Countess Youngae’s Money-Sweeping Makeup Shop - Chapter 31

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31

 

“…That’s why it’s like this!”

 

Despite the quite lengthy explanation, the three people didn’t seem bored.

 

If anything, their eyes sparkled even brighter.

 

And around us, several people who had been curious about makeup had somehow approached and were listening to that long explanation.

 

“How can you tell what colors suit you?”

 

“This is the color I like, but does it suit me?”

 

“I want to have a cute atmosphere, what would be good?”

 

“I want a seductive feeling!”

 

The people who had approached threw out questions one by one with sparkling eyes.

 

It somehow felt like holding a press conference.

 

Still, I didn’t dislike the bustling atmosphere.

 

It felt like giving a lecture, something that wasn’t in my fate.

 

With this kind of reaction, the Makeup Shop would be quite popular, wouldn’t it?

 

Making angels from piles of money might not be just a dream!

 

I was about to give some simple tips.

 

“Everyone?”

 

A cold voice echoed through the Greenhouse.

 

For a moment, I thought winter had arrived.

 

The atmosphere froze instantly and people who had been reading the mood returned to their seats.

 

Chilling eyes turned toward me.

 

It was the Marquis.

 

Jealousy, anger, or sadness.

 

I couldn’t feel such emotions.

 

Power.

 

Yes, power was what I felt from those eyes.

 

The power of conviction that someone like me could be subdued without even using emotions.

 

Gulp, I swallowed.

 

A nasal sound was heard in the quiet Greenhouse.

 

The eyes that had been directed only at me swept across the entire Greenhouse.

 

Soon the gaze stopped at the front and showed an elegant smile.

 

“Hmm, everyone looked like they were having fun, so please continue talking. If it gets quiet as soon as I arrive, it feels like I’m being excluded.”

 

At those words, several people flinched as if nervous.

 

Nevertheless, the Marquis unfolded the fan in her hand with a flutter.

 

“Excluding the host, that sounds ridiculous. Right?”

 

After covering her mouth with the fan, she smiled with her eyes.

 

It felt like she was telling us to read the mood and behave well.

 

When I glanced to the side, Pebello was trembling.

 

It felt like she was establishing discipline just because we had chatted a little before the tea party started.

 

This wasn’t even an old university.

 

No matter how much of a Marquis she was, the purpose of a tea party was originally to promote friendship.

 

If she wanted to drink tea quietly, she should have invited only a few people for tea time.

 

Still, I couldn’t argue here.

 

Because it was almost time to start.

 

It could be that she was making everyone focus to start the tea party, so I quietly kept my mouth shut.

 

“Shall we start the tea party soon? First, let me introduce myself?”

 

Did she read my thoughts?

 

It was the perfect timing to become a really strange person if I argued.

 

The Marquis, who had folded her fan, held the hem of her purple dress with both hands and gracefully greeted.

 

“I am the Nekiard Marquis, the host of this tea party. Thank you all for accepting my invitation.”

 

After finishing her greeting, the Marquis walked to the center.

 

In the center sat women wearing gorgeous dresses and pale white makeup.

 

Those women were the ones who had been frowning earlier when people were crowded around our table.

 

But now, as if that had never happened, they welcomed the Marquis with bright smiles all over their faces.

 

When the Marquis took her seat, teapots, teacups, and three-tiered trays that you’d only see at famous hotels were placed on each table one by one.

 

And when the Marquis started the conversation, only then was the quiet tea party filled with voices.

 

A sigh of relief was heard.

 

Only then did the three people relax their bodies and pour black tea into their teacups.

 

When my teacup was also filled with black tea, I dropped a sugar cube into it with a plop.

 

After reading the mood a little, I naturally started a conversation while dissolving the sugar with a spoon.

 

“Excuse me.”

 

“…Yes?”

 

“Who sits over there? They feel mysteriously different from the other people.”

 

“Yeongae, you’re joking, right?”

 

Don’t tell me they’re really a famous foursome or something?

 

Or you’d be a spy if you didn’t know them?

 

My pupils shook.

 

Ah, um, I hesitated while making sounds, then put down my spoon for a moment and whispered in a small voice that only this table could hear.

 

“Actually, after I heard unpleasant words from His Highness the Crown Prince as soon as we met, I lost my memory. I guess the shock was great.”

 

When I finished speaking, everyone looked at me with pitying eyes.

 

I had no idea just how badly the Crown Prince had rejected Sillia.

