I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country - I Am a Low-Class Aristocrat of a Perishing Country chapter 61

61 – Debutante (3)

The wagon loaded with shades naturally turned into a soft orange light.

It was the color of a mansion so grand that I still can’t believe I owned it. If you add an exaggeration, you can observe the baby ants with the naked eye even under the night sky.

However, the dazzling lighting of the mansion changed to achromatic as the carriage stopped. And as a woman revealed her form from within, the pure whiteness gradually eroded the mansion.

It was the color of Irlp.

“Neffi does everything as an escort, no big deal.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Yes?”

IRLPy put on a dazed expression at the reaction that didn’t mesh. Thinking back on it, it was a misunderstanding enough.

“No… I thought it was an escort unintentionally.”

“I bet you didn’t do it often enough to make it a habit.”

“I’ll do it more often in the future.”

“I’m a former knight commander. Won’t the people around me laugh at me?”

“Mirren will take care of all those bastards with a Mirren kick.”

“Foot, Mirren kick… No matter how many times I listen to it, I never get tired of it.”

We giggled for a while as we entered the mansion.

The spirit that Mirren shouted while throwing a hectopascal kick was already a dark history that will be teased forever.

Every time she imitated Mirren’s situation at the time with clumsy vocal cord copying, her face would burn red.

Arnel, who couldn’t bring himself to burst into laughter and made his whole body vibrate, was a bonus.

“Miren Kick aside… So why did Nefi escort you?”

“Actually, I didn’t mean to escort you, I just wanted to hold your hand.”

“Oh, is that so…”

“Very good. Ir Elfi.”

“Mueuuu, Nefi. Me too… That… Servants see…!”

“What do you think? I know we all share a bedroom.”

There must have been a lot of talk already. That unmarried men and women have already gone crazy. Or it may have been the opinion that inappropriate associations had gone too far.

No matter what, all of their guesses were wrong. Because our bed is a sound field like a priest’s bed. To put it simply, Ir Elfi and I are both pure souls who keep chastity.

Even if a 27-year-old man and woman insisted on that, she wouldn’t be very persuasive, but she couldn’t help it.

“Then… Are we going to the dressing room?”

“I can hug you. Do you want me to hug you?”

“Oh.”

I saw. For a very brief moment, the joy of her facial muscles…

I am far from the culture of this world, so I am not bound by conventions. However, she was an aristocrat among nobles and a heroine who lived as the head of the imperial family’s escort. She is accustomed to her way of life that suppresses her desires.

“However, as far as being hugged…”

“As far as being hugged?”

“Ugh…”

“Irlp?”

“I… Don’t know… I don’t know…”

“Uh… Uh uh?”

Suddenly, I am stunned by the soft touch of groping my nape. It wasn’t until I saw the face of Irelpi, who was getting closer, that I realized it. The source of the thrilling feeling was Ir Elfi’s knuckles.

“I don’t know… Please take responsibility.”

“Responsibility…? Huh!”

I lost my mind at the bright red blush of Elfie, who couldn’t help herself with her shame. It was because I didn’t know that Ir Elfi would allow her to act so boldly in front of others.

I was the one who felt awkward about being the brave decision of the Illelpi. It would have been quite worthwhile to see her being hugged like a princess with stiff movements like a machine.

‘Wow?’

I experienced a discrepancy between the elasticity of my thighs and the light weight that I inadvertently admired. It was astonishing that it was difficult to conceive of her having fought as her annihilator before her.

Moreover, the gesture of desperately burying one’s face near the collarbone to hide something embarrassing is so cute…

At that time, the chattering conversation with the excited voices around me lingered in my ears. It was the whisper of the servants who opened their eyes wide.

“Oh, look at that. Today, the two of you are very nice.”

“They’re so close, why hasn’t the engagement ceremony been held yet?”

“I’m still like that, but what will happen when we officially become a couple…”

“I hope you two get married soon. Then Marquis Justiha will be in the bedroom. At least he won’t come to the kitchen?”

‘Chef, I’m sorry I couldn’t stop Irrelpi from cooking. My morale is affected by stress, so I can’t bear to stop my hobby…’

Even the quiet voice of the servant comes into my ears. While listening unintentionally, we had a room in front of us that invited a dressing room.

I pushed the door with the rest of her foot, as her hands were not enough to hold Irfi.

In the back, the spacious space was filled with costumes and staff from the dressing room were waiting to help try on them.

A woman with enchanting eyes approached between the numerous costumes arranged like a maze.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! The two marquises are romantic!”

It was the appearance of the madam, who had previously worn the wedding dress of Ir Elp. It was not at all burdensome for her to stare closely at Ir Elf, who had been coddled in her arms.

“It’s over now, put it down!”

“Oh, yes!”

I hurriedly retrieved the hand that had been supporting Irlp. Then, Ir Elfi’s body, which had no support for a moment, floated.

Originally, it was normal for her buttocks to be pounded, but Ir Elfi’s physical strength was abnormal. She rose superhumanly as if lying on her invisible bed, defying her gravity.

Madam was unaware of her rare sights.

“You two are… How to say… Well, fantastic.”

“I’m a little bit like this.”

“Praise until this, Nephido Cha-am…”

“Isn’t it true that we are talking in the same context, Marquis…?”

