The Return of the Female Knight

CHAPTER 40: You 're so Beautiful

Opera is a popular pastime enjoyed by many royals. Elena attended some by herself. Tickets command a wide price range depending on the place of benefit, with the price of ordinary seats almost equal to the monthly wages of commoners. Nevertheless, many royals went to see the opera and its performances were often sold out.

However, even without such a high price, it made no sense for Elena and Carlisle to meet at such a place. Carlisle was aware that Elena wanted to hide their relationship before the party, and he wanted to know why she chose opera. While it was a place where nobles would occasionally gather in person, regardless of their efforts, they would definitely bump into anyone from the entrance to their seats.

'… What are you thinking?'

Elena had not expected Carlisle to ignore her request not to be seen together. If that was the case, he would have gotten the robe back then as well.

As Elena pondered her thoughts, Kuhn, who was waiting for her answer, opened her mouth to speak first.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go."

"Oh, wait a minute. Can you see if there is a store in the capital where I can get a dress? "

"I'll find one if you want, but you'll see someone more suitable than me that you can ask."

"Someone who is more suitable …?"

Elena's face turned into light curiosity, and Kuhn elaborated.

"Yes. I'm talking about the General. "

"How did the prince know about that?"

Carlisle was known to have been on the battlefield since he was young, and he had only been in the capital for a short time. She doesn't seem to be the type of person who knows anything about fashion or clothing.

“You will meet and hear the story about the General in person. That's all I can say. "

Kuhn kept his words if he had no intention of explaining anything else. Elena knew she would not get any more answers from him, so she simply nodded. He'll find out when he goes to the opera tonight.

"Then I'll go."

"Of course."

There was no reason for Elena to keep Kuhn here any longer. Once he was allowed, he disappeared from the window in an instant. It had all become very familiar to Elena.

She was left alone in her room. Elena let out a long sigh and calmed her mind again.

Kungkwang!

He heard footsteps running towards his room, and suddenly the door opened. Mirabelle who barged in without knocking.

"Brother!"

Elena would scold Mirabelle for her rudeness until she saw the intense expression on her face.

"What's the problem?"

“I heard the dress for the ball completely destroyed. Really it?"

"Ah."

When Elena heard about the incident, she did not mention it to Mirabelle, worried that her sister would not be able to sleep. It seems like he finally learned about it.

"Mirabelle, you know …"

Elena began to sweat in fear of Mirabelle's impending disappointment. Elena briefly explained that Tilda's maid was alone in the freight car, and allegedly tore off her dress and fled. Elena didn't mention Sophie. The details around him are unclear.

"So what are we doing now? Can we not go to the dance again? ”

“It's too early to say. Right now, I am looking into finding out there are clothing stores that can take orders. ”

“All good are filled. Is there anything we can do? ”

Mirabelle's feelings are understandable. They are here for the ball, where the crown prince will perform first. The Blais family was unable to come up with such a humble appearance, not when all the nobles would wear their best clothes. Better not to go.

But Elena couldn't just give up, not when she planned her first official meeting with Carlisle, and not when Mirabelle had anticipated the ball for a long time. It was a situation where the two of them were upset for different reasons.

Mirabelle then spoke regretfully.

"I'm sorry. You never had to wear such a beautiful dress before .. ”

His voice then rose in anger.

"Who did this? There's no way Tilda would do this on her own. ”

“Wait a minute. Your brother's working on it. ”

Elena approached her heartbroken sister and gently stroked her hair.

"We're gonna make it to that dance."

"…Is that possible? “

Elena's thoughts turned to Carlisle, whom she was supposed to meet tonight.

"Well, I'll try my best."

There was a lot to be done with Carlisle after he saw it. She had no idea what she could do to help, but if the meeting came to fruition, Elena would have to find another way. He glanced at the clock, confirming the clock that Carlisle would send a train.

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Time passed with light feet. Before long the clock was approaching eight o'clock, the hour when the train would arrive. At that moment, Elena finished all her preparations to attend the opera. Although she preferred to dress modestly, tonight she was dressed as lavishly as possible for this event. It might still not be as luxurious as the other noble ladies, but she made up for it with her pretty face.

To explain the sudden walk, Elena tells Mirabelle that she will be looking for a clothing store to finish a new dress. That's not entirely wrong. He would ask about it when he met Carlisle.

Soon the clock is exactly eight o'clock.

Dulgulug, dulgulug.

A magnificent black carriage creaked to a stop in front of the main gate of Blaise's house. Elena watched from the window, noting that Carlisle's time was as sharp as the edge of a knife. The coachman stood up from the carriage and spoke to a servant, then the servant spoke to the butler, who finally spoke to him.

"The carriage has arrived, Madam."

Elena was already conscious and headed straight outside.

"thank you. Please tell my dad that I'm out if he comes. "

"Yes, woman. Stay safe."

After receiving a polite delivery from Michael, Elena approached the black carriage. The coachman leaned over to Elena and opened the carriage door.

Tak–

After safely confirming that Elena was inside the plane, she closed the door and immediately the carriage departed slowly. Blaise carriages were indeed comfortable, but they could not even be compared to this one. The journey was so smooth that Elena could not feel the wheels turning at all. It was the most luxurious way to travel he had ever experienced.

She remembers Carlisle riding with her on Blaise's train not long ago.

