Duke's Beautiful Tailor

“The master has a lot of apprentices, so even if he thinks it was strange, the duke will not bother to check it out.”

“Yeah, I’m sure the duke of high stature doesn’t pay attention to commoners like us. Let’s go ahead and go, Jerome. Bring me clothes to wear. I’ll try it on and see if it’s too strange.”

Helena asked in a cheerful tone.

After a while, Helena became more confident when she tried on the men’s clothes Jerome had brought. She looked vague, but she thought it’ll work out anyway.

But the moment she put on the wig, Helena panicked.

“Um, this looks cheesy.”

“You’re right.”

Jerome also had a troubled face.

In the Kingdom of Lasue, a wig was used to make the hair look fuller as possible, not to make long, voluminous hair look as short as a boy’s.

There are wigs used at masquerade parties, but they are also used to create an exaggerated decorative effect. It was literally an advertisement for wearing a wig.

“This won’t do. I’ll have to cut my hair.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

Jerome screamed as Helena spoke, taking off her last wig.

“There is no other way.”

“But…”

He had suggested a way to trick the duke by disguising himself as a man, but when this happened, Jerome groaned in agony. Jerome looked at Helena with bitterness. Helena’s soft golden-brown hair, which fell down to her waist, was so beautiful that it was lustrous and shiny.

To Jerome, who had worked for the Stud family all her life, Helena was almost like his own daughter. He had been caring for Helena from the time she was born and was proud of her, who has grown into a beautiful girl who could stand out when put anywhere.

Helena’s pretty and beautiful hair…

Jerome’s heart sank when he thought of that hair being cut off to become short as a boy’s because of family circumstances.

“It’s okay, Jerome. Think about it. This is a matter of the survival of <Book of Knights>. It’s a shame, but my hair grows quickly anyway.”

Helena couldn’t help but lose her hair. However, if she had to deceive the duke somehow, she wanted to do anything possible. She didn’t want to cast any doubts with such a clumsy disguise.

“Give me a pair of scissors.”

“Miss.”

“I’ve already made up my mind.”

Jerome sighed deeply.

He knew he couldn’t stop Helena from coming out like this.

“All right. I’ll get you the nicest wig in Rasue for you.”

“Thank you, Jerome.”

Helena laughed lightly. Once she made up her mind, she didn’t hesitate.

“Rather than bringing you scissors, I will bring May. She’ll be able to cut it skillfully.”

“Oh, yeah. Please do.”

May was Helena’s maid. The child Helena had been with as a playmate since she was young, and she had a heavy mouth, so she was reliable and had good dexterity.