Countess Youngae’s Money-Sweeping Makeup Shop - Chapter 59

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59

 

“Ah!”

 

Everything happened in an instant.

 

Sparks burst from Lucian’s hand as the bottle fell, and Lucian quickly grabbed his hand while using healing magic with his uninjured hand.

 

As his blackened hand returned to its normal skin color, a deep breath escaped from his lips.

 

Instead of glaring and demanding an explanation as I expected, Lucian used magic to lift the broken bottle pieces and fit them back together.

 

Once it returned to its original form, he finally looked at me.

 

“Who made this? Not the bottle, the foundation.”

 

“That? Well, I made it.”

 

Lucian, who had been staring intently, approached me with large strides and grabbed my wrist, examining it this way and that.

 

“So that’s why my cushion exploded. You’re a fairy’s daughter, aren’t you?”

 

“Why do you ask?”

 

“I’m asking if you’re a fairy’s daughter.”

 

“That’s what they say.”

 

“What, did that old man tell you to kill me?”

 

“What are you talking about? If you die, who’s going to make the blush!”

 

“No, you’re worried about the wrong thing.”

 

He let go of my wrist and fell silent while holding his forehead.

 

Soon the barrier that had covered the surroundings disappeared and Lucian shook his head.

 

“Can’t do it.”

 

“Do what?”

 

“Formulation conversion or content copying. More precisely, I just can’t do it normally.”

 

“Why? You said it was easy.”

 

“You, the Acade… Ah. Sigh, to explain roughly, fairies and mages are incompatible, so I can’t do it.”

 

“Even though I’m a human mixed with fairy blood?”

 

“Didn’t you use fairy power when making cosmetics?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“Right. What do you think happens when magic power, which is completely incompatible, touches a mass held together only by fairy power?”

 

“It goes boom like just now?”

 

“That’s what happens. It was small so it ended like this, but if it wasn’t, the manor probably would have exploded too.”

 

The manor would explode?

 

I imagined it and felt dizzy.

 

How much the Middle-aged Man would charge if the manor exploded.

 

Numbers moved wildly in my head until an amount I didn’t want to face came to mind, so I squeezed my eyes shut and sighed.

 

Then, a question I found in my rewinding memories.

 

“If you can’t do it normally, does that mean it’s possible if conditions are met?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“What do you need?”

 

“Your mother’s permission. The owner of that power is your mother, after all. If the owner permits it, it’s possible. Of course, you should think of it as nearly impossible.”

 

“I just need to get permission?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

He shrugged and snorted as if telling me to try if I could.

 

‘If you want to see me, try hard to picture me in your head. Who knows if I’ll receive the telepathy and appear?’

 

She definitely said that back then.

 

I don’t remember well what Sillia’s Mother looked like, but since she probably looked similar to me, if I somehow send telepathy, she’ll come.

 

Or maybe she’s listening to this situation from somewhere right now.

 

She might appear with a ‘poof’ to smack Lucian on the back of his head.

 

As soon as that thought occurred to me, I immediately looked around.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Well, of course.

 

There was only Lucian and me in the room.

 

Can’t help it.

 

“Got it. Then you work on making other things in the meantime. I’ll get the permission.”

 

“You’re telling me to just make other things in the meantime? Treating me like some slave-”

 

“You signed that slave contract yourself.”

 

“…How are you going to get permission? No matter how much you’re her daughter, fairies can’t easily come to the human world in the first place.”

 

“Is there a way to visit?”

 

“I don’t know if it’ll work since you have human blood mixed in. According to rumors that circulate secretly, you can go there by diving into the Large Lake on a night when the crescent moon rises.”

 

“Then-”

 

“No one has returned, so I think they’re just going there to die.”

 

My lips that were about to move froze in place.

 

I couldn’t even open and close them, and even stopped breathing in silence.

 

Lucian rolled his eyes, looked at the air, then looked back at me.

 

Soon he crossed his arms and nodded.

 

“Ebennain Yeongae.”

 

“…Why?”

 

“If you still want to challenge it, tear this on a night when the crescent moon rises.”

 

It wasn’t his usual light tone, as if this shouldn’t be attempted with a simple mindset.

 

Lucian’s eyes, wearing a serious expression, flashed like a beast’s eyes.

 

Orange light wriggled before my eyes, and a small piece of paper like a ticket fell into my hand.

 

When I looked down at the paper, it was sparkling and emitting an orange glow.

 

“I’ll tell you in advance, I can’t rescue you. Whether you fail or succeed, you have to come out of the lake on your own, Yeongae.”

 

“On my own.”

 

“Yes, on your own. When unconscious or emotionally excited, fairy power is strong, so there’s a high probability my body would explode if I tried to rescue you.”

