Julietta’s Dressup
Chapter 32: The Principality Of Bertino, Part XIII

Chapter 32. The Principality Of Bertino, Part XIII

Translator: Khan

Editor: Aelryinth

’You’re lying without a smile on your face.’

She pretended to be polite, but the mouth of Killian, who had seen the look before, rose sharply.

"Really? I’m glad you think so about your master. Then I’ll take your grateful will. Read these documents aloud until we arrive."

Julietta frowned at once. ’Who did I feel sorry for?!’

Five minutes ago, he stoned her and she reluctantly accepted the pile of documents handed to her by the Prince.

"Read from the first page."

Looking into the heavy papers, Julietta sighed and began to read them...

"... so the jewelers in Austern are now saturated, and I don’t think the new jewelry business that you’re about to start with is very good. If you’re going to start a jewelry business, I think you should focus on drawing attention by discriminating against existing jewelers."

"Stop."

Julietta, who had been reading for a long time with a sore throat, stopped reading at the sudden order of the Prince.

By his appearance, he was intently thinking of something without saying a word. After a long time, she gently put down the papers. The Prince’s order was given to her, as she held her breath in the hope that he would remain lost in thought, and her eyes closed slightly.

"Stop the carriage and call Albert."

It was a rare serious and calm order. Julietta knocked the driver’s seat to stop the carriage, and then ran back to the carriage following.

"Your Highness, did you call me?"

Albert hurried over to the carriage Killian was riding. He thought Julietta might have offended the Prince. He climbed into the carriage with a thumping heart, praying that Mrs. Auguste would quickly find a new maid.

"Albert, let’s stop by a town with a big jeweler before we get to Ricaren. Adam seems very skeptical about the jewelry business. But since my sense is telling me not to give up on the business, I have to find a way."

Julietta glanced down at the documents she had left next to her, looking at the Prince who swept his head and was seriously talking to Albert about his work. She nodded silently, looking at the tightly packed letters on the papers she had read.

’Yes, you can get stress if you work so hard. I can understand your bad personality. You are from the top one percent of the royal family, and you’ll be able to spend your whole life playing around, as you’ve been brought up so revered. Yeah, I’m going to have to put up with it. I know your bad personality comes because you are distinguished.’

Julietta soothed her mind after peeping at her employer, who was as shiny as a Prince in a fairy tale, what with his appearance and ability.

After discussing how to change the route to Ricaren, when Albert returned to his carriage, the Prince closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the chair. At the appearance of fatigue, Julietta volunteered to work for him for the first time since she had started working.

"Your Highness, would you like a cup of tea?"

Killian’s eyes narrowed when the maid, who used to stare secretly and grumble whenever she had been ordered, suddenly showed kindness. "What are you up to?"

Julietta shrugged, feeling a strange homogeneity with the Prince, who was as much in doubt as she was. "I think it’s time for you to drink."

Killian smiled, feeling strangely comfortable with Julietta’s monotonous way of saying no if he didn’t like it.

"Yes, it’s time for a drink. It’s also time to get a massage."

’This is why black-headed animals are not to be collected.’

She gave a kindness with a warm heart, but the nasty Prince asked for a massage too, and she took out a glass bottle, staring at him without knowing it.

"Gee!"

The moment she took out the precious glass bottle, the carriage suddenly began to tilt with a bang as if it had hit something. Julietta was more frightened by the glass bottle that left her hand and plunged to the floor of the leaning carriage.

Everything was too late by the time she came to her senses, throwing her whole body to protect the glass bottle.

The problem was that Killian had to catch Julieta, who was standing dangerously in a leaning carriage. In an instant, the maid fell down on the noble Prince.

What was more serious was that the Prince’s hands, which were about to receive her fall, grabbed her back. The wire, which had been fixed to be round, was crushed and her slim waist was caught in his hands.

"What the hell is going on here?"

The wagon wheel was missing and off to one side. Killian’s hands clutched harder to keep her from moving as Julieta, bewildered, scrambled to get up from the Prince lying under her.

"..." No matter how brave Julietta was, there was nothing to say in that situation.

"Did I hire not a maid, but a swindler?"

As the fearfully cold Prince spoke, she thought her life might end today. Killian’s heartless hand came to her face, with no change in expression, even though he must have felt her trembling.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Are these glasses fake, too? Who the hell are you?"

As soon as Killian took off her glasses, the carriage that had fallen sideways with a noise began to rise. Julietta was quickly able to escape the Prince’s hands at the reaction, and stepped back to the corner and began to roll her head.

Unlike the noise outside, there was only a heavy silence inside the carriage. Julietta’s mouth froze at the sight of the Prince’s fierce glare.

Finally, when the carriage was set straight, Killian grabbed Julietta’s struggling arm and pulled it back in front of him. A chilly order erupted from Killian’s mouth as the captain of the knights, concerned about the Prince’s safety, tried to open the carriage door.

"Don’t open the door. I want you to fix up the party and move. I’ll ask you later about today’s accident."

The muddled surroundings quickly became quiet and the carriage began to move again soon after the Prince’s angry order.

Killian stared at Julietta with sharp eyes, sitting on the floor, and he began to grope her whole body with his undaunted touch. When the Prince’s hands moved from cottoned shoulders to her chest through arms, waist and legs, Julietta fumed at his hands, feeling greatly embarrassed.

Then she thought, If I am going to die anyway, why should I be so embarrassed by this man?

Killian stared silently at Julietta, after withdrawing his hands, as if she had not been trembling in fright, and leaned back after a long time.

"Who sent you?"

Julietta agonized for a moment at the dismal question of the Prince. She had nothing to say because she was not under someone’s spell, but if he found out that she had spilled wine on him, it could be adding fuel to the fire. However, she lifted her head, pretending to be calm, thinking that the more anxious she was, the more suspicious the Prince would be.

"Nobody sent me! I came in on my own. I needed a job, and I was just a cleaning maid at the recommendation of Duke Rhodius. If you’re in doubt, ask Marquis Rhodius."

Julietta’s way of talking about the Prince had been impudent for a maid, but neither was conscious at all of when it started.

"A cleaning maid? How did a cleaning maid end up working as my maid? And what the hell happened to that dress? You have to be honest and not think about lying."

Killian calmed down when he saw the maid raising her head proudly, as if she had done nothing wrong. In fact, it seemed too awkward to say she was a spy. It was ridiculous that Albert didn’t do a background check on anyone who would work as his own maid. However, he deliberately gave her a more stern look at the thought that he could not figure out why she was wearing such a strange disguise.