are sensitive to new things that are going to look good on you. It's a wonderful color, and if it's for your daughter, I'll sell it to you."

"I'm glad to hear it."

Probably a plus for Mr. Camilla herself, right? You can make new suggestions to your customers.

Say hello at Win-Win!

After Camilla returned with the promise to complete the measurements on the spot and bring you a temporary sewing dress next week, Ekaterina headed to one of the rooms of the Duke's residence in the Imperial City.

It is a room decorated with portraits of the Duke of Yurnova and his family for generations. From the first Sergei to contemporary Alexei, different figures fill a wide wall.

Looking up and smiling at the two shots with his dandy grandfather Sergei, who hung loosely in his chair, and Alexei, a beautiful teenage boy still without one-glasses, standing beside him with a serious look on his face, gently prepared his mind, Ekaterina shifted her eyes next to it.

... Big for nothing!

A young woman is portrayed in a very large portrait. Very beautiful. Sleek, tall, and luxurious costume itself. Luxurious tiara twinkles on the long, water-colored hair tied together, and the necklace and earrings are adorned with huge gems. You're supposed to be smiling. Some cold cut length eyes, water color. It annoys me to resemble your brother.

This is my grandmother. of, when I was younger. Empress Alexandra.

Why are you confusing portraits of the Duke of Yurnova with portraits of the Empress! You were when we weren't family yet. This!

(fucking baba)

Don't speak up and squeal. Don't sound like Mina holding back.

Hmm! And I turned to him, and I looked next to him.

It hangs on a chair in a relaxed manner, with long legs, and depicts a superb aesthetic with a sweet grin. This one looks just like your brother without his watery hair, watery eyes and one-eyed glasses. Father, Alexandre.

Next door, brother. Rin stands with his sword in his hand, Reiki Young Lord. The father's beautiful face is tight and tight, probably because he realizes that he has to stand alone, with enormous power and tremendous wealth, with the Duke of Yurnova on his back, and he is about to face it.

Unlike me, who resembles your mother, your brother's face is lineage of grandmother and father. It just looks like the color of the two eyes is just water color and not neon blue as if your brother's that impressive, self-emitting light. It's a portrait, so maybe I just couldn't draw it all that far.

Nevertheless, if you are a portrait of your brother, both the two shots with your grandfather and the one with your brother are a good representation of the color of your brother's eyes. It could be the painter's skill difference. But I'd like to think it was a really different shade.

"Lady."

Called in a voice that wasn't Mina, Ekaterina turned around.

An elderly woman in a black dress. The dress is the attire of a housekeeper who binds a female servant. However, she is not a housekeeper.

"The butler has told me. Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I wonder if you were my grandmother's maid."

"It's the left. My name is Nonna Zares."

"Yes. Your grandmother ordered dresses frequently, right? I guess I haven't disposed of it yet, I'd like to see what it is once and for all. Please show me to the storage area."

Then Nonna just lowered her head slightly, turned her back on the fudge and Ekaterina, and walked out without any footsteps.

This attitude......... well, I had some anticipation.

Walking after that, Ekaterina asks Nonna.

"From you, what was your grandmother like?

"She was the best lady I've ever met."

I get a clear answer. It's like knowing exemplary answers.

"So what's your father like?

Now, there was a little while before the answer.

"... he was wonderful. The more I captivated every woman, the more enchanting it was. Not only was he beautiful, but he was a sophisticated gentleman and was always nice to women. He was always probably the one who sang about his life, regardless of his boring care."

- In short, it's a tadpole!

Besides, captivating every woman...... he's a thalassi bastard at a ton of demo level. It's Mr. Koyuen. Your face looks just like your brother's, but this is what happens when you pour your brother's specs into taracing women, isn't it the final form?

You're still letting your kid's brother do some clerical work on the back, a life song, and a fucking father.

"Well, yeah. I wonder what boring care is, for example."

Nonna turned around and looked closely at Ekaterina.

"Paperwork, money accounts, it's such a tasteless, dry thing."

"Well. Your father didn't account for the money."

Ekaterina looks back at Nonna with a funny-looking smile on her heart.

Nonna's gaze became harsher, but Ekaterina's smile was frightening.

Puppy turns a blind eye and Nonna walks out again.

Huh, I won.

I don't care.

But arriving at the destination. Ekaterina nearly collapsed from her knees.

What the hell!

It wasn't like a walk-in closet. Walk-in hall! It's normal to walk in the hall, but the hall fills tightly with dresses enough for a small party to open! Entire hall closet! The hall is the graveyard of the dress!

Is it to prevent the dress from fading, or the horror taste of the countless dresses you put on your torso looking thin and blurry in the dark with the window armor doors closed!

Fucking Baba obsession. Yes, and seriously scary.

"This is not everything either. There are many more in the main residence of the Duke's Land.

This is what your wife will do. "

Nonna is proud for some reason.

"My grandmother ordered dresses at least once a week. I would never summon a dress through my sleeve twice once, and instead of wearing it if I didn't care what I could, I couldn't even forgive you to see it again. This luxury, this perseverance, is a testament to the supreme lady."

And Nonna looked cold at Ekaterina.

"The lady said she would be in the Imperial Capital for about two months, but this is the first time she's ordered a dress. It's lamentable. What do you think of Yurnova's family name?

In order not to be insulted from the lower ones, we must also show the help of the Duke's family. Let me introduce you to some of the best designers who have worn your grandmother's tough glasses. From now on, at least every weekend, we don't make dresses for you.

The way you treat your servants should also be made aware of the fact that your daughter is far from being your wife. I'll tell you what my grandmother would have done. The only one who can do that is me, who served nearest to your grandmother.

I will make your daughter a fine lady. "

"Well... is your lady something that can be ordering a lot of dresses?

"It shows that you are a financially capable home. But that's even crap. Your lady just lives in beauty. It is the way your lady behaves to despise all the lowlifes trapped in the rubbish of wealth and power and strive to hone her own beauty surrounded by beauty."

"Well."

Put your hand on your mouth, ho ho, and Ekaterina laughed.

"How nasty"