Vol. 3 Chapter 64: Socializing (Part 1) (Patreon)

Multiple maids surrounded me, in their hands were kits for makeup. I have just finished my fresh bath, and right next to the bath was this wide and strange, and yet an object of envy on my side. There was a wall height and length mirror in front of me.

Yes, one that would normally be seen where people practice dancing. But this one’s purpose was not for that, it was used for beautifying — which I imagine Mizia used a lot, and had mostly a monopoly over it. And now I was the one using it, Mizia should be coming along shortly.

The maids serving this house sighed in awe, their eyes sparkling, and cheeks blushing as they looked at me. Me, the one with the pale skin, smooth and flawless. Me, with the most valuable jewel-like platinum hair. Me with the eyes of hypnotizing crimson. Me, with the greatest beauty in all of the world.

“Oh my gods…”

“She’s so shiny.”

“So perfect.”

“So this is the mysterious princess…”

“... No wonder.”

“I can’t take my eyes off her…”

I acted shy and lowered my head, adorably smiling, as the maids murmured to each other. I caught Mera furrowing her brows and staring at each of the maids. Easy girl, nothing to worry here, I think…

“L-Let’s get started.” one of the maids said.

They approached, but one hesitated. “Are we even worthy of touching her? Her flawless skin…”

I was in my bath robes, and yes, they could touch me bare. But it would seem I was so radiant in the eyes of those inferior to me and thus they hesitated. Kidding, they’re just being dramatic…

“It’s alright,” I said like an angel that had descended from heaven. “We can proceed. Do what you must.”

The maids looked at each other, awkwardly smiling, before they began working.

They first helped me dry up, rubbing the wet off my body, my hair mostly. Also I insisted on rubbing some parts of my body myself, ‘cause with this many people here, it was quite embarrassing. It would have been fine if there was one maid with me, like how it usually is with Mera. But that was not the case here, so yeah… Gotta protect my dignity and my lady-ness in the presence of other ladies.

After my body more or less dried up, I sat down and they had me slip into a plain white dress. It was a temporary covering before the actual dress as they’ll be fixing me up, styling my hair, applying makeup. Although, I think I would only require light makeup. Very light.

They all first started with my hair. By the way, it has gotten way longer than before, I may need to cut it eventually. But, seeing how valuable looking my hair was, it kinda violated something in my heart. Still, it had to be done.

Regardless of the length, the maids seemed to be enjoying themselves by touching my hair.

“It’s so smooth and silky.”

“Look how it glimmers.”

“Smells so good too.”

Hey~ careful with the sniffing, girls!

And I just took a bath, of course it would smell nice. It took a brief moment before they stopped being too entranced by my perfection and continued working. A short while later, Mizia entered the room, wearing the same bathrobe as I, fresh from the bath. With her were her own set of maids.

My maids looked at her with adoration, almost like how it did with me. Mizia was also almost perfect, skin smooth and fair, face so keen and pretty, her eyes sweet and kind, red hair as beautiful as the sunset. Not gonna lie, I felt proud.

Don’t know why that guy just broke her heart, hm, what was that guy’s name again? He was my dancing practice partner on a few occasions. Eh, in the end, he was still too insignificant for me to remember. Kidding.

Just, how dare that guy hurt my precious Mizia?!

Look at her, sooooo precious. Why would anyone ever want to hurt her? Hm, wait, wasn’t I supposed to be the innocent, fragile, and pure one here?

“Estelia, are you doing alright?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Good, you must be feeling nervous. But it’s going to be fine, just deep breaths.” She began drying herself up. “Ah, please only put light makeup on me.” She said to the maids.

“M-Me too, please don’t put too much.”

I was intending on telling them later, but this time it would work too.

One of the maids spoke up. “Of course, with how beautiful you two already are, placing too much makeup will only ruin your beauty.”

Now she gets it!

Indeed, naturally beauty wins all! Well realistically natural beauty only wins all when you are naturally beautiful.

