I Put all my Stats into Charm - Chapter 37

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I Put All My Stats Into Charm Episode 037

 

I sent a considerable amount of dresses to the Tower of the Moon.

 

After also picking out gloves to give Jerome as a gift, I left the dressing room.

 

I’ll have to repay Theodore for his help next time.

 

When I moved to our promised meeting place, I could see Jerome waiting under the bell tower.

 

Theodore waved his hand when he saw Jerome.

 

“Hey there, Your Grace!”

 

The moment Jerome’s gaze touched my dress, I could see his eyebrows lift slightly over his indifferent expression.

 

Is my outfit that strange?

 

This kind of clothing is awkward for me too!

 

Maybe I shouldn’t have changed. I should have just worn what I usually do.

 

With belated regret, I awkwardly gripped the hem of my skirt.

 

“Well… I got bored waiting so I changed clothes…”

 

Just then, Theodore quietly approached my side. Then he whispered in my ear in a voice small enough that Jerome couldn’t hear.

 

“What kind of fool changes clothes because they’re bored? You should say you changed because you wanted to look good for the Duke.”

 

Who’s calling who a fool?

 

I also whispered quietly into Theodore’s ear.

 

“Who would say something so embarrassing so openly?”

 

“Didn’t you come out to capture the Duke’s heart? You should at least try this much appeal.”

 

Jerome quietly watched us whispering and then opened his mouth.

 

“If I’m in the way, please let me know.”

 

“No, no. How could we leave out the Duke and have fun.”

 

Theodore waved his hands dismissively. Then he continued with a genial smile and friendly manner.

 

“Let’s go eat. There’s an amazing restaurant near here.”

 

Theodore led me and Jerome to a nearby restaurant. The restaurant had an appropriately formal yet sophisticated atmosphere.

 

When we entered the entrance, Theodore extended his hand to me.

 

What? Is he asking for money?

 

I whispered quietly to Theodore.

 

“I don’t have any money.”

 

“I have a plan for everything. So just give me your hand.”

 

I looked at Theodore as if he were a suspicious person.

 

I don’t know what he’s scheming, but I’ll go along with it for now.

 

When I obediently placed my hand on Theodore’s palm, he gently clasped my hand.

 

Along with a genial smile, his low, gentlemanly voice followed.

 

“Allow me to escort you inside, Lady.”

 

Theodore’s attitude was unmistakably that of a knight. Well, he is a paladin, so he is a knight.

 

This usually playful and cheeky guy acting serious makes me feel embarrassed and not know what to do with myself. I have no immunity to this kind of thing.

 

But I could understand how he planned to provoke Jerome’s jealousy.

 

I glanced sideways at Jerome.

 

“…?”

 

Jerome maintained his usual stoic expression. He didn’t even give us a glance, seeming to have no interest in anything other than the meal.

 

He’s not getting jealous?

 

Is this plan actually effective?

 

As Theodore became less trustworthy, I moved to our reserved table under his escort.

 

When we reached the round table covered with a white tablecloth, Jerome quietly reached toward a chair.

 

“Miss Emmerbier, please sit here…”

 

Just as Jerome was about to pull out the chair, Theodore snatched the chair from his hands. Then he turned the chair toward me and smiled brightly.

 

“Aisha, sit here.”

 

Theodore took out a handkerchief and spread it neatly on the chair. Then he widened his eyes and gestured for me to sit down quickly.

 

I sat down as he directed.

 

No emotion could be read on Jerome’s well-groomed face. His expressionless, composed face seemed to have no intention of revealing his inner thoughts.

 

Is he even capable of feeling something like jealousy?

 

Jerome was indeed someone who didn’t show his emotions. Jealousy didn’t suit someone who always made rational judgments.

 

Would Theodore’s strategy really work?

 

While I waited with half doubt and half expectation, the food we ordered began to arrive.

 

After the pre-meal soup and appetizers were served in order, the main dish of roasted duck was placed on the table.

 

Appetizing gloss flowed over the crispy roasted skin, and the meat held moist juices.

 

Theodore cut the duck placed in the center into bite-sized pieces.

 

“The duck here is truly art. Try some.”

 

He speared the meat with his fork and brought it to my lips.

 

“Say ah.”

