Since It's My First Time Being a Lady, I'll Cause Some Trouble - Chapter 10

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The Lady Is a Debutante – Episode 10
I wasn’t the only one who recognized him.
He looked at me and made some vacant noise—”Huh?”—like his mind had gone elsewhere.
That didn’t mean I was about to pretend we were old friends. I tried to walk straight past him.
I really did try.
“…What are you doing?”
I clicked my tongue sharply at the man blocking my path, eyeing him with clear displeasure.
He showed no sign of stepping aside—just stood there, looking down at me with stubborn resolve.
I’d already broken his lower jaw. Did he want me to shatter his upper one too?
“Apologize.”
Excuse me?
“Apologize for what?”
“You smashed my jaw and threw me off the Balcony. And then you pressed your knee into my stomach!”
“Ah.”
“Apologize to me.”
His eyes held the absolute certainty that he would not budge until he got the answer he wanted to hear.
This man was ridiculous. Every bit of this was your own doing!
“You owe the apology first. Did I attack you while you stood there minding your own business? You burst onto that Balcony where a delicate lady was present!”
I have thick skin, so I shrugged it off. If it had been someone else, they would have fainted from the shock, you fool.
“And you were the one who ran off and called it even, remember?”
Without even giving back my Shoes.
“I admit I made mistakes, but―”
“You never apologized to me either.”
My sharp rebuttal made him flinch. He’d been so caught up in his own grievances that he hadn’t realized he’d never apologized himself.
“I… I’m sorry.”
“Fine.”
I accepted his apology cleanly. But then he grabbed my arm just as I was about to leave.
“Wait. Just a moment.”
“What now?”
“I apologized.”
“Yes. And I said fine.”
“But you also need to apologize.”
Unbelievable. This man was actually infuriating.
“Why should I? What I did was Self-Defense.”
“But my jaw―”
“It’s probably just sore. There isn’t even a bruise.”
I scanned my surroundings with a glance. It was time to be rid of this clingy man.
I didn’t see anyone nearby, but a shout would bring someone running.
I could hear voices drifting from beyond the Garden, which meant someone was close.
I couldn’t make out the words, but the measured syllables and urgent tone suggested someone was searching desperately for another person.
“Well, the apology is done, so have your carriage take me.”
Suddenly, as if gripped by some mad impulse, he abandoned his ridiculous demands and made a bizarre request instead.
“I’ll give you ten Gold Coins!”
Anticipating my refusal, he hurriedly attempted a transaction.
“I… I’m at a loss for words.”
What kind of person does he take me for?
“Twenty Gold Coins.”
“Twenty? This is pure highway robbery!”
“You’d better hand it over before I raise it to thirty.”
His face fell at the realization of his miscalculation. He squeezed his eyes shut and reluctantly nodded.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll slip into your carriage on my own.”
With that, he disappeared back into the Garden.
I shrugged and walked toward the carriage.
The moment the coachman escorted me in and closed the door, the opposite door swung open and he slipped in silently, then quickly crouched down to hide on the floor.
My eyes narrowed at his suspicious behavior.
“I’m not a suspicious person. I’m just sneaking out to play without His Majesty knowing.”
Sensing my gaze, he rushed to explain himself.
The excuse was so absurd that I lost the will to suspect him.
‘These aristocrats in this district are all out of their minds.’
Only after we had completely cleared the Imperial Palace’s main gate did he straighten his back, sit upright, and adjust his clothes.
“Money or not, you can’t just invite a strange man into your carriage without knowing him. Who knows what he might try?”
He’d begged for a ride and paid for the privilege, but now that we were out of the Imperial Palace, he’d found the leisure to lecture me.
“Do you realize I’m defenseless in a closed carriage with a man I don’t know?”
I drew the Revolver from my Ankle Holster and let it catch the light. His eyes widened in disbelief.
“Could you possibly be Lady Ulfina—the one who shot the Marquis Fenley?”
“That’s me.”
I told him with no small amount of satisfaction.
“Oh. Oh, I see. Ah, so that’s… well….”
Watching him stammer into silence, startled speechless, I felt remarkably pleased with myself.
Whatever foolish notions he’d harbored, they’d evaporate fast enough staring down a gun barrel.
“What’s your name?”
“My name?”
“You’ve ridden in my carriage and just learned who I am. It hardly seems fair that I don’t know yours.”
“Tatio.”
He answered simply.
“Tatio Nomen.”
“And where are you headed, Tatio? You’re not planning to follow me home, I trust?”
“Not to Lady Ulfina’s residence, I assure you. After we pass through the next few intersections, I’ll disappear as though I was never here.”
Tatio smiled, his eyes bright with amusement as he spoke.
Through the carriage window, the rich glow of sunset poured in.
In that languid, dusty light—where even motes of dust glinted like gold—there was something undeniably striking about him.
‘Is it the hair?’
His red hair, steeped in the glow of twilight, looked like wine held to the sun, or flames burning with passionate intensity.
I was still watching him when Tatio suddenly spoke.
“When did you start studying Martial Arts? The technique you used on me—you’re no novice.”
“A while ago.”
“Most ladies typically focus on Swordsmanship, don’t they?”
“I’m gifted that way.”
“Still, as the daughter of the Netzer Marquis Family, surely there was no need to learn something quite so… dangerous?”
He was really asking why, coming from money as I did, I didn’t simply hire bodyguards instead of acquiring dangerous skills myself.
‘Why? Because I needed to.’
How else was a penniless commoner supposed to afford armed protection?
Instead of explaining all that, I gave him a smug smile in response to his bewildered expression.
“A lady has her reasons, which a gentleman needn’t understand.”
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The intersection Tatio had mentioned turned out to be Toglo itself.
“I’ll get out here, if you don’t mind. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you despise me.”
“Not at all. My eyes simply look this way—you’ll have to forgive me.”
“I don’t think that’s true. Have I done something to offend you?”
“No. I’m the one who made a mistake.”
A foolish mistake—picking up someone like him in the first place. Obviously.
“You’re going to a Social Club, aren’t you?”
“I? Yes, that’s right.”
“I thought as much.”
My voice carried an unmistakable note of contempt.
If I could hear it, so could he.
“Has my going to a club somehow upset you, Lady Ulfina?”
“Not at all. Why would I care where someone I’ve only just met chooses to spend his evening?”
Where women of High Society held tea parties and salons, men gathered at Social Clubs to idle away their time.
Clubs typically operated by membership, serving liquor and fine cigars. Gentlemen would converse, gamble, or simply bond over games.
Noble daughters made their official debut in High Society through a debutante presentation, while their brothers announced their own social entrance by joining a Social Club.
On the surface, there was nothing wrong with any of this—except that his club was in Toglo.
The clubs in Toglo looked respectable enough from the outside, indistinguishable from any other Social Club, except for one crucial difference.
They provided women.
Club management enforced absolute discretion among members, and the men kept their pleasures carefully concealed.
That’s why the women of High Society had no idea Toglo’s clubs were dens of filth—and why the men laughed at their ignorance behind closed doors.
So there I was, having just transported a symbol of everything base and male to one of those wretched establishments.
Damn it all.

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