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Lunaria: Reborn Of The Bloody Empress - Chapter 16
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“Milady, like you had ordered me the other day, I had buried down the jewelleries that were stolen by Gina,” reported Cervantes while pouring out the tea into my cup.
“Good job, Cervantes. I don’t want to wear them anymore. I think it is inappropriate to wear the accessories that had been worn by dead people before.” After all, I dislike sharing things with people, especially the person who had betrayed me.
“Actually milady, His Excellency the Duke had given me this book before he went on his business trip.” Cervantes handed out a large brown, thick hardcover book to me.
“What is this?” Curious, I flipped the first page of the book. It was drawn with attractive and elegant designs of jewels and accessories for noblewomen.
“His Excellency ordered me to make them as soon as you had woken up.”
“… I see.”
“He also told me to let the lady choose the accessories that she likes for herself.”
“So I can choose whatever designs I like? What about these bracelets?” I pointed to the picture of silver bracelets from the book.
Cervantes moved closer and leaned. Straightening his glasses, he promised, “Milady, these bracelets could be finished in a week if you want them now.”
“… Sure thing.” I merely nodded, still immersed in the beautiful designs of the accessories.
“These are only designs the Duke had prepared beforehand. These accessories will be made from the finest jewel makers in the empire. I hope milady will take great liking to them.”
“No wonder,” I murmured.
Cervantes cleared his throat. “Milady … the Duke … he … really cared about Milady’s well-being. I sincerely hope you will understand and not be angry with him,” Cervantes mentioned with a gentle voice.
“Don’t worry, Cervantes. I’m old enough to understand these things. I won’t be mad at father and brother anymore, and I also know how much they treasured me,” I said, finally raising my head after a moment and gazing at him intently.
“Ah really? That will be the best, milady.” Cervantes sighed in relief.
I fell silent, gulping my tea.
It was natural for Cervantes to worry about this because in the past, I used to nag and hate my brother and father for being uncaring and always busy that they did not have the time to spend on their own family. This eventually led me to thinking they were cold and hated me, so that was why they kept their distance from me.
However, I did not know back then that they actually truly cared for me and wished for my happiness all the time. I was so ignorant that I did not try to understand them. I should have understood they are busy most of the time, and instead of complaining, I should have made them feel less stressed at home.
I massaged my forehead and rested my chin on my hands. I must admit, in the past, I was a brat, a selfish one and easily jumped into her own conclusions. Still, it caused me to reminisce about my past self.
Somehow, I feel bad for Cervantes, he has always convinced me from the past and until now not to hate father and brother … Being a butler must be difficult. He could not side with anyone as he was the duke’s vassal.
“Milady, do you fancy any of these accessories?” asked Cervantes in a concerned look.
“Hmm … yeah,” I answered, busily flipping the pages of the book. “I especially really love the blue diamond brooches, the pair of golden phoenix earrings and the amethyst necklace.”
“I understand. Do you want to wear it? If so, I can call the jewel makers right away to make them for you,” said Cervantes, glancing at me.
“Wait a second,” I said, holding the end of Cervantes’ suit. “I will be the one to go to their shops. I need to buy dresses along the way,” I said thoughtfully.
“Oh now?” asked Cervantes, looking slightly alarmed. “Then … I shall prepare the carriage for you.”
“Yes … please.”
***
I looked outside the window. The fresh grass, trees, flowers and the busy movement of the people …
The scenery outside of the carriage passing fast was no different from before, so it was a bit annoying. There were days when I spent nights screaming from the nightmares of my head being
being severed, but the world was very peaceful in comparison.
I observed my reflection in the mirror and raised my hand swiftly, touching my soft, clean neck gently. The thought of death coiled with dread around my slender neck, but my neck stretched cleanly and unmarred. Yet, I even had hallucinations where my head would fall down just like that and roll in the dirt.
I shuddered and bit my lips, clenching my dress. Taking a deep breath, I muttered under the breath, “… It’s alright. Nothing will happen this time.”
My faintly trembling hand continued to feel the neck. The scene of a yellow leaf falling to the ground after reaching the end of its life came into view. It looked just like my neck rolling miserably along the ground in front of the onlookers.
“I will never let it go. The experience of my head being cut, I will make Rexiald and Karina experience the same outcome,” I promised, pumping my fists.
***
Moments later, the carriage arrived at a boutique that noble ladies visited often. It was an old building yet astonishingly stood on the ground, the sign above the head written the letters: Facinellie’s. This shop had been here for a century and one of the oldest brands in Epherozia, located in the middle of Trivalon Square, the shopping paradise for both the imperial family and aristocrats.
“Milady, please …” said Moses while reaching out his hand. I narrowed my gaze at his behaviour, trying so hard to hide my hatred that was clearly written in my eyes.
Forcing myself to smile gently, I waved my hands in refusal. “It’s alright, Moses. I can walk down by myself,” I said while walking down the carriage. This left Moses in dejected and disappointment.
Honestly, it was difficult to get down the carriage while holding my dress because you will trip if you step on your skirt. After a moment of struggling, I manage to step down without tripping my skirt. Moses and Isaiah watched me awkwardly, exchanging uncomfortable looks to themselves and scratching their heads.
They must have probably thought I still could not let go of the incident yesterday.
As soon as I passed the somewhat grand luxurious entrance of the boutique, the workers who wore handsome suits placed their hands on their chest and bowed down before me.
“Welcome, Lady Lunaria, we have prepared the most suitable and stunningly pretty dresses for you,” said the owner whom I had familiarized with over the time I had visited this boutique in the past. She wore a name tag ‘Neelam’ on her chest.
They must have been notified by Cervantes of my attendance seeing the neatly organized dresses for me in the front. There were a wide variety of items, from comfortable and the go-to clothes to extravagant and luxurious dresses, which were suitable to wear at tea gatherings and balls.
Blaire picked one of the dresses and held it to my body. “What do you think of this dress, milady?”
“…Absolutely beautiful.”
The workers and the owner around there sighed in relief. I later grabbed the dress and walked into the nearest empty changing room. But as soon as I attempted to walk in, I heard a familiar voice squeal.
“Kyaa! Oooh…”
I turned to look over my shoulder, with a slight crease on the middle of my forehead.
“!”
Our gazes met.
“Yuni?” I asked in bewilderment.
“Luna?” she gasped.
Both of us bursted into speech at the same time.
“Oh my God! Can’t believe you are also here!” Yunifer squealed in excitement and hurriedly embraced me. “Didn’t we just meet, like, several days ago?”
“It must be fate.”
“Since we are here, why don’t we shop around the Square?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.
“Sure, why not?” I grinned.
But then a shout erupted from the outside, disturbing our reunion. “What took them so long?”
A female worker’s anxious voice could be heard calming down the impatient customer. “We deeply apologize, l-lady. B-but i-inside … a-are … lady —”
Before she could even finish her sentence, we heard the voice speaking. “Get away! Don’t get close to me!” shouted the customer following with the sound of a thud.
“Ouch!” the female worker hissed in pain.
The customer let out a bark of vicious laughter, incredibly pleased.
“Huh! That’s what you get for being rude to me!” protested the lady. “Don’t you know me? I am the great lady o—”
Yunifer impatiently slided down the curtains that separated us from the scene. This worked greatly and interrupted the improper lady’s speech.
Yunifer turned her head and glanced at the female worker who was on the ground, maybe she got pushed by the lady customer. “Oh, I wonder who is the one who could behave so impudent and unscrupulous. So it’s you.”
Yunifer became very still, like a dog that has scented a rabbit.
“Nice to meet you,” she said softly. “Lady Faihannah Remarque.”