‘But Estelia, everyone is beautiful in their own way!’ — yeah, yeah.

Anyways, the maids prepared the two of us altogether. Once everything that had to do with our heads was almost finished, they brought us to another nearby room. This had a few wide dressing screens and a few wardrobes. My dress had already been brought here beforehand.

Of course unexpectedly, or perhaps it should have been expected, Mizia already had one prepared just for me. It fitted nicely even. I have some dresses prepared for this occasion placed in special suitcases, but okay, I guess it’s not that big of a deal. At least what she had for me looked amazing, I shouldn’t even question her sense of fashion anyway.

I stood on the safe side of the screen and then a maid brought in the dress. It was colored in the purity of white and the gentle touch of azure. A color fitting for a kind girl like me.

The maids checked the beautiful and expensive dress for creases and handled it with incredible gentleness. Don’t want to damage the princess’s dress in any way. When it appeared to be fine, I began slipping into the dress.

It took just a little struggle, as I was already used to this kind of thing. I got to say, it really was made of the finest material, so comfortable to wear. And the design was not something to be disregarded, designed by the finest designer in Wisteria. Same person who designed, made and improved my combat outfit. It has been a while since I last saw him. I imagine I’ll be seeing him some time before my debut.

I straightened the sleeve, then pulled down the ankle-length skirt a little.

The maids let out small gasps as they looked at my beautiful peak form.

“So pretty…”

I wanted to be smug about it, but I was a humble person, so I had to act all shy. I blushed a little as I stared at my reflection, yeah amazing me. Sometimes I wish I could take a picture of myself and save it, perhaps even set it as my phone’s wallpaper. But alas, there’s no phone around here. Sad.

“It’s time for the finishing touches, milady,” said Mera. There was little sternness or roughness in that voice of hers. Hm, aren’t you proud of how beautiful your superior is now?

Oh well, I guess she was trying to be serious in the presence of other maids. At least she wasn’t going crazy with jealousy or something, even Mera wouldn’t be like that… right?

I sat down on the chair with no backrest and they started giving the finishing touches. They first finalized styling my hair, making sure there was no strand that got lost from the group. As they did that, they placed accessories on my hair — hair pin of jewels, and golden strings all around the braiding. I was basically glittering.

Next were the earrings, made up of small diamonds and mostly gold. Too much diamond might end up too heavy for me, so this was just alright. After that, they finished up my light makeup and some little things.

And with that, we were done.

I stood in front of the large mirror in all of my glory. I was beautiful, maddeningly beautiful. Like a veritable goddess indeed. Through the mirror’s reflection, I saw the wide and satisfied smiles of the maids that fixed me up. Almost like they had just achieved their greatest feat in life. Of course Mera’s was among the smiles.

I turned around to check up on my cousin, she was finishing up. But she was already shining brilliantly like a chandelier at a party, or the moon and its beautiful illumination during the clear night sky. I couldn’t help but smile.

The maids taking care of her stepped back, and Mizia turned towards me with an incredibly charming and pretty smile. Her eyes shining like large pieces of jewels reflecting the sun’s light. Her crimson hair was so silky and smooth, as beautiful as the view of nature come spring.

She was my cousin, indeed. Only my bloodline could possess beauty to this godly level. You sure you’re not a goddess yourself, Mizia? Hehe.

She walked towards me, taking care not to wrinkle her extravagant gold, black and red dress. The luxurious accessories on her hair kept things together and only made her appear more pleasant to the common eye. She moved so elegantly that I almost thought she was superior to me in that regard.

But of course I was superior! No freaking way someone could beat me in that.

My cousin looked at me from top to bottom before nodding energetically.

“Fantastic! So, are we good to go?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Alright then, we’ll each bring a maid to accompany us…” she paused for a moment. “And your knight…” she didn’t seem to like it.

I resisted the urge to chuckle, and thus instead I smiled. “Let’s go.”

We made our way to the garden, where we will be greeting our guests — fellow noble ladies in the capital city. Exciting stuff.