The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path Chapter 144

Chapter 144

Translator: Yonnee

Im not quite sure.

Aprils eyebrows were knitted together now.

Its been almost ten years since I started being in charge of His Excellencys wardrobe. Throughout all that time, there was only one other time that the Marquis wore clothes that werent black.

One time?

Once? When was that?

Radis was surprised to hear that there was one other time, but it seemed like even Berry and the other maids were shocked as well.

You guys dont remember? His Excellency wore white robes for his coming-of-age ceremony.

What? I thought he wore black for even his coming-of-age back then.

As such, Nicky replied.

He wore white those robes for a very brief time. I think it was only about ten minutes? As soon as the ceremony was over, he ripped it off of him.

Ripped

So youre saying the Marquis didnt just take it off

Nicky brought both hands over her chest and formed two tight fists.

Literally. He ripped those robes off and got out of there.

That guy, really.

April elbowed Nicky on her side and said, Stop joking.

Anyway, thats why it looked to me like His Excellency has taken up a great challenge today.

I get it.

April cradled one cheek with the palm of her hand and let out a sigh.

You guys should know just how painful it is for me to be in charge of His Excellencys clothes. Just black, black and more black. Still though, its gotten a little better these days. He sometimes wears white dress shirts from time to time, and were trying to pretend not knowing that hes sneaking in a few different dark colors little by little.

I see

Inwardly, Radis could only think that if April had been able to hear Yvess speech about his dark angel, shed also know that his penchant for black clothing would be thanks to the angels black wings.

Sipping on her cup full of lemon tea, Radis asked herself,

If hes having such a hard time, whys he going out of his way to practice something like that?

This thing just bothers me so much!

Yves continued to shake the hem of his green vest all the way until he reached his office.

But theres nothing he could do.

This was all because of what Olivier told him the other day.

The mere sight of black clothes that look like mourning clothes appalls me. To be more precise, perhaps its a feeling closer to repugnance.

Damn it, I didnt know that.

But it wasnt strange not to know about this fact.

Oliviers private life was closely guarded.

No one but Oliviers closest acquaintances would have known about his preferences.

As a matter of fact, there were only a few people who had been by Oliviers side throughout the years, and the very closest to him could be counted with just one hand.

And really, they werent any normal people either.

Perhaps you could say that it would be even more difficult to get intel on what Olivier had for breakfast rather than intel about the exact diagnosis of the emperors recent ailment.

Yves had been making such laborious efforts to break through Oliviers iron walls.

Although Yves hated social gatherings to the point of death, he went up to the north and attended banquets held by the imperial family, and whenever he crossed paths with Olivier, he hovered around the prince with all his might.

As a result, he managed to hold Oliviers birthday banquet last time, but Oliviers response to that was, as usual, cold.

Yves had spent countless hours, money and manpower, yet the result was just that much.

Yet now, he couldnt believe that it could all be chalked up to his black clothes.

F*ck. Why doesnt he like the color black? Theres no other color in the world thats as comfortable!

He couldnt understand the princes logic at all, but theres nothing he could do.

Its impossible for him to change Oliviers tastes, so Yves would have to adjust and fit the princes standards instead.

Hes lucky enough to know about it now.

In the end, Yves made up his mind.

Alright. Lets consider it to be a success if I can wear this vest for the whole day.

It was a challenge he had set up for himself, and he was the kind of person who had to succeed once he had made up his mind.

In all honesty, this was hard for him.

It felt as though he had hangnails on all ten fingers on his two hands, and he was so terribly conscious about them that he felt like hed die because it was ten times more painful that he had to stop himself from ripping them off.

Still, Yves endured.

He hardly got any work done in his office, but it didnt matter.

Thats where Marcel should swoop in.

However, in the afternoon, he had three back-to-back meetings, large and small.

He couldnt concentrate on the meetings at all. Besides that, he had to put all his heart and soul into hiding his skittishness.

It became a bit more bearable when it was time for him to wrap up the upcoming subjugation schedule. He reviewed the reports that Lux had sent over with Ardon, the knight captain of the marquisates chivalric order.

Ardon did not say a word about his vest.

Whether it was out of consideration for Yves or whether the knight was actually just originally uninterested about such things, Yves was able to get through that meeting quite comfortably.

However, it was not the same come his meeting with the marquisates administrators.

Administrator Bronsons eyes were wide as he said the following words.

Ohh! Why, this It seems as though spring has come early to the Marquisate!

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