Since It's My First Time Being a Lady, I'll Cause Some Trouble - Chapter 7

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A Lady’s First Mistake — Episode 7
My fist, fully extended, connected squarely with the man’s jaw.
With no chance to defend himself, he lost his balance and plummeted to the ground.
The thrill of the moment vanished the instant I heard the impact. Damn it. Another disaster.
But just as four days prior, I had perfectly legitimate grounds for my actions.
Some strange man had thrown himself onto the Balcony where I stood—what was I supposed to do, simply accept it? A lady in danger, and I’m meant to stand idle?
‘Please tell me he’s not dead. That would be rather inconvenient.’
A fall from just the second floor shouldn’t be fatal, but if he’d had the misfortune of breaking his neck, matters would be different entirely.
I kicked off my cumbersome Shoes and vaulted over the railing, landing on the ground where the man had fallen.
Drawing closer, I could see his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
‘Thank goodness. He’s still breathing.’
After pressing various parts of his body to check for injuries, I was relieved to find nothing broken or ruptured. It appeared the grass beneath him had cushioned his fall.
‘That punch to his jaw will leave quite a bruise, though.’
His breath caught as his eyes fluttered open.
The man struggled to lift his eyelids and turned his head toward me with effort.
“Who—”
“Who are you, exactly?”
“What…?”
“Who are you, and why were you trying to sneak into the palace through the Balcony like a thief?”
I pressed for answers before he could even gather his wits.
“And who the hell are you?”
Now fully conscious, the man demanded answers with a bewildered expression.
But I had no intention of revealing anything about myself before hearing his story.
“I asked you first.”
I pressed my knee down hard against his solar plexus in a threatening manner, prepared to apply my full weight if he didn’t answer properly.
“I—I live here!”
Realizing my intent, the man panicked and blurted out a hurried explanation.
“You live here?”
“Yes! I’m a Count of the palace!”
“Then why on earth was a Count climbing through the Balcony?”
A nobleman residing in the Imperial Palace would have no reason to sneak in like this.
‘Where’s the lie in this?’
As I pressed my knee down harder, the man squirmed like a slug under salt.
“Because I left without His Majesty knowing!”
“Left without His Majesty knowing?”
“His Majesty dislikes it when I leave the Imperial Palace. So I slipped out before the Ball began, and I’m returning now.”
“Why does His Majesty disapprove of you leaving?”
“That’s—that’s a personal matter. Regardless, it has nothing to do with the present situation.”
I narrowed my eyes thoughtfully.
I studied the man carefully from top to bottom.
The clothes he wore were of considerable quality, tailored in the current fashion.
The fit was flawless and the design suited him perfectly, so these were clearly neither stolen nor borrowed garments.
A faint fragrance mingled with the scent of alcohol emanated from his body—he’d clearly already had a drink somewhere.
Moreover, he carried no weapons whatsoever.
‘Too careless to be a genuine intruder.’
His story about sneaking back to avoid discovery seemed increasingly plausible.
“Fine. I’ll believe you.”
“I’m grateful. And I’d be even more grateful if you’d get off me.”
As I withdrew, the man coughed and pushed himself upright.
I stood with my arms crossed, watching as he rose and brushed grass from his clothes, then spoke.
“Are you planning to climb back over the Balcony?”
“Unless another lady decides to throw a punch, yes, I suppose I am.”
How amusing.
“Before you go, I need a favor. Once you’re up there, could you throw down my Shoes from the Balcony?”
“Your Shoes?”
At the bewildered look he gave me, I lifted the hem of my Dress to reveal my feet.
Upon seeing that I wore only Silk Socks, his expression shifted to one of understanding.
“You jumped from the second floor?”
The man turned his gaze between the Balcony and myself in disbelief.
“For a lady in good health, it’s hardly an insurmountable feat.”
“It doesn’t seem to be a matter of health…….”
“So are you going to help me or not? It’s impossible to climb walls like you while wearing a dress.”
“I could help, but…… what’s in it for me?”
At the man’s brazen words, I let out a derisive laugh.
“I won’t tell anyone that I met you, Count.”
“…… How does that benefit me?”
“Obviously. If I keep quiet, there won’t be any rumors spreading about how you snuck out only to come back with a black eye from a woman. I’m protecting your reputation.”
“Hmm…….”
He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully, then nodded as if he saw the logic in it.
After that, he scampered up the wall with the speed of a flying squirrel to reach the balcony. The way he moved so smoothly suggested this wasn’t his first time pulling such stunts.
The man vaulted over the railing and picked up my shoes.
All he had to do now was toss them down. Instead, he stood there silently, staring at them, drawing out the moment.
“What are you doing?”
Growing impatient, I urged him on. The man glanced down at me once, then set the shoes back on the balcony.
“On second thought, the effort I’ve gone to is worth far more than what I’d gain. Since you’ve bruised my jaw, let’s call it even.”
Then he hurried back into the building and vanished.
“Wait! Don’t joke around! Come back here!”
But there was no answer.
“What? Did he really leave?”
That bastard!
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Walking down the corridor of the Grand Palace with a light step, Jereon suddenly realized he was in a good mood.
Just hours ago, the day had been tediously ordinary like any other.
But that unexpected encounter and the small commotion that followed had completely upended his expectations.
When Jereon first spotted the young woman on the balcony, he’d expected her to scream or panic.
If she had to react at all, panic and freeze would have been ideal—he could just slip inside without any explanations.
But this woman was different. Far from frightened, she’d shouted at him without hesitation and attacked without a moment’s hesitation.
‘A proper punch, too—not even a slap…….’
It had been a well-executed one at that.
If her fist had connected just a bit higher, he wouldn’t have had the luxury of musing about it now.
Moreover, when his own attack sent someone crashing to the ground, she hadn’t faltered at all. She didn’t run. She didn’t worry.
Bold as anything, she’d pinned him down when consciousness returned and demanded to know his identity—those golden eyes boring into him as though they could see through anything.
‘If anything, she’s the suspicious one here.’
Noble daughters learned swordsmanship as part of their education.
But most of them were content to practice simple forms with light practice blades and rarely actually wielded a real sword. Bare-handed combat was even rarer.
Yet this woman was clearly skilled. The practiced precision with which she’d driven her knee into his solar plexus made that evident.
He’d wondered if she was a mercenary playing at nobility, but her skin bore no scars whatsoever, and the jewelry she wore was of considerable quality.
Just the jeweled pin fastening her elegant upswept black hair was enough to tell him she was no ordinary noble daughter.
And yet she’d jumped from the second floor without hesitation.
‘She was an interesting woman.’
Even if her fist had left his jaw still smarting.
The thought that she’d now enter the palace barefoot in only silk socks because he hadn’t returned her shoes struck him as amusing.
He wondered whether she’d simply walked through a door like an ordinary person, or taken some other route.
Given her ability to jump from the second floor, perhaps she’d climbed in over a balcony the way he had.
‘I should have asked her name.’
Mulling this over idly as he rounded a corner, someone suddenly rushed straight toward him.
Fortunately, he was agile enough to step back and avoid the collision.
“Running like that in the corridor is dangerous, you know.”
But the man who’d rushed toward him didn’t apologize—he barked urgently instead.
“What are you doing here, Your Highness? This is urgent!”

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