The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 130: A secret plan should have been done in a secret place for maximum chance of success

Chapter 130: A secret plan should have been done in a secret place for maximum chance of success

I blinked at her words and scratched my cheek. While it was true that I got ’fuller’, I had been moving my body a lot during the occasional spar, so it wasn’t just fat, but muscle that this body gained back. So I wasn’t ’fat’ per se, just noticeably rounder than before.

"Well, yes, I know I’m not fat...I just--"

"Yes, I understand, that’s not what I meant," Zia cut my words instantly.

I tilted my head confusedly. "...then?"

"Forget it," she waved her hand to dismiss the topic. But as I kept looking at her inquisitively--since there was nothing I could do while the seamstresses were at work--she bit her lips and opened her mouth again. "Do you remember how you looked back in the day, Val? When you just arrived in the tower?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded in response, and the one who was in the middle of comparing some gemstones with my hair held my head in place immediately. "Uhh...Why?"

Zia pursed her lips and asked carefully. "Were you always that...thin?"

Hmm...if I had to be honest, then...yes? I never had enough appetite with all the medication and the pain, and there was only so much an IV drip could do. It wasn’t like I often check myself in the mirror, since I was practically bedridden during my last year, but recalling the state of my arms the last time...

Now that I thought about it, the state of my body as I died and the state of Valmeier’s body that I woke up in was more or less the same. If I used Valmeier’s life as a background, then...

"Hmm...well, I was in a war..." I told her, "...and then I was sick," I didn’t think Valmeier ever had a fully nourish body too, recalling his background as an orphan, a traveling priest, and then a kingdom’s tool.

"But I’m not sick anymore now, so..." I shrugged. This time, the seamstresses didn’t hold me still anymore.

It was quite fascinating that so much could change just with the simple fact that I wasn’t in pain anymore. I could eat, I could exercise, I could learn and fight and think about the future. I could meet a lot of people and go to events. Hell--I could experience getting a fitting! It was fun, it put a smile on my face.

[Master!]

"Mm?" as I lifted my face, Jade was flapping its wings and hovering in front of me.

[Master not sick now? Master happy? Master have fun?]

I laughed at the beady green eyes that blinking repeatedly. "Yeah, I’m very healthy now, so I have a lot of fun."

[Jade healthy too! Jade have fun too!]

"Is that so? Good for us!"

[Good for us!]

The turquoise wings flapped excitedly and for a second, I thought the seamstresses would scold the bird for creating unnecessary wind. But it seemed like they were done fitting all the different garments, so Jade got pardoned from the scary professional demons.

"I think this size will be the most ideal going forward," Arta nodded as she circled me, who was still being pinned under all the garments. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what kind of outfit she actually wanted to make me wear. I just prayed it wasn’t anything too complicated.

"I’ll fill your closet with clothes of this size in the future," she added with a clap of her hands, as the demons started to peel away the garments from my body.

I raised my brows at her words, recalling my already full closet in the dressing room. "You’ll fill it even more?"

I hadn’t even worn all of them!

"Or would you like to buy some yourself?" she turned to face me, hands clasped in front of her chest as her face brightened suddenly. "We can stop by a few places during the annual inspection!"

Umm...my eyes immediately narrowed at that. Wasn’t the annual inspection supposed to be like...formal official visitation? You know...work stuff?

"Wouldn’t that be disturbing the itinerary?"

"It’s not like we won’t ever stop to rest," she made a face at me, like she was disappointed in my lack of enthusiasm. She just wanted a reason to ditch the schedule using me, huh? "And if the Lordship’s too busy--"

"And if I’m too busy?"

The low, smooth voice flew inside the room, and we all gasped collectively. I blinked, couldn’t even do anything with all the fabrics and the pins still stuck in me. The seamstresses, obviously, stopped what they were doing to bow, while Zia and Arta parted their lips in frozen surprise.

