Chapter 6

The Duke, who had finished arranging his brushes, stopped holding the canvas to organize the painting. The woman in the picture. A woman with a rather pretty figure and a beautiful body, a woman with skin that every man would like to touch at least once, staring blankly at herself in the picture. I had fun while drawing it. Because he loved to paint and to see. Moreover, while drawing, it was nice to be able to get rid of work on the battlefield and other distractions. Outside of his working hours, it was the biggest reason I devoted myself to painting. A maid in his own house whom she met by chance. The woman in the picture looked like an adult, but the actual model seemed childish.

It felt like a flower that had just sprouted. At first, I just wanted to draw. Everyone who draws has times when they want to draw something they happen to encounter. I also want to draw a passing cat if it is cute. So I just made an offer, and I thought it was more likely to be rejected. Because people were afraid of themselves. Having to sit still in a room alone with the villainous duke whom I had only heard about through rumors, there was no torture. Someone might ask if it was a new type of bullying. However, Lillian came to see me again saying that she would go to work that day, and the rumors went away peacefully. She even fell asleep.

I couldn’t help but be curious. People who are not afraid of themselves doze off even though no one has seen them, regardless of gender or age. Is it bold, or is it that you don’t know who you are?

‘Judging from the fact that she called me Duke, I don’t think she doesn’t know.’

I wanted to know more about her. What kind of person are you, what do you think so that you are not afraid of yourself?

“Even if my mother is sick and scared, I won’t tolerate it.”

It was the most plausible reasoning. Like other people, he was afraid of himself, but he might have endured it thinking of her mother who was sick.

I don’t know. Isn’t it very touching because she is really filial? The duke thought that the model’s remuneration should be increased. I wanted to draw her again soon.

***

It was the next day again. After finishing her work, Lillian visited the duke without fail. But in the knocking room, there’s no sign of him.

“Duke?”

Lillian gently opened the door and looked inside. I looked all over but no one was there.

“Where have you been? Are you busy? backcountry I didn’t hear the word.”

Lily cautiously entered the room and looked around for the duke, but still he was nowhere to be seen.

“Today I just have to go home. “

It was when she was about to leave the room.

“I was late because I was late for work.”

“Ah… I thought you weren’t drawing today.”

“If you did, you would have told me in advance.”

The peacock hurriedly prepared to paint and started. “I have a costume I want you to wear today, is that okay?”

“Yes.”

Lillian had already painted nudes, so she wondered if it mattered what she was wearing. The duke has a strange taste, so he dresses her in imaginary and outrageous clothes. It would be better than taking it all off.

“I prepared clothes in the back, so put them on and come out.”

“Yes.”

Lillian casually went to the rear screen to change clothes. It didn’t exist originally, but the duke installed it in one day. However, contrary to Lillian’s imagination, there was a fine dress hanging there. However, it was just an expensive dress that Lillian couldn’t buy even if she saved up money for the rest of her life. Lillian, who was nervous inside, took off her clothes to put on the dress, relieved. And when she tried to put on the dress the duke had prepared for her, she panicked. I’ve never worn a dress this luxurious in my whole life, so I had no idea how to wear it. Lillian had worked as a maid all her life, but most of it was cleaning or kitchen work, and she did not directly take care of high- ranking nobles. When Lillian did not come out after a long time, the duke approached the screen and asked.

“What’s up? Why don’t you come out?”

“Duke…? “

“…..”

“I don’t know how to wear it. “

“….”

Lillian answered in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s.