I Tried to Become a Worthless Scumbag to Break Our Engagement for His Happiness, but Instead I Was Hugged, Kissed, and Sworn Eternal Love by the Ice Knight (BL) - CHAPTER 38
The carriage stopped, and when Fleck received word from the coachman that they had arrived, he was suddenly lifted into someone’s arms.
He thought, as usual, that Lord Rocca would help him down, but instead his body was swiftly swept up and, just like that, carried out of the carriage.
What kind of skill was that? Held in a princess carry, Fleck blushed furiously, trying not to cling any closer.
His cane had long since been placed in Lord Rocca’s domain of spatial magic. Their steps were smooth and steady, leaving Fleck with nothing he could say.
He could feel the gazes of the people in the street. Ah, rumors again—no, it’s already too late—he thought in confusion.
Without a care for Fleck’s turmoil, Lord Rocca walked toward a refined-looking building.
At the door, his hands full, someone on the inside opened it for them.
The one who welcomed them was a slim man. Wearing a fitted shirt and vest, with slicked-back hair and an air of cleanliness, the man smiled gently and bowed.
“Welcome, Lord Rocca. We have been waiting for you.”
“I’ll be relying on you again today.”
“Please leave everything to me, Lord Rocca. I shall mend and tailor with all my heart.”
From their familiar exchange, Fleck understood this man was Lord Rocca’s personal tailor. And then, he couldn’t help but think, jealous, that this man probably knew every one of Lord Rocca’s sizes. He shut his eyes for a moment at the thought.
They were shown to a private room, where Lord Rocca sat down on the sofa—still carrying Fleck.
And so, Fleck ended up sitting on his lap.
Wha—wait.
He tried at least to move to the side, but how could a mere bureaucrat overpower a knight? There was no chance.
“Let’s prepare the basic set, casual wear, and formal dress…”
“And what about footwear, my lord?”
“Ah, of course, I’ll order some. I’ll provide the material myself.”
“Understood. And what about his cane?”
“I’ve already given you the last one… but perhaps two or three more would be good.”
“Um… Lord Rocca.”
“Hm? Ah, let’s look at the catalog together.”
“…Haah…”
The gentle sky-colored eyes beside him were so delighted that Fleck swallowed the words he wanted to say—that he wanted to get off his lap, that he didn’t need that many clothes.
“This one looks good too.”
“…Haah…”
The catalog, filled with design sketches, was placed on the low table before them. Together, they looked it over.
Fleck found himself distracted by the papers. For fashionable things like this, hand-drawn pages that could be replaced seemed the most practical. Recently, even blueprints had begun to be drawn on recording tablets, but perhaps art was still too difficult for them? Was it the colors? Ah, yes, probably the colors.
As he turned page after page of clothes in vivid hues, his thoughts wandered only to such things.
“Fleck, which one do you like?”
“Eh?”
Suddenly asked, Fleck had been busy thinking about whether enlarging recording tablets was still too costly in manufacturing. So he didn’t quite understand what he had just been asked.
“Uh, um, well—”
“There’s no need to hold back.”
Fleck faltered, unable to answer. The truth was, he had no interest at all in the catalog’s contents, his mind absorbed in the format and preservation of it instead.
Yet Lord Rocca waited with an eager, sparkling look.
Resigned, Fleck braced himself for Lord Rocca’s disappointment, and spoke the truth.