Young Master, Please Put Some Pants On! - Chapter 33

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Chapter 33

“Ugh…”

The next day, called by Kermanomon again, Mellis stood in front of the office hesitating to knock on the door, fidgeting nervously.

“Puhahaha! Calling Kerman a cat! Now Mellis is in big trouble!”

“I-I didn’t call him a cat!”

“You’re probably the only person in the world who would say such a thing to Kerman!”

Last night, when Garulus heard the story about Mellis giving catnip as a gift to Kermanomon, he laughed so excitedly. Recalling that scene, Mellis felt her face burning hot with embarrassment once again. Moreover, even Noel unusually furrowed his brows and looked at her with a pitying expression.

It felt like a condolence expressing that the fun times were now over, making her even more nervous. Mellis realized once again that she severely lacked knowledge about beastkin.

“I should apologize profusely first.”

She lowered her posture as if ready to kneel the moment she opened the door and entered. If rubbing her palms together wasn’t enough, she was prepared to even bang her head on the floor.

After knocking, Mellis cautiously entered inside. Contrary to her expectation that he would be waiting coldly for her, Kermanomon was sitting at his desk, focused on his work.

“G-Grand Duke. I heard you were looking for me.”

“Ah. It’s nothing major, but there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

“Discuss?”

Her servile knees, which had been ready to touch the floor at any moment, gradually rose upward.

“You probably know that this year’s New Year festival was postponed a bit. Fortunately, His Majesty has recovered his health to some extent, so it will be held again next month. So, I’m thinking of taking Garulus to that event. I’m curious about your thoughts.”

The Aizen Empire’s New Year festival was a large-scale banquet famous even across the continent. It was obviously a place that would be glamorous, crowded, and full of things to see – there was no way Garulus would dislike such a place.

‘But it doesn’t seem like he would call me just for that.’

As she pondered deeply, Kermanomon added more words.

“I want to become Garulus’s real family. A family that can provide sufficient help both emotionally and legally when something happens to that child. Of course, this would be if Garulus permits it.”

“Ah, then…”

He seemed to plan to introduce Garulus as a child who would become his adopted son at the New Year festival. However, Mellis felt worried for some reason. To ask a child who had just learned a few days ago that his parents had passed away to immediately become an adopted son.

Of course, it was indeed a good opportunity since various nobles from across the continent would gather. However, wouldn’t it be too overwhelming for a child who was trying hard to maintain a peaceful daily life?

“Hmm…”

“It’s okay to speak honestly. I called you because I want to think from Garulus’s perspective.”

When Mellis couldn’t answer hastily, Kermanomon urged her in a gentle tone. She hesitated for a moment before carefully opening her mouth.

“If I may share my thoughts, I think Garulus would really love attending the New Year festival itself. Meeting various people in a new place would have good influences too. But if that occasion is meant to introduce him as the Grand Duke’s adopted son, I’m worried it might be burdensome.”

“Is there a reason you think that way?”

“Well… It was only recently that he learned his parents had passed away. He’s just now adapting to that fact, so if he suddenly receives excessive attention as the Grand Duke’s adopted son, wouldn’t it be overwhelming for Garulus who is still young?”

Mellis thought Garulus probably knew nothing about his plan. If that weren’t the case, he would have already come running to chatter about whether he should call Kerman big brother or Father.

Of course, looking at the distant future, it would be an extremely good thing for Garulus. Becoming Duke Severus’s adopted son meant becoming a grand duke’s heir, didn’t it?

However, this was probably something to consider a few years later, when Garulus reached an age where he could seriously think about his life.

“Of course, the most important thing is Garulus’s opinion, but I think it might be a bit too early for that right now…”

“I see.”

Fortunately, Kermanomon nodded slightly and seemed to genuinely respect her opinion.

“I’m glad I asked you. Thank you.”

“Not at all.”

“Then for now, accompanying him to the event will be sufficient. I’ll leave the preparations for Garulus’s New Year festival attendance entirely to you.”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good. You may go.”

After bowing and leaving, Mellis hummed a tune while making plans. Garulus attending a banquet! Just imagining it was too cute!

“Should I dress him in a tuxedo? Suspenders like last time would be cute too. Or maybe even a tailcoat… Huh?”

As Mellis imagined Garulus dressed up one by one, she felt something strange. In her imagination, Garulus wasn’t wearing any bottoms.

“Ah…”

Mellis, who belatedly realized something, let out a small sigh. Preparing Garulus for a banquet. It was sure to be a difficult battle.

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In the peaceful city district of the duchy, where elegant and refined buildings lined up in rows, there was one place that particularly stood out. It was the atelier of Sherry Fel, called the genius designer of the century.

Sherry Fel, a peacock beastman, boasted skills as splendid as his appearance. His delicate eye and touch were called gifts from the gods, and the clothes he created instantly led the Empire’s fashion trends.

But today, the atelier that was always bustling with customers, requiring at least three months just for consultation appointments, unusually hung up a temporary closure sign.

And not long after, House Severus’s carriage stopped in front of the magnificent building.

“Your Grace, it’s an honor to have you visit. We shall serve you with utmost care.”

All the staff of the atelier welcomed Kermanomon’s visit. This special treatment was natural in a way. Sherry Fel’s decision to open an atelier in the duchy rather than the capital was solely for one person: Kermanomon von Severus.

“Yes, it’s been a while.”

Sherry Fel unconsciously tensed at the overwhelming presence emanating from his entire body. This was the first time he had personally visited the atelier.

A sturdy build close to 2 meters tall, cold golden eyes that seemed indifferent yet pierced through to the essence, and broad shoulders with a massive chest that felt no room for leisure. Just as he was admiring the tiger’s spirit that touched his skin, a cute voice came from Kermanomon.

“How do you do?”

“Huh?”

A small monkey beastman who popped out from behind the Duke’s legs greeted him. Sherry Fel immediately recognized that this child was the rumored Young Master and showed proper courtesy.

“It’s my first time meeting you. Young Master Garulus, I am Sherry Fel, a fashion designer.”

“Yes, well. I am pleased to meet you too.”

Though he had visited the ducal residence several times before, this was his first time seeing Garulus directly. He had heard countless stories from the ducal residence servants about how incredibly cute his appearance was, but seeing Garulus in person, he was much more adorable than he had imagined.

“Hmph…”

However, for some reason, Garulus seemed somewhat sulky. Garulus, who had pouted his lips, immediately hid behind Kermanomon again.

“I’d like to commission clothes for this child along with my New Year’s celebration outfit.”

“Ah, I see. No problem at all.”

It was a completely unexpected order. From what he had heard, Garulus’s clothing was handled by Lennon Cooper, a famous designer from the capital and his rival.

‘This is an opportunity!’

Sherry Fel instinctively realized. The person he needed to impress today wasn’t Duke Severus, but Garulus. Whoever captured the Young Master’s heart would lead the Empire’s fashion trends.

Sherry Fel looked at Garulus with a gentle smile. Seeing those bright, sparkling eyes, dozens of inspirations seemed to spring up in his mind. However, there was one question that hadn’t disappeared since earlier…

‘Why… is he in underwear?’

Sherry Fel didn’t notice, but behind Garulus, whose top was neat but whose bottom was bare, stood Mellis with a haggard appearance. Mellis just smiled bitterly with a face that had given up on everything.

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