 

Wait, what is he doing right now?

 

I have hands too. I can eat with my own hands.

 

Is this also part of the jealousy-inducing strategy?

 

As if my guess was correct, Theodore looked at me with intensity in his eyes, urging me to hurry up and eat.

 

Do we really have to go this far?

 

Isn’t this too much of a fuss?

 

Theodore looked at me as if he would devour me instead of the duck if I didn’t eat the duck meat right away.

 

His gaze contained a deadly threat disguised as affection.

 

…Fine. I just need to eat it, right?

 

With the feeling of crying while eating mustard, I carefully ate the duck meat Theodore offered.

 

Only then did Theodore relax the tension around his eyes and dab my lips with a napkin as he spoke.

 

“I noticed last time that your stamina is really terrible. When that happens, you need to eat meat to replenish your energy.”

 

I chewed the duck meat while glancing at Jerome.

 

He just kept his gaze fixed on the plate on the table, continuing his meal quietly with an expressionless face.

 

Theodore’s strategy is definitely nonsense.

 

This is why you shouldn’t learn about romance only from books, right?

 

While I was grumbling internally, Jerome spoke to me.

 

“Is it to your taste?”

 

“Oh, yes. How about you, Your Grace?”

 

“Not bad.”

 

Jerome cut his meat with neat, economical movements. With restrained elegance, he continued speaking.

 

“Protein intake is important, but eating too much fatty parts can burden digestion.”

 

He served some potato puree with the serving spoon.

 

“Duck goes well with garnishes high in fiber. They ease fat absorption and provide satiety while reducing the burden on the stomach.”

 

Jerome Winston. He seems to be talking more than usual. Is it just my imagination?

 

He continued speaking while transferring the potato puree to my plate.

 

“If you want to maintain your stamina, balanced nutrition comes first.”

 

It’s something I always think, but Jerome seems to talk more when he’s explaining things.

 

Does he like teaching?

 

Whether it’s a sign of affection or he just wants to show off his knowledge, I was listening to Jerome’s explanation with mixed feelings when he asked a question.

 

“Miss Emmerbier. Do you drink wine?”

 

“Oh, yes. I do drink.”

 

When I nodded, Jerome ordered something from the staff. Soon the staff member returned with a bottle of wine.

 

Jerome poured red wine into my glass while continuing his explanation.

 

“Red wine goes well with duck. This wine is light but has structure, so it balances well with duck.”

 

Jerome definitely seemed to enjoy showing off his knowledge.

 

Otherwise, there’s no way he’d be such a pedantic person who tries to display his charm with unsolicited knowledge in front of someone of the opposite sex he’s interested in.

 

Still, as an intellectual member of society, I couldn’t show that I was bored, so I nodded enthusiastically and responded to Jerome’s words.

 

“Wow. I was so curious about that. Thank you for telling me.”

 

“Would you like to try a sip?”

 

At Jerome’s suggestion, I lifted the glass and took a sip of wine.

 

The aroma of dried fruit and a gentle astringency lingered in my mouth. It wasn’t strong, but it had a lingering fragrance.

 

“How is it?”

 

The wine’s refreshing fruit aroma gently embraced the rich flavor of the duck, creating perfect harmony.

 

My eyes widened involuntarily at the unexpected taste.

 

“It’s delicious!”

 

At that moment, the corners of Jerome’s seemingly indifferent mouth slowly, gently curved upward.

 

“I’m glad.”

 

Huh?

 

Did I see that wrong?

 

I think he just smiled?

 

“Duke, did you just smile?”

 

“Me?”

 

Instantly, the corners of his mouth dropped. The faint smile disappeared in an instant, leaving only a rigid expression on Jerome’s face.

 

No, there was something amazing just now.

 

It’s gone.

 

“Uh, well, that is…”

 

As I hesitated, Jerome stared at me with his usual dry expression as if asking what I was talking about.

 

Seeing that expression made me start to doubt whether what I saw was real.

 

“…Never mind. I must have seen it wrong.”

 

Right, there’s no way that stoic man would smile.

 

With alcohol in my system, I must have seen things. Or maybe because I was hungry.

 

Feeling my mood turn dry as well, I moistened my throat with wine and continued eating.

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