Celebrity Lady - Chapter 82

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Celebrity Lady
Chapter 82
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“Mm-hm~”
Rubetria hummed softly as she changed into her Black Evening Dress.
Today, she had finally succeeded in fitting into a dress tailored to a size somewhere between 44 and 55.
Of course, at her current weight of 120 pounds—roughly 54 kilograms—the fit was still a touch snug.
[……I have severed all business relations with Pelcan, and I do not expect to see his face again.
To think he was such an unscrupulous man who wouldn’t even guarantee basic workers’ rights!
I’m relieved to have discovered this now. I was deeply moved by Madam Ruby’s ethical business principles.
I look forward to our continued partnership.
Frank, Duke.]
“Pfft.”
Rubetria chuckled as she read the letter that had come tumbling from Frank in such haste, then tossed it across the desk and approached the mirror.
“Oh my.”
A striking woman, sleek and transformed beyond recognition, stood before her in the glass.
The Diamond Earrings and bracelets she wore gleamed perfectly with the elegant evening gown.
“Wishet.”
She called softly, and Wishet appeared behind her, clicking his tongue as he gazed into the mirror alongside her.
“Admiring your face, are we?”
“Fasten the necklace for me.”
At Rubetria’s request, Wishet grumbled but obliged, fastening the necklace around her neck.
A brilliant piece—large diamonds glittering with opulent grace.
It formed a matching set with the earrings, bracelet, and ring she already wore.
“There. A birthday gift.”
“What—what is this? I’m used to seeing jewelry boxes, but this is from our shop?”
“That’s right. I placed an order with your shop.”
“Surely you don’t mean the customer who placed an order for accessories worth the price of a house?”
“Yes. I wanted to give it now, but the timing didn’t feel quite right.”
How stunned she had been.
The customer who had commissioned a full set of Grade-A diamond accessories for Blanc de Ruby was Lark.
Though it should have been a gift received with nothing but joy, neither Rubetria nor Lark could muster a smile.
It was immediately after learning of Torso, a National Knight who had sacrificed himself for the Empire, only to suffer hardship in his retirement.
‘Still, in the end, everything worked out.’
Rubetria extended her hand.
“Will you show me today’s paper?”
“Here it is.”
Wishet handed her the newspaper.
[Daily Dekard]
The Imperial Palace honors the National Knights.
The “Welfare Act for National Knights” proposed by Crown Prince Lark van Rashmach Dekard has passed through Parliament and takes effect today.
The act, which champions the welfare of National Knights, seeks to provide state-level economic support for the welfare and relief of retired veteran knights…….
“Good, good.”
Rubetria smiled with satisfaction, passing the newspaper to Wishet before humming once more and gazing back into the mirror.
“My height still needs a bit more growth, doesn’t it?”
“You’ll keep growing.”
“And the baby fat will fade soon enough…….”
Rubetria pinched her own cheeks, turning them this way and that in the mirror, then picked up the Lipstick from the vanity beside the glass and slowly applied it to her lips.
Following the soft contour of her mouth, she traced a crimson as vivid as her own hair.
One day, in this form, she would captivate every eye that beheld her.
Catching her own gaze in the mirror, Rubetria raised her brows and whispered with supreme confidence.
“Gorgeous.”
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For some, time passed slowly; for others, far too quickly.
Time flowed on.
Imperial Calendar Year 1520, January 24th.
8:00 AM.
Siena, the secretary watching Rubetria run on the Terrace as she did every morning, murmured in an awestruck voice.
“She truly seems to be a remarkable person.”
“The young lady, you mean?”
Rebecca, who was laying out a simple breakfast for Rubetria on the desk in the Office, let out a delighted laugh.
“Yes. Yesterday she was examining documents well past two in the morning, yet she rose at half-past seven this morning, sharp as a knife.”
“You look amazed, Siena.”
“Of course I am. She handles as much work as the Crown Prince himself, yet she doesn’t neglect her self-care either…….”
Siena shook her head in wonder.
“I wish I could be more like her.”
“Pfft.”
Our young lady has come so far that people say things like this about her.
Rebecca slipped out to the Terrace, and stood beside Siena, gazing down at Rubetria with a proud expression.
“That’s right.”
She laughed lightly, raising her thumb.
“Our young lady is the best!”
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Imperial Calendar Year 1520, February 2nd.
The back garden of Ryubon Villa.
“Papa, I miss you. Even though I saw you yesterday.”
Rubetria spoke while stretching with a groan.
[When am I coming?]
“When? There are still nine months left.”
[I’ll come again next month.]
“Papa came last month and this month too. Do you really plan to come again next month? Haven’t you thought of passing your Visitation Pass to your brothers, since they can only use one per month?”
[Biego is busy, I hear. Victor too.]
“That’s a lie. My brothers already told me in their letters that they can’t visit because of you hogging the pass.”
[Those idiots have such loose tongues.]
“Still, I like it best when Papa uses the pass. Please come again next month, Papa.”
Leonard, listening to Rubetria’s laughing words, fell silent for a moment before answering.
[All right.]
A small leaf of the tree imbued with the power of the spirit Florineus trembled gently.
“Then I’m off to train. I’ll call you again, Papa.”
Rubetria rose and dashed away.
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“Huff, ha, huff, ha…….”
Running,
“Hoo, hoo!”
And running again.
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Imperial Calendar Year 1520, February 17th.
-How far will Blanc de Ruby’s monstrous momentum reach? Boutique Street’s number-one sales from last year…….
-Who is the mysterious CEO of Blanc de Ruby?
-We meet Madam Rebecca of the tailoring studio. “Please, don’t ask me about our boss.”
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Imperial Calendar Year 1520, March 18th.
-[Daily Dekard] Blanc de Ruby’s CEO, Madam Ruby, donates 500 million marks…….
“I give my thanks to the National Knights who sacrificed themselves for the Empire, and to the Crown Prince for honoring them.”
-Madam Ruby’s positive influence—the Empire is abuzz!
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“Huff, huff…….”
Running,