"You’re going to kidnap him and play dolls?" he tilted his head, long legs striding right towards me.

As Natha got closer, Zia and Arta snapped from their momentary shock and reacted with a high-pitch yell. "No! It’s supposed to be a surprise!"

"You’re not supposed to be here, my Lord!"

That did make Natha stop, brow raised in amusement. He looked at me, and all I could do was stared at him hopelessly.

Hey, I was as clueless as you, okay?

"So where am I supposed to be at?"

"Your office?" Arta answered with a grimace, as if she wasn’t supposed to be in her office too. She used her hands to signal the seamstresses to continue taking the fabric off my body--thank God!

Natha looked at her with a stare someone gave to their hopeless child. "No one ever told me there’s a plan for a fitting," he tilted his head and let his eyes roam through all the garments and prototype outfits. "This is...for the banquet?"

"Of course," Arta replied energetically. "It’ll be Young Master’s debut in high society, how could you not fix him some clothes for it, my Lord? Don’t you want to see him beautifully bedecked in a custom-made outfit?"

"I happen to think he’s beautiful no matter what he wears,"

Arta clicked her tongue at that, and I was sure if Natha wasn’t the Lord, she would have already rolled her eyes and cursed him. Instead, she said provocatively. "But don’t you want to see him in a matching outfit with you?"

"Hmm..." Natha raised his brow, shifting his gaze at me as if he was imagining the scenario of going down to the banquet hall in a matching outfit with me. His lips curled then, and I felt my face burn. "You’re right. I do want to see that."

"Thank you!" Arta threw her hands in the air.

But Zia still let out a whine. "But now the surprise ruined!"

"I’m sure I’ll get surprised either way," Natha smiled as he resumed his steps. The fabric was almost completely gone from my body, but I still did not dare to move, and it made me super conscious of Natha’s gaze. I was sure my cheeks were absolutely flaming. He stopped in front of me and ran his hands through the fabric still draped over my shoulder. "This is not even done yet, and I’m sure you’ll put more accessories on him..."

"Still..."

"Just make sure not to do it too excessively," his hand traveled up, brushing a stray hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear. "He’s already too pretty as he is."

Shut up! I pressed my lips in embarrassment. Don’t you know the seamstress in charge of taking off the last fabric glancing at me with a teasing smile?

"I know, I know," now that she wasn’t facing Natha, Arta could roll her eyes as much as she wanted. "Have I ever disappointed you in that regard, my Lord?"

"Mm," Natha just hummed in response and, as if ignoring everyone else, just took both my hands and kissed them, eyes still staring at me--at how much I turned into a boiled crab, maybe.

And then he help me step down from the pedestal where I had to stand in as they did the fitting, so I got a leeway to look down and control the temperature affecting my face as Natha continued to interview the demons. "Are you sure you can have it ready before the banquet?"

"Of course! Trust my seamstresses!" Arta tapped her chest confidently. She had to, considering the banquet was like...three days away?

Would it truly be possible? She wasn’t like...making them speedrunning the outfit, was she? But then, I had no idea how clothes were made, and there was magic in this world, so...

"Don’t make something that’ll mar his beauty," Natha said, in utmost seriousness, as if mocking my effort to stop getting flustered.

"By your command."

The seamstresses bowed low and answered in unison, before starting to pack everything while Natha took my hand and led me out of the living room. Arta stayed behind to direct them again, and probably started the clothes-making process right away. But Zia followed us, since Natha gave a signal for her too.

"Are you here for luncheon?" I asked curiously, since the only time he got back to the suite was usually to have lunch with me.

But we were heading toward the front door, not the small room that had been converted into a dining room now--since the vassals kept on visiting during breakfast.

Natha smiled as he answered mysteriously. "A luncheon, yes. But not here,"

"Huh?" my head tilted in contemplation. And then I saw Zia that was following us and suddenly realized why. "Oh, they’re here?"

The delegations from the Realm of Lust.

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