Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 64

Chapter 64: The Runaway Princess and Her Knight

 

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Claire let out a long sigh and continued rummaging through the pile of clothes.

 

The maids exchanged glances hesitantly, their inner thoughts identical:

 

When will this ever end?

 

Where did Head Maid Anna go? Come save us!

 

First of all, who got Young Lady Lavendia’s clothes wet? It doesn’t seem like Young Lady Claire’s scheme…

 

Look at all these dresses on the floor, it’ll take so long to reorganize them, wuwu, the workload has increased dramatically.

 

The maids were suffering inside.

 

Claire poked her head out from the pile of clothes and angrily shouted: “What are you standing there for? Go get more clothes!”

 

“Yes!”

 

Wuwu.

 

Only working people understand working people’s pain.

 

The maids had no choice but to go back to the wardrobe to search.

 

Meanwhile, Lavendia silently looked at her soaking wet black formal dress.

 

Aurora’s haute couture, one of a kind.

 

Unfortunately, it was now wet and wrinkled, almost like a rag.

 

She could see Claire’s efforts in her eyes. But it seemed there was still no way to smoothly resolve this problem.

 

This dress… could it still be salvaged?

 

She tried rubbing her fingers together, feeling the fire element particles in the air.

 

It seemed she could gather them together, and could feel a burning sensation at her fingertips.

 

When her fingertips approached the palm of her other hand, she could also feel a slight heat.

 

It seemed she could dry it a bit, but there definitely wasn’t enough time.

 

…What a shame.

 

She was still too weak now, and hadn’t learned any proper magic, it was impossible to dry the whole thing.

 

Lavendia couldn’t resolve the current situation herself… She had to admit this fact.

 

After returning from the ball, she must work harder and study more diligently.

 

Otherwise, it would be like today.

 

Although her original intention was to prevent Claire from getting wet, wanting to protect her.

 

But because she was still too weak, in the end, she couldn’t control the situation herself, and only caused trouble for others.

 

Really not good enough.

 

Lavendia lowered her head and quietly reflected for a moment.

 

She gently put down that pitiful formal dress and turned her gaze back to Claire.

 

Our formally dressed young lady…

 

Was currently rolling around on the bed.

 

Her champagne-colored skirt was originally very delicate, like a carefully baked honey cake. Now after all the rolling, it had become a bit wrinkled.

 

Claire ignored it completely, lying face down on the small mountain of unsuitable formal dresses, silently clenching her fists and pounding the bed.

 

Haute couture, haute couture, damn haute couture!

 

Did none of you consider what would happen if your young lady suddenly developed in a couple years and couldn’t fit anymore!

 

Oh, just make new ones in a couple years, right.

 

This family is truly wasteful and extravagant!

 

『Host, time—』

 

『Host, why don’t you just give up and accept the punishment—』

 

『Host—』

 

So annoying!!

 

Claire pounded the bed even harder.

 

At this moment, an object by the bed suddenly caught her attention.

 

She blinked her eyes, sat up, and took it in her hand.

 

It was a leather belt.

 

Claire’s gaze followed this direction towards the headboard—

 

“What clothes are these?”

 

Betty was holding a huge pile of rejected dresses, almost unable to stand steady.

 

She walked over unsteadily and took a glance.

 

“Ah, this is the riding outfit that was delivered to you the day before yesterday.”

 

“Do you remember? At that time you said you wanted to go horseback riding and asked us to bring you the outfit.”

 

“But later Anna said you slept all afternoon and didn’t go riding, seems like you didn’t try on this outfit either.”

 

Claire unfolded the neatly folded clothes and her eyes lit up.

 

“What size is this outfit…?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

Betty blinked and said the word Claire most wanted to hear—

 

“It’s one size fits all.”

 

…This is the one!

 

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Outside the side door of the Grendel mansion, a carriage that had been prepared early was waiting.

 

The horse kicked its hooves in boredom and lowered its head to nibble at the shrubs.

 

The Grendel family crest on the carriage door was polished bright, reflecting dazzling sunlight.

 

Sophia stood waiting here holding the horse’s reins, checking her pocket watch quite anxiously.