"If he's used to riding a train like this, then he's definitely not comfortable."

Elena smiled at herself. For some reason, it was hard to imagine Carlisle riding the train alone. Even though he was the crown prince who could ride him whenever he wanted, he seemed to be more suited to riding horses.

He didn't know why he thought of that.

"In hindsight, since when do I not hate to see her?"

She didn't choose this wedding because she liked it. Their marriage was a contractual marriage because she had many benefits from it, excluding her own emotions and interests.

"Well, it's better than having an uncomfortable relationship."

Elena was comfortable. Any support is good, he thought.

After a long but comfortable train ride, she finally arrived at the opera house. The carriage door opened before Elena had to say anything, and as soon as she stepped out, her eyes widened as the scene unfolded in front of her.

'What ... what is this?'

From where he got out of the carriage, he was surrounded by a huge black banner. He walked forward in wonder.

Whililigu–

The banners moved in Elena's footsteps. When he looked closely, he saw that there were people around him, holding their banners and protecting them so that no other nobles could see them.

Suddenly there were voices in the strange scene.

"Who is that?"

"Who is the one who is respected?"

Elena could not identify the owner of the voice outside the banner. Now Elena understood why Carlisle felt comfortable meeting her here.

"Caril's sure he won't show my face to anyone."

Elena stopped her footsteps, because she had never imagined herself in this kind of situation. However, he would only attract the attention of others if he continued to stay. Due to Elena's hesitation, the banner in front of the siege spoke in a low voice.

"Please follow me."

"…"

Elena wordlessly moved forward with the guidance of the bannerman in front. How many people could recognize Elena with just her voice?

"Did he take me to the VIP seat?"

There are rumors that VIP seats are a popular place for wealthy aristocratic men to get involved in affairs. The cost of the opera was so high that he could not begin to guess where he was taken.

"Wait, is anyone there?"

"Is that a princess from another country?"

He could clearly hear what the other nobles were saying outside the banner shield. However, Elena continued walking forward, even though her mind was filled with questions.

After seeing the banner stop, Elena looked around to see where she had arrived.

"Well…"

Shouts came out of his mouth. He laughed that he imagined himself in a VIP area, when in fact he was in the most expensive box in the opera.

He only saw the boxes from afar and this was the first time he had been inside the boxes. There are only a few private boxes in the opera house, which are not reserved for purchase like other seating, but are only accessible exclusively by their owners. Only the richest people in the empire could afford them. Since the regular seats in the opera were the monthly salaries of commoners, Elena could not even guess how much it would cost to buy a private box.

The banner that guided Elena spoke again.

"Get in."

Elena recovered and she nodded and stepped in. The sound of the door opening was like thunder as anticipation increased his senses.

Inside the room Carlisle sat relaxed with his arms folded. The chairs were placed in a dark area, so it would be difficult to see them sitting there.

Carlisle slowly turned to the door, noticing Elena had entered. Their eyes met in midair, and he saw Carlisle's blue irises shining faintly in the darkness. He is a hungry predator facing his prey.

There was a moment of silence. The door swung shut behind Elena and her head turned reflexively towards the sound. Carlisle looked at her for a moment then spoke first.

"I'm glad no one saw you tonight."

"…"

"Something troublesome might happen if they did."

"What do you mean…?"

“That's because you're so beautiful. I'll dig into the eyes of those who look at you. "

Elena's face turned red. It was the first time he had heard such a compliment.

"Thank you for saying that, but that joke is pretty extreme."

Carlisle smiled looking at Elena's reddened face.

"Please sit down."

Elena felt suspicious about all of this, but she had come this far and could not return now. He sat down next to her at her request, but he could not let go of the uneasy feeling.

“I don't know about you, Madam, but I've never been to a place like this. I only know the battlefield. "

"…"

"So I want to come with you."

He didn't expect her to invite him to the opera house. He organized his thoughts then replied in a calm voice.

"Is this chair on loan from someone you know?"

"No."

It was a very short but firm rebuttal. However, he seemed to answer that question in a different way.

"Did you like opera?"

"No, it's not like that …"

Elena doesn't hate opera, though some members of the nobility may do. But that's not the problem — the problem is that they are in a very expensive box. He didn't know how much it would cost, but even if he did he couldn't pretend it didn't bother him.

"Then I hope we can watch more operas together in the future."

Carlisle's words seemed to imply that he bought this box himself. Elena was surprised that she would reveal such an important fact casually. That would be too much, even for the crown prince. He could not freely reach the state treasury unless he was the emperor.

Moreover, Carlisle did not have much social influence, and it had not been long since he had gone from the battlefield to the capital. Where he earned such a large sum of money is questionable. He could not even understand why he had spent so much money in meetings with her. Money has many practical uses. If Carlisle became emperor, he would have to save it for the future.

"You spend too much money on useless things."

Carlisle looked at her with a flat expression.

"I'm a man with high taste."

“No matter how high. How can you– ”

"You said you didn't want anyone to know about us, so aren't you happy with this box chair?"

"That's …"

There was nothing wrong with what Carlisle said, and he shut his mouth. At Elena's puzzled expression, her tone changed subtly.

"There's one thing you don't know."

Elena's eyes turned towards Carlisle who was sitting next to her. He would ask what he meant, but Carlisle's voice preceded Elena's question.

"When you look at me with those eyes, I want to give you everything."