My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 83

Christina’s severed hair falls to the floor with a thud.

“People who have it don’t understand! I’ve always hated this hair!”

Even if a duke’s daughter like Christina, who has literally everything, tells me “People who have it don’t understand,” it doesn’t resonate with me at all…

But I think saying “such things” was a bit inappropriate. Other people can’t understand someone’s complex.

Christina, a genuine noble lady, even went so far as to cut her hair. For Christina, not being blonde must have been a significant complex.

“Silver hair… it’s beautiful, but…”

“……What?”

The words that slipped out of my mouth were picked up, making things somewhat awkward, but it’s undeniable that Christina’s silver hair is very beautiful.

It seems that the beauty of hair does not affect one’s character.

“Ah, no, it’s true that your hair is beautiful. Even that cut hair could be sold for a high price in the commoners’ district!?”

“Huh!?”

While Christina and I were going back and forth, Phos and Kaia secretly knocked the knife out of Christina’s hand and kicked it towards the master.

The husband, who had been watching the whole sequence of events, quickly picked up the knife that had rolled to his feet and secured it.

“Besides, I don’t like my blonde hair.”

“Huhhh?!?!”

This is my true feelings. Whenever I see my blonde hair, I can’t help but remember that day when I was surrounded by the knights of the duke’s family and had my magic stone shattered.

Recently, thanks to Marie who takes care of me every day with a happy look and compliments me, I’ve become quite accepted…

I can’t believe that the reason Christina is unusually hostile towards me is because of this blonde hair. I might end up hating this hair color again.

“What the heck is that!? Are you picking a fight with me!?”

“Seriously, how can you say that in your current state…? No matter how you look at it, Christina is the one picking a fight with me, right?”

“Why… is blonde hair a symbol of authority in this country? Is that all that’s needed? That…”

“Christina! Oh, what have you done…?”

Confirming that her husband has secured the knife, her brother-in-law rushes over to Christina.

Seeing my sister with a strange haircut because only part of her hair was cut off, my brother-in-law looks like he’s about to cry.

I want you to realize that what Christina is doing is definitely causing damage to your brother-in-law, not to me.

“Sorry, sorry, Christina. I thought you were happy and loved by everyone. I didn’t know you were struggling with your hair color like that!”

“Struggling…? No, it’s not me who’s struggling, the problem is with those around me… I’m just…”

Is it because of your excessive pride that you don’t even want to admit you were struggling with your hair color?

If that’s the case, I think it would be quite a tiring way to live.

“Anyway, first let’s change clothes and quickly do something about that hair. Then, let’s have Christina’s favorite hot chocolate made and talk with big brother.”

My brother-in-law is trying to calm Christina down and take her away, but… wait a minute!!

“Brother-in-law, are you going to help me change into the dress too?”

“Uh, no way, that’s just impossible. I’ll leave it to the maid properly.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t trust the maid in this house at all. I’ll help.”

When my husband heard that, he told me it was dangerous and tried to stop me, but there’s no way I could lose to Christina one-on-one. I convinced him by saying that Phos and Kaia would be there too, and somehow got him to agree.

Have my brother-in-law and husband wait by the door, and Christina and I will enter the room.

I never imagined that I would end up entering Christina’s room like this, even though I never did when we were living together.

“Come on, turn around quickly. I’ll take it off.”

Perhaps she was no longer in the mood to resist, Christina slowly turned around and obediently changed her clothes.

Ah, it’s finally back! My dress!!

Overwhelmed with emotion, I tightly hug the dress.

With the relief of the dress returning, I felt a bit more at ease.

“Hey, I’ll trim your hair while I’m at it. Sit down.”

“Huh? You?”

“Yeah. Back in the commoner days, I used to cut the hair of kids in the downtown area a lot, so I’m pretty good at it, you know?”

“Don’t compare me to the kids from the downtown area!!”

I make Christina, who is blushing and angry, sit down anyway and prepare the scissors without question.

“It’s better than leaving it as it was! Ah, ah, cutting it this short. Were you planning to go to a convent or something?”

“No way, a convent…”

“I think it’s still better than being in the convent. You said it yourself. The ducal family and I are both finished.”

Christina is thinking with her eyes downcast, but there is a certain lifelessness in her eyes.

“You have to take responsibility for what you’ve done. Yes, I did it.”

Yes, we must take responsibility for what we have done.

Even though she was already under suspension, she went and got involved in the theft of a dress. She will probably face a fairly severe punishment.

By the time the conversation ended, Christina’s beautiful long silver hair, which had reached her waist, had been cut into a short bob that was even with her jawline.

Hmm, it’s frustrating, but when you’re naturally good-looking, you look good no matter what you do.

Although still rare for noblewomen, short hairstyles are quite popular among commoners.

Yeah, I did a good job, if I do say so myself.

After tying Christina’s long hair with a ribbon, I hand it over, saying, “Here you go.”

“What do you mean, I don’t need it. This hair.”

“That thing can really sell for a high price. In other words, it’s something of great value to those who buy it. Even if I dislike Christina, there are people who need it, and it might be a symbol of authority in this country, but I dislike my blonde hair.”

Christina just stares intently at her hair in her hand, without saying anything.

“Well then, I’ve returned the dress, so I’m leaving now. I’ll go call my brother-in-law, so just wait quietly.”

From here on, it probably isn’t my place to get involved.

When I stepped out of the room holding the dress, my brother-in-law was standing there with a worried look, holding a cup of hot chocolate.

“I’ll leave the rest to you, brother-in-law. …Listening and spoiling are two different things, you know?”

My brother-in-law, upon hearing that from me, gave a slightly troubled smile that resembled my father’s. Still, he nodded firmly.