 

I said I lost my memory, but why isn’t anyone surprised and only looking at me with sympathetic eyes?

 

Of course, this seemed better for me.

 

Pebello gently covered my hand and nodded.

 

“We’ll keep it secret no matter what happens. You must have suffered from the emotional distress.”

 

Following Pebello’s words, the other two women also nodded.

 

Pebello, who had let go of my hand, thought for a moment and then slowly continued.

 

“So, um. To explain those people, you need to know about the Marquis. The original Nekiard Marquis recently passed away.”

 

The Marquis’s death?

 

Hmm?

 

Something….

 

“The Marquis had two children, but the eldest son of the Nekiard Family entered the Temple, giving up the Marquis position.”

 

“Then the heir is….”

 

“Yes. Only Jubert Nekirad Yeongae remains.”

 

Juber?

 

The villain from the original story?

 

Wait, then….

 

My eyes reflexively looked down.

 

I hoped it wouldn’t be so, but the silver spoon I hadn’t taken out while talking was gradually turning black from the tip.

 

Silver turning black was most likely poison.

 

If there wasn’t poison in the teacup, there could be poison in the tea itself.

 

I urgently grabbed Pebello’s hand as she was about to drink her tea.

 

“Yeongae, wait a moment!”

 

“Yes?”

 

At my voice, several people’s gazes turned toward our table once again.

 

When I lifted the silver spoon, Pebello flinched and looked at the spoon with terrified eyes.

 

The others who had been about to put their cups to their lips also startled and froze.

 

The gazes of us and others turned toward Juber.

 

Nevertheless, Juber looked at our table with a calm expression, not changing her expression at all.

 

Soon she stood up from her seat and called for a waiting Maid.

 

“Bring everyone from those who brought the tea to those who prepared it.”

 

“Yes.”

 

After speaking coldly for everyone to hear, she approached our table.

 

Click, click.

 

As the sound of her heels grew closer, fear seemed to echo from my heart.

 

Somehow a suffocating feeling gripped my chest.

 

“Haven’t you touched your tea yet? I’m sorry for putting you through this ordeal.”

 

Juber stopped in front of the table and offered an apology, but her back remained perfectly straight.

 

And she glared down at me fiercely, as if I was the one at fault for bringing this up.

 

The air was heavy.

 

If I lost focus, it felt like my body would be crushed immediately.

 

But I didn’t avoid her gaze.

 

I stared directly into those purple eyes.

 

Drink tea that might be poisoned?

 

Just for the sake of the tea party’s atmosphere?

 

This was clearly Juber’s fault.

 

There was no reason for me to cower.

 

Juber was someone who could use minor yet dangerous magic.

 

Specifically, imbuing tea leaves with effects.

 

However, she could only imbue effects that plants naturally possessed, and the effects would slowly manifest after brewing the tea.

 

This was one of the perfect methods for poisoning, but no one knew this fact until the later part of the story.

 

Thanks to this, she was able to orchestrate everything from the Marquis’s death to her Older Brother’s escape.

 

Then the source of this poison was most likely Juber with high probability.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Several people entered the greenhouse.

 

“I’ve brought the people you requested.”

 

Those people were either trembling or had their eyes tightly shut.

 

As if they knew what was about to happen.

 

Juber approached the maid who was closest to her.

 

That wasn’t the only reason she was a villainess.

 

What she was best at was…

 

Smack!

 

The maid’s head snapped to the side, unable to withstand the strong force.

 

Her cheek swelled bright red, but no one stopped Juber.

 

And that act continued several more times.

 

As the sounds continued, the expressions of those who had been conversing became distorted.

 

The poison found in the tea was no longer their concern.

 

What they cared about was having their conversation time disrupted by the sounds of people being slapped at such a luxurious tea party.

 

Eyes filled with fear turned toward me, laden with displeasure.

 

If it weren’t for me, their time wouldn’t have been disrupted.

 

It had become the situation Juber was aiming for.

 

Juber became the one who diligently solved the problem as the host, while I became the tactless one who ruined the tea party.

 

Even for me, being the focus of negative attention was unpleasant.

 

I felt the pressure and wanted to run away.

 

I clenched my fists tightly, then trembled as I released the tension.

 

Soon I stood up abruptly from my seat and approached Juber.

 

The moment she was slapping another maid,

 

I pretended to come check on Juber and subtly pushed that maid aside.

 

“You can stop now. Your hand is already red—”

 

Smaaaack!

 

Blue hair whipped violently.

 

I expected it, but damn, it hurts.

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