The Duke and Duchess' Divorce Circumstances

The dress that was temporarily fixed would slip down if she made even the slightest movement. So Ray had no choice but to be careful and walk cautiously.

“The place you see ahead is the costume room, Duchess.”

The crown princess not only gave permission to use the costume room, but also sent Ervin, the chief costume manager and top designer of the imperial family.

Ray, who was walking with Ramiel’s arm linked under Ervin’s guidance, stopped walking when she saw an unexpected person in the hallway.

Weber approached with a smile on his face, but slowed down when he saw Ramiel next to Ray.

‘Why did he come here again?’

She thought he might have been waiting for her to be alone again, but Weber spoke first.

“I never thought I’d see you two on my way to the break room. Your Majesty, I’m Weber Wright, the second son of the Wright family.”

He greeted the Duke of Ruivan, who people had been desperately wanting to talk to, with a genuinely happy expression on his face, and made a gesture of asking for understanding as if he was about to shake hands with him.

‘You’re meeting me here on the way to the break room? Your lines are bad, and your acting is terrible.’

Ray stood with his legs crossed with an indifferent expression.

“I came to see you because I have something important to tell you.”

Ramiel shook his hand briefly and made a face that told him to say whatever he wanted to say. Ray felt as if the corset that had been taken off her body was sticking back on when she saw Weber’s face.

“Zus sk ngu zugund.”

‘I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll definitely kill him with my own hands.’

Ray gritted her teeth and muttered darkly, wondering whether she should ignore Weber and go to the costume room or not. She didn’t want to leave Ramiel alone, but the costume fix was urgent, and the eyes of the royal costume manager next to me were bothering her because both of them couldn’t ignore him.

At that moment, as if he had read her mind, Ramiel lightly pushed Ray’s back and said.

“Ray, I’ll talk for a bit, so go.”

Ramiel and Weber alone. It wasn’t a very comfortable combination.

“Ugh. I don’t want to be away from Rael even for a moment.”

“Ahem!”

Ervin was surprised by Ray’s nonsense.

“I’m sorry. I had a cough, so I apologize. Cough.”

The expression on his face as he hurriedly cleaned up his act gave off a strong office worker’s scent.

“You have to be away while I fix your dress anyway, so go.”

Ramiel responded calmly, not even being shaken by Ray’s nonsense.

Even though Weber knew that Ramiel wouldn’t budge no matter what he did to break off the engagement, Ray didn’t like the fact that the two of them were alone.

Weber Light would insult her with that snake-like snout. The fact that she had once promised to marry a man who was so shameful that he would come to her current husband and badmouth his ex-fiancée. Ray hated this fact so much.

Her teeth chattered because it was an embarrassing part that she didn’t want Ramiel to see. She wanted to tell her parents that their eyes were really the worst.

“…I’ll be back.”

Reluctantly leaving Ramiel, Ray followed Ervin into the costume room without even looking at Weber.

As if she had made a promise beforehand, the servants greeted her as soon as she entered the costume room and showed her a red tray with various thin white fabrics. Ervin quickly gathered the fabrics in his hands and compared them to Ray’s dress.

“There’s no color that’s the same.”

To her eyes, they all looked the same white, but to the expert’s eyes, they looked completely different. Erwin, who had a look of displeasure, explained to the waiting maids and told them to bring different fabrics.

“Duchess, this is a really beautiful dress.”

Ray felt proud at the compliment from the highest-ranking designer in the royal family, even though it wasn’t his.

“Thank you. I also wanted to save it for a while because it was so pretty.”

Erwin smiled, saying that he understood her feelings very well, and the maids brought in various colored fabrics. She held the fabrics together and tried to match the colors with the dress just like before.

“This is it.”

As soon as she chose the fabric she liked, Erwin began to twist the fabric at a speed that was too fast for the eye to see.

Was this a human or a machine?

In a few seconds, while Ray was speechless at the craftsman’s amazing work speed, the gold fabric was reborn as a string to hold the dress in place.

‘Why did you bring fabric instead of strings to hold the dress together?’

“If only I had both hands free, I would have applauded you, Erwin. You’re really amazing. You’re the best.”

It was a shame that my hands weren’t free because I was holding the dress in case it slipped down.

“…Thank you for the compliment.”

The nobles didn’t praise or openly compliment the designer who came from the commoners. At best, they said, ‘I like it,’ and the highest compliment was ‘good.’

They started from the bottom and worked with the nobles until they reached the imperial family, but the nobles always tripped up because of their innate qualities.

Erwin stared blankly at the duchess who had given him the highest compliment for the first time, then turned his gaze to the dress.

Erwin realized that the looseness of the dress strings was the problem, so he quickly sewed that part to fit Ray’s body and added a gold string.