 

She hadn’t fully understood what the maids said earlier in the communication crystal.

 

What did they mean by “Young Lady Claire is busy helping Young Lady Lavendia change clothes”?

 

And their voices were very low and hurried, unclear.

 

“This one won’t work, that one won’t work either, the wardrobe is about to be emptied!”

 

“Is Young Lady Claire trying to prevent Young Lady Lavendia from going to the ball…”

 

“Wuwu, Young Lady Claire glared at me, so scary!”

 

“Stop chatting stop chatting hurry up and work, wuwu.”

 

It was, well, very difficult to piece together the cause and effect.

 

Claire helping Lavendia change clothes… the clothes were clearly custom-made, why did they need to change?

 

Could it be…

 

Young Lady Lavendia was being bullied by Young Lady Claire?!

 

Sophia suddenly had a vision of Young Lady Claire cackling evilly while forcefully tearing at Lavendia’s formal dress.

 

What kind of hell scene was that, too horrifying.

 

This honest steward lady shuddered at her own imagination.

 

The master and madam had just left, had Young Lady Claire become so outrageous already?

 

No no, that shouldn’t be the case… right?

 

And Young Lady Lavendia should have been on guard against Young Lady Claire already… right?

 

Sophia raised her head to look at the mansion’s windows, almost wanting to go back to see what exactly had happened.

 

Why was it taking so long?

 

Destroying Lavendia’s formal dress, then wasting her own time finding her a new one… there was no need for that, right?

 

Time was clearly running out.

 

Sophia was anxiously pacing like an ant on a hot pan.

 

Just then, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind.

 

— Finally here!

 

Sophia perked up and turned around to greet them.

 

“Young Lady you’re finally— eh?”

 

She hadn’t even finished speaking when she froze in place.

 

Claire was still wearing that custom-made puffy cake dress, lifting her skirts as she pattered over, like an adorable little rabbit.

 

While Lavendia… had changed into a dashing riding outfit?

 

At her chest was a pristine white cravat, the shirt embroidered with intricate and delicate golden patterns, below were white riding pants that fit her long legs perfectly, paired with black low-heeled boots that reached mid-calf, very well-fitted.

 

The black suit jacket had swallow-tail coattails that cut a clean line through the air.

 

Sophia recognized this outfit. This seemed to be… the riding outfit for participating in the noble equestrian competition “Dressage”.

 

Since it was performance attire, the tailoring was naturally elegant. But ultimately it couldn’t compare to a designer’s custom work, that it could be worn like a knight’s uniform was entirely due to Lavendia’s own bearing.

 

As soon as Claire saw Sophia, she hurriedly quickened her pace: “Quick quick quick, we’re going to be late!”

 

Lavendia was still holding Claire’s hand: “Watch your step, Young Lady.”

 

Seeing this, Sophia felt her brain short-circuit.

 

Between Young Lady Lavendia and a real knight, it seemed the only difference was the lack of a sword at her waist.

 

So this scene was—

 

Where did this runaway princess and her exclusive knight come from?

 

When did your relationship become so good, did Sophia miss an episode?

 

And most importantly, didn’t Young Lady Lavendia have a newly made formal dress?

 

Although this as a replacement looked very good too, but…

 

“Why?”

 

Claire stopped by the carriage catching her breath, her cheeks flushed from running.

 

She was breathing heavily, but hearing Sophia’s question, still tried hard to put on a profound expression, raising one finger saying:

 

“Just consider it some kind of force majeure. Don’t ask too many questions.”

 

Compared to her, Lavendia was much more at ease.

 

She adjusted the golden buttons on her sleeves, then lowered her gaze to adjust her white gloves. Her silver hair falling to her waist, noble and elegant, like a butler accompanying a princess on an outing.

 

She liked clothes that were convenient for movement. This riding outfit was sharp and clean-cut, allowing freedom of movement, very comfortable to wear. She even felt this could be considered a blessing in disguise.

 

If given the choice, she would probably prefer riding a horse rather than sitting in a carriage.

 

Lavendia opened the carriage door and extended her hand to Claire.

 

“We should depart now, Young Lady.”