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On the sunny lemon-colored sofa on the mint-colored carpet which she chose for Amelie and Sophie, there sat the Prince and the Marquis of Oswald, while Ian sat on the auxiliary chair next to him. It was very natural to see the guards sitting around the table on the opposite side in the dining room.

Looking as comfortable as in their own home, Julietta laughed in dismay. If she had not been the maid of the Prince, she might have been moved by his humane appearance, allowing all the knights and servants to sit comfortably. Sadly, however, Julietta was a person who had gone through his petulance.

’I don’t know why you’ve created an atmosphere of favoring employees. What happened in the meantime? Is that why you’ve changed so much?’

"Oh, the princess, did you come here because you couldn’t wait for that moment?"

Yes, there was one more thing that had changed. That archness was not the way it used to be.

What had happened in the last two months? He seemed to have changed so much. But she gave up on the idea, as no matter what he said, she wouldn’t let his butt lift which seemed to be his body from the sofa. Julietta stuck out the documents she was holding.

"It’s a business plan. It’s the kind of work I am planning and the money I am going to spend on it. I hope you’ll take a good look and give me a good answer."

Julietta looked across at Killian as she seated at the concession of Marquis Oswald, who stood up and gave her his seat.

"A business plan? Let’s see..."

Killian opened the front page with the intent to skim through the documents he had received.

"What is this?"

He thought it would be full of letters like the usual documents, but it wasn’t. He looked at Julietta in amazement from the first page of the documents.

"We are going to have a party to promote our dressing shop. But it will not be like a normal party. We’re going to hold a ’fashion show’ where models will promote our wardrobe to invited guests first, and then we’re going to hear their opinions on the shown dresses while enjoying light drinks and refreshments. We will receive reservations. We will proceed with the fashion show in that way."

The first chapter had a large sketch of women in dresses and people around them. Killian admired it as he looked at the plan.

"It seems to have moved the actors from the opera into it."

"Yes, that’s right. The wide hall in the dressing shop becomes another stage. And I’m going to ask the actors to be models."

"That’s great. Can I support the cost of this? I don’t have to go back to the Imperial Castle to examine it."

Killian raised his hand and ordered Ian to bring the pen. When she saw that, Julietta asked,

"Your Highness, when is the opening date of the jewelry store?"

"We have secured a site near the Eileen Theater and will begin work on changing the exterior walls of the basic building to glass. We are going to start with Dublin first, and then touch other places."

At Killian’s answer, Julietta nodded. "Your Highness. Then, I’d like to make a suggestion because I’m not the only one who can receive help in a partnership. Why don’t you hold the fashion shop opening party to coincide with the opening date of the jewelry store, and show off the jewelry in your jewelry store at the same time?"

Killian happily looked at Julietta’s sparkling eyes as she explained her plans for the business.

’How lucky it is that such a gem fell in front of me.’

Now that he found a gem called Julietta, his new jewelry business would be a success.

Killian looked back at Oswald. "Let the Marquis discuss it with the princess and take over the jewelry business. I think Valerian and Adam will be busy with other things for the time being. There will be a lot of work, but isn’t it the favorite field of the Marquis?"

"Yes, I’m confident that I’ll work enough to break my body. But, Your Highness, I really like this annex. I feel like I’m getting out of the complex world and enjoying my vacation."

"I agree. It’s a perfect place for a secret meeting," Killian agreed, looking around the cozy family interior.

"No, this is not a secret meeting place, Your Highness. This is the employee’s quarters. Please don’t say such harsh things."

At Julietta’s protest, Killian prompted Sophie to sit down, but Sophie refused and was standing by the door, so he called her. "Sophie, don’t you like us visiting here? If you don’t like it, I have no choice but to choose the dressing shop as the place for the secret meetings with the princess."

Oswald had guessed Killian’s thoughts and quickly began to agree enthusiastically.

"It won’t be long before the rumors of Your Highness and the princess are going to make the capital very noisy. It’s only a matter of time before the eyes of His Highness Francis are turned upside down."

"Yes, I’m afraid I don’t know what kind of plot he’s up to. Do you think he’s going to get rid of the dressing shop?"

"Well, if His Highness Francis doesn’t, then Lady Anais may."

Killian had intentionally tried to spread rumors with Princess Kiellini while going in and out of the dressing shop, but had decided to change his plans after yesterday’s conversation with Maribel.

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"Your Highness, please make Julietta the Empress."

The heavy breathing of Oswald at Killian’s side rang out through the quiet VIP seat in the theater. Killian, despite Oswald’s raucousness, kept silent with no response.

Afraid of Killian’s emotionless gaze staring at her without a word, Maribel fell on the floor as if she were seeking forgiveness again.

After some breathtaking time, Killian’s mouth finally opened. "Is that your plan?"

"Yes, Your Highness. It’s the biggest dream and wish I can hope for right now." Maribel implored with tears in her eyes, banging her head against the floor sincerely. Killian remained silent for a long time again, and then answered as if he had finally decided.

"Okay. I can make the best lady of the Empire my own Queen, and I don’t have to refuse the power of the Duke, her father, just because she is a bastard, because I can control him perfectly in my hands."

With Killian’s permission, Maribel rose to express her gratitude, pressing down on her beating heart.

"However, you and everyone involved in this will have to pretend to die at my word if I order you to die. Just remember that if you dare to get away from me and devise another scheme, you’ll die on the spot."

Maribel returned to her graceful form of the owner of the theater and answered politely when the gamble which had cost her life succeeded, "That is a matter of course, Your Highness. How dare I have a different heart. I’m just a subject who gave my life to you."

Killian smiled contentedly at Maribel’s answer. "Your Majesty, if His Majesty learns this... if the second Queen finds out... Oh, my god," continued Oswald, but Killian simply ignored him.

"Now that I’ve heard of your big plan, let’s hear the rest of it."

"I told you the Duke of Kiellini is going to kill Julietta, me, and my grandson, Sir Caren, after this. The list also appears to include Mrs. Raban."

"Do you mean he decided to kill his own sister?"

"That’s right, he is going to kill her after this. I didn’t think that he would go so far as to kill her, but he thought of this incredible plan that would fool the whole empire, so I don’t know what he can’t do. I only know for sure that the Duke doesn’t keep anyone who knows his secrets alive."

"So did you tell the Marquise about the plan?"

"Not yet."

"When are you planning to tell her?"

"I’ll follow your instructions."

"Is Marquis Anais in the plan?"

"I haven’t decided yet. I was just thinking about talking to Mrs. Raban."

"All right. Tell Mrs. Raban, as you say. But I’ll tell the Marquis; you can call the Marquis of Anais."

"But I’m afraid the theater is under surveillance by the family of the Duke."

When Killian thought for a moment, Oswald next to him stepped in.

"Your Highness, how about the princess’s dressing shop? It’s still quiet and unseen, so if we gather a certain amount of time apart, that’s the best place for us?"

"Julietta shouldn’t learn about this yet. She might run away again."