Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Chapter 270

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Chapter 270

Translator: Yonnee

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“Thank you for looking for me, Leona.”

“It’s nothing. I will always protect you by your side from now on.”

Leona knelt before me, answering earnestly.

Huh? By my side?

Something about that phrase felt off. As I tilted my head in confusion, Schubert was the first to speak.

“For the time being, she will be your escort knight.”

“…Isn’t it a bit too much for a knight commander to serve as an escort knight? I heard earlier that you’re the Commander of the Eagle Knights!”

I was happy to learn she had become a distinguished knight commander, but the sudden news of her becoming my protector felt like a bolt from the blue.

“Leona, have you been threatened or pressured in any way? If there’s any problem, just wave a carrot^[1].”

When I asked seriously, Leona shook her head.

“Not at all. Protecting a dragon contractor is the highest honor for a knight. And it’s only until the execution of Rosé Artius is concluded, so I’m truly fine.”

But, um, why wave a carrot?

When Leona added that last part, I was caught off guard by my own slip of the tongue, and so I hastily retracted my words.

“Ah, never mind that. So, you mean the execution of Rosé Artius will happen soon.”

“Yes, in two days.”

That would be after my conversation with Rosé.

I hadn’t discussed Rosé with Albert, so I was unaware.

Had it been Albert, he probably would have informed me after the visit to Rosé tomorrow.

It was a matter he didn’t need to mention in advance. He’s really precise with his dealings.

Albert’s biggest concern once I talk to Rosé might be whether she could harm me again.

He must have put some safety measures in place, but I wonder what they could be. I trust him, so I’m not worried, but I am curious.

Just as I was about to ask more, Mercy vigorously shook her head, her expression determined.

“Let’s not talk about work now. When we’re out like this, we’re supposed to enjoy ourselves.”

Mercy, already seated and happily going through a stack of papers with her name on them, added.

“Choose quickly, Sister. Both you too, White Dragon and Blue Dragon. I’ve swept up all the men’s clothing catalogs for you.”

Mercy clapped her hands, lightening the mood.

She handed out catalogs to me, Blanc, Alexander, and even Schubert, who were seated in order on the sofa.

Thus began our extravagant shopping spree.

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Crowell’s shop was famous for being expensive even with the locals of the capital.

A single dress would cost as much as a house—that’s how expensive the prices here were.

It was said that such lavish and costly decorations were generously used.

We ordered twenty outfits per person.

The visitors to this place included Mercy, me, Blanc, Alexander, and Schubert, which left us with a grand total of a hundred outfits.

“…This is crazy.”

To buy twenty high-end outfits tailored just for me.

Even though I had become wealthier, I was still a commoner at heart—I trembled at the thought of spending such a staggering amount of money.

“Now, since we have twenty evening dresses, we must also order twenty sets of nightwear.”

Mercy’s spending did not end there.

“If we have evening dresses, we can’t lack tea party dresses either. Let’s also get twenty each of these.”

…In the end, we had to order one hundred outfits each before we could leave the shop.

Fortunately, the more money we spent, the more refreshed Mercy’s face looked.

We left Crowell’s shop in high spirits.

Blanc, Alexander, and Schubert, dressed sharply in suits provided by Crowell, followed us. It was like a scene from a movie.

“Now, next is the jewelry store. Pick whatever you want.”

After entering the jewelry store, Mercy asked to have anything that caught her eye packaged. This included me as well.

The shop owner moved briskly with an ecstatic face.

Every time my gaze moved, the jewels displayed disappeared swiftly.

We swept through the three-story large jewelry store like thieves—but legally, not illegally.

“Now, onto the next store, everyone.”

Entering the next location with the excitement of a shopping tour, it was a shoe store.

Having bought a hundred outfits per person, Mercy loudly claimed it only made sense to match them with a hundred pairs of shoes each and bought them all without even trying them on.

“It’s only proper to sweep through the streets like this…”

The tower lord’s material desire was greater than I thought…

Was this the world of the nobility?

I followed Mercy obediently, feeling as if I had entered a new world.

“Sister, let’s buy everything that catches your eye.”

The same happened when we went to a store that sold bags.

“Sister, you and I will buy everything in the space we breathe.”

This is what true flexing is.

I am but a humble, foolish mortal.

¹ ‘Wave a carrot is the second half of a Korean slang phrase, ‘If someone is forcing you to do this, just wave the carrot’—somewhat like, ‘Blink twice if […]’. Saying ‘carrot’ doesn’t really make sense in a non-Korean context, so Mercy was confused and Jung-in had to catch herself. ↩