And running still.
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Imperial Calendar Year 1520, April 6th.
To my dear Lady,
Regarding the draft script you kindly sent me to read,
The theater director very much wishes to proceed with a new production using that script, and hopes to invite you as the playwright.
I myself think it is such an excellent work that my heart races at the thought. I beg you to grant me the honor of performing in your creation.
I wish everyone could know how wonderful and talented you truly are.
Always grateful.
In April, when spring awakens,
Your Sera.
To my beloved Sera,
Hello, Sera. When you mention the script, you mean “Romeo and Juliet,” right?
I’ll be frank—it’s not actually my work. There’s a friend I know well, William Shakespeare, and it’s his creation.
But if you’d like, William and I can help with the script. I’m sure he’d be delighted to see his work gain wider recognition.
I can’t wait for my isolation to end so I can see your performance on stage with my own eyes.
Keep doing your best. I’m cheering for you from afar.
With longing,
Rubetria.
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Imperial Calendar Year 1520, April 8th.
The long-awaited new product launches!
Reborn through the refined sensibility of Blanc de Ruby—a beautiful space in her hands.
Premium leather handbags,
Ruby Collection 1520
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165 cm, 108 pounds.
“Hoo, hoo…….”
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Imperial Calendar Year 1520, April 23rd.
-Can’t live without “this” anymore—Ruby Collection 1520.
-Blanc de Ruby’s must-have handbag dominates the market just two weeks after launch.
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165 cm, 106 pounds.
“Wow, finally…….”
“Congratulations.”
At Wishet’s understated greeting, Rubetria smiled with satisfaction and stepped down from the scale.
She then approached the mirror and gazed at her reflection carefully, before murmuring to herself.
“I’m cool.”
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Imperial Calendar Year 1520, May 19th.
Ryubon, found after four months of relentless, all-consuming work.
Lark was astonished to see an unfamiliar woman approaching from a distance.
Tap, tap, tap, tap…….
As the running woman drew closer, her appearance grew clearer.
Who is that woman?
She’s practically bare.
Strange trousers hugging her legs tightly and something covering only her chest—a vest?
To the people of this place, such attire was shockingly unfamiliar.
“Oh my, Your Highness. You’ve arrived early?”
As the woman drew right before him,
Lark’s eyes slowly widened in recognition.
A slender neck and narrow waist—firm yet slightly lean in appearance.
“……Could it be—the Lady?”
The woman wiped away her sweat with the towel draped around her neck, then shook out the hair she had bundled high, letting it fall.
She raised her hand beside her cheek and waved it slightly as she spoke.
“Hello. It’s been a while.”

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