Madame’s tackle had a grumbling aspect. I approached the main drug while clearing my throat.

“Keuheum. First of all, thank you for Madam’s visit.”

“I’m sorry. Thanks to you, I got the title of the first dressing room invited to that famous mansion?”

It is said that the mansions of the nobility of the country were treated the same as national treasures for 400 years. It was for that reason that all of the servants belonged to the imperial family.

The signboard of the dressing room, which was the first to be invited to a national treasure, will draw quite a lot of attention.

“Hmmm. But there are so many outfits Madame has prepared for you. I was going to finish it with just five or six of them.”

“Oh my God, moderate? This is Marquis Justiha’s first dress in 10 years! You have to choose carefully!”

“Irlp. Should I just buy from one side to the other?”

“No. It’s cumbersome… After all, it’s the same thing I have to wear, right?”

“Marquis Justiha has been wearing a uniform for a while, so it’s only natural that she would feel uncomfortable trying on a dress. But it’s only one debut for Lady Justiha, right? Close your eyes and try your best just this time, Marquis!”

“Ugh. That’s right. For Mirren’s sake… Phew!”

The madam’s gentle speech skill even removed the refusal of the Illelpi. Soon, they looked at the labyrinth of dresses to try on in earnest.

“How about this, Marquis Justiha?”

The dress the madam recommended was a wine-red colored dress that was lavishly decorated. Elfie expressed disapproval by drooping her eyes.

“Madame. I’m sorry, but please refrain from flashy or jeweled clothes. I shouldn’t wear them.”

“Irelp…”

A light shade was cast over the face of the Elf. I could easily guess why.

She was the kind of woman who would admit that enjoying even a little bit of happiness was a sin. To show it off externally would be a mission that exceeded the permissible limit.

But that’s just her situation. I decided to embrace even the Ir Elfi who kept her sins. I want to decorate IrLP happily with my perfect selfishness. If guilt puts the brakes on her actions, I will forcefully shove her back.

“Oh, is that so? It’s been a while, but since the customer’s request takes precedence, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“No. Let’s choose a dress that will suit Illelpi as much as possible.”

“Neffi? I’m fine. I don’t like flashy costumes.”

“I miss you.”

“However…”

“Hmm.”

I slowly moved her steps as far as the hesitant Ir Elfi. It was hard for her to guess her intentions, and she hesitated in her stiff posture. Shrinking to the fullest, she looked just right to be placed in her arms.

“Neffi?”

Ill Elf carefully calls his name. I didn’t answer, but I hugged her and squeezed her arm tightly. She was startled with her lips hidden in her bosom, tightly pressed against her.

“Ah, what are you doing all of a sudden?!”

“I’m going to stay like this until you put on the dress.”

“There are so many eyes to see!”

“Yes, a lot.”

From madams shouting exclamations, to staff in the dressing room, and even some servants. The back of his head stung from the intense gazes gathered from all directions.

In the end, the first person to raise the white flag was Ir Elfi, who still had the consciousness of being an aristocrat.

“Okay! I’ll wear it, more on this later…!”

“Later?”

“In the bedroom… In…”

“Oh my God, my God, my God!”

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Perhaps the words came out subconsciously because he was so flustered. Even I, who pushed forward, would be shocked because my face turned red? Ir Elfi belatedly realized her mistake and explained it clumsily.

“Ah, hugging and sleeping is the end! That’s the limit!!!”

“Of course, Marquis. It’s okay. Uh-huh… I should have brought the night outfit as well.”

“A costume for the night?!”

Instinctively, I thought of a thin piece of clothing with all sorts of censorship.

For example, a short one-piece dress in which the immaculate flesh is visible through the translucent fabric. It is a length that does not cross the pelvis even though it adheres to the narrow waist line of the IrLP. Even if you kiss through your clothes, you can fully enjoy the texture of the smooth fabric and the touch of fine skin…

“Neffi! What are you thinking?!”

“……… Nothing happened!!! …!!!!”

“A lie! It’s a lie!”

“More than that, madam? You mean the night outfit.”

“NEPY!!!”

The costume issue of the night could be concluded only after Irlfi screamed out loud. Madam and I only lick our lips belatedly.

It was around the time I was thinking about making a surprise visit to Elfi’s dressing room without her knowledge.

The madam touched her palms and activated the switch for her work mode.

“Now then, let’s try on the marquise’s dress? The design is the best to show off your charm! I understand that you allowed it.”

“Ugh, I see. Since when did Nepi become so sour…”

“hahahaha.”

Even though I laughed out loud on the outside, there was only one thing that dominated my head.

‘Attire of the night… Adult pajamas worn by Illelpie…’

Inflating 50,000 imaginations alone. On the one hand, he turned around and hid his stupid face. It was obvious without looking at the features that reminded me of a vulgar and lewd picture.

‘No matter how early Elpi is, will she wear it on her wedding day? Marriage… Marriage.’

With the flow of consciousness, the shape that dominated my head gradually changed. It goes through the process of being eroded by the memories of her past in the figure of Ir Elfi, who is wearing a thin cloth close to her naked body.

What was projected as a memory was the scenery of the Chester Mansion after returning from the battle with Illelpi.

That day, Bartlante asked.

[By the way, when are you two going to get married?]