The dress was repaired in no time. Ray looked in the mirror and spun around to check the outfit. The back part was shiny gold, but it wasn’t too much and matched the tone of the dress subtly.

“I tried to match it with the color of your eyes, Your Excellency the Duke of Ruivan. It really suits you.”

“Thank you so much. It feels like you’re wearing new clothes. It’s amazing.”

It was amazing how the feeling changed so much just because of one small detail. It created a slightly more luxurious atmosphere than before.

“It might be a little heavy because it’s gold-plated fabric, but is the weight okay?”

Gold-plated! Of course it should have been more luxurious. The royal family was really different.

“It’s okay. I don’t think you’ll notice it much.”

Now that the dress has been repaired, all that’s left is to grab Weber, who’s talking nonsense in the hallway, and beat him up.

“Thank you so much. It was the best, Lord Erwin.”

“Then, Duchess, I hope you have a comfortable time.”

Ray left the dressing room after receiving Erwin’s greeting.

‘Huh?’

She thought Weber would be making a fuss, but the situation ended surprisingly quickly. She could see Weber’s back walking quickly down the hallway.

Ramiel stood motionless in his spot and threw something into the light. Then he turned around and looked at Ray and asked.

“Are the repairs finished?”

It was a natural movement, as if he had seen Ray.

“How did you know it was me? I just got here.”

The sound of the hem of her dress being slightly dragged behind her and the familiar sound of small footsteps could be heard at the same time. There was only one person who met the three conditions of the footsteps he knew, the sound of the dress being dragged, and the person who could come to this hallway right now.

“Do you have eyes behind you?”

While saying nonsense, Ray glanced at the back of Ramiel’s round head.

“Let’s go.”

Ramiel dismissed Ray’s nonsense and held out his arm.

“Yes.”

When she reached out to Ramiel.

She recalled Ramiel throwing something just a moment ago. The waist-high light was shaped like a large white plate-like crescent moon, and inside it were many branches extending outward, with round, flat gold decorations like coins. It looked like a bouquet of flowers in a wide vase.

It was a decorative light that automatically turned on when the surroundings got dark and turned off when it got bright, with magic stones placed on the bottom. The light was real, but it was designed so that it wouldn’t get hot at all when a person touched it.

Ray glanced inside the light. Something was hanging between the gold sculptures on the bottom of the white crescent moon.

‘Isn’t this Rael’s glove?’

Ray looked at Ramiel’s hand.

“…It’s bare.”

“It got dirty, so I threw it away.”

Where did you get the courage to throw trash into the royal light?

Just as Ray tried to pick up the gloves, worried that the Duke and Duchess’s personality controversy might arise, the flames suddenly flared up.

“Wow! Surprise!”

She knew it was designed to prevent people from getting hurt, but when she touched the blazing flames, she screamed involuntarily.

“What, what. What, what, what.”

“Flies and such can accumulate, so if the foreign matter touches the light, it will burn everything after a while.”

“That kind of advanced technology…”

Ray nodded, not knowing that he was hanging on Ramiel’s arm like a monkey.

“Ramiel, did you make a Weber Light blister, no. Punch it, no. Punch it a little?”

The words he had carefully chosen were not sophisticated, but they succeeded in making Ramiel laugh lightly. He said with a very faint smile on his lips.

“That’s not possible.”

“Then why the gloves…?”

In response to Ray’s question, Ramiel recalled the unpleasant conversation from earlier.

The man, who had no memorable impression, repeated words that were not worth listening to.

“Alex is not worthy of your highness. She is not only a swearer, but also a person who plays with people’s hearts and easily ignores God.”

The man who had been harshly insulting Ray Alexis ended the conversation with a three-stage argument that he was the victim she had hurt, that she would make this fact known widely, and that if Ruivan did not want to hear bad reviews, he should ask for some kind of consolation money.

If he had any sense, he would have noticed that Ramiel’s face was cold, but he was so focused on expressing his grievance that he did not see it.

He must have calculated that if he just shook off Marin’s spider web around Ray’s neck, he would make a lot of money. Should she interpret this as a lot of brainpower, or should she consider it as being too thoughtless?

“You dare to insult my wife in front of me. You must be really crazy.”

Weber flinched at Ramiel’s cold words.

Perhaps he thought that since he had been busy with the subjugation war and had not developed social skills, and since he was rumored to be like an angel, he could be easily coaxed.

“I-it’s not me, but the Duke made a regrettable choice…”

“I will ask your family to take responsibility for tarnishing the honor of Ruivan.”

“D-Duke…”

“Get out.”

He trembled under Ramiel’s momentum and ran down the hallway without any manners.

The situation just now was nothing more than a fly flying in, so he could just ignore it, but strangely, Ramiel continued to feel dirty.

 

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