 

So don’t even attempt it unless you’re desperate enough to risk your life.

 

I fiddled with the paper.

 

Even without doing this, I can make money stably.

 

Even without popularization, I am…

 

I swallowed my saliva.

 

“You said on a night when the crescent moon rises?”

 

“…Are you really going to do it?”

 

“Yeah. I’m going to do it.”

 

“Why?”

 

“To make you suffer.”

 

“You’re crazy.”

 

“That’s part of it, and it seems like the appropriate price.”

 

“Price?”

 

Lucian’s head tilted.

 

Originally, to become the top of an industry, you had to have your feet in the industry for decades.

 

Even after being in it that long, only a very few people succeed.

 

And all of those few brought new winds to the world.

 

But here, creating the industry itself is a new wind.

 

If makeup becomes popularized, even if I don’t become the top as an artist, I would always be mentioned when talking about ‘makeup.’

 

The time to establish that kind of position would be tremendously shortened, so shouldn’t the risk be about this much?

 

***

 

Scratch, scratch.

 

Tap, tap, tap.

 

The quill pen that had been moving diligently stopped in place.

 

The quill pen that had been still for a while finally fell from his hand.

 

Haah, a deep sigh escaped between Ricardo’s lips.

 

“For now, money and makeup are my top priorities.”

 

“Even so, the fact that I’m showing this much interest means that Ricardo has become somewhat special to me now.”

 

“Our consumer base needs to grow for our business to expand. We need to popularize makeup.”

 

Various aspects of Sillia kept coming to mind.

 

That cheerful voice as she spoke her thoughts without the slightest hesitation.

 

Her powerful expression filled with sincerity.

 

Sillia, who was always firm and mature, had smiled brightly like a young girl over a single dress, not money or makeup.

 

“Ricardo! Look at this. How is it?”

 

She had asked how it was.

 

The soft pink color mixed with Sillia’s blue hair, which seemed like it wouldn’t suit her, creating a unique charm.

 

It suited her perfectly, just like how she always added striking points to her makeup rather than going for something plain and monotonous.

 

The dress was beautiful too, but more than that, his gaze followed her striking blue hair upward and ultimately focused on Sillia’s face.

 

“I think I’ve fallen for you.”

 

It was sincere.

 

Ricardo was aware that he liked Sillia.

 

He didn’t know when or how he had come to like her.

 

The thought of her as a ‘strange woman’ had transformed, mixed, caused confusion, and after going round and round, returned to Ricardo.

 

The returned thought was ‘a woman I love,’ with no trace of his previous thoughts remaining.

 

Thinking about it again, perhaps it wasn’t that it had changed, but that his previous thoughts had disappeared and new thoughts had been created.

 

However, this wasn’t particularly important.

 

What mattered was that when Sillia looked at Ricardo with that bright smile, Ricardo had fallen for Sillia.

 

It had definitely been a good atmosphere.

 

But from the moment they left Berinia’s Clothing Store, the intimate atmosphere with Sillia had disappeared.

 

Even when he glanced at her sideways, Sillia seemed oblivious and didn’t spare him a single look.

 

Suddenly why? She didn’t seem upset.

 

Had he done something wrong?

 

Even as he tilted his head in confusion, he fiddled with the video stone placed on his desk.

 

‘She said she couldn’t use magic.’

 

He wanted to see her.

 

He wanted to talk while making eye contact, and if there were any misunderstandings, he wanted to clear them up.

 

Before Sillia became unresponsive, all they had talked about was business.

 

Could she have been hurt by that conversation?

 

But what was wrong with what he said?

 

Having someone who could tell them what the backlash of adventure was would prevent the business from failing easily.

 

Even as he reassured himself that there was no problem, anxiety rippled through him on the other hand, wondering if Sillia was disappointed in him.

 

***

 

“Hello, Ebennain Yeongae.”

 

During work hours, I encountered a man in front of the store who was grinning and speaking in a slimy voice.

 

The man looked very similar to Ricardo.

 

Golden eyes, dark navy hair close to black, tall height, large build.

 

The differences were his short, neatly styled hair, various expressions, and a strange sharpness felt behind his beauty.

 

I had a feeling who it was, but I pretended not to know and put on a pretty business smile.

 

“We’re not open yet. May I ask what brings you here?”

 

“I know that. My purpose is to get close to Ebennain Yeongae, so could you spare me some time?”

 

“Time?”

 

“Yes.”

 

That expression was very familiar.

 

The expression when taking revenge on the Crown Prince for Sillia.

 

The confidence that things would naturally go his way.

 

This is awkward, what should I do.

 

Well, first of all, I have no connection with you.

 

“Um, excuse me. I’m really sorry, but who are you?”

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