TL: Zimming
âWell, what should I give him?â
I left the cake shop and agonized with a serious face.
âYou know, Adrâ¦â¦ what are you doing?â
When I turned my head to ask him what he wanted, I saw Adrian packing the candle that was wrapped in cream.
ââ¦â¦Why?â
I immediately shook my head.
âIâd better focus on choosing a gift.â
The prince, who celebrated his birthday with a friend for the first time, would be happy even if I gave him a stone by the side of the road.
Adrian followed me after wrapping candles in a handkerchief and putting them in his pocket.
âIs there a place you want to go?â
Adrian nodded when I asked.
âA bakery or something.â
âLike a bakeryâ¦â¦. Where are the commoners going?â
âYeah, I like a place only you know.â
He must have liked the commoner experience quite a lot.
âThen, letâs seeâ¦â¦where to go.â
I asked Adrian as I rubbed my chin and pondered.
âShould we do a commoner package trip?â
âWhat is it?â
âWell, a package trip that beggars always wanted?â
Adrianâs eyes narrowed slightly, perhaps because he didnât expect the word beggar to come out. But as my eyes kept twinkling, he smiled slightly and nodded. I grinned and said, âOkay.â
âThen letâs start the trip, prince.â
Adrian smiled in a friendly way.
First, I headed to the parlor near the cake shop.
The clerk of the parlor was resting his chin on the counter without getting up even when he heard the sound of the jingle.
Adrian asked me.
âTo buy clothes?â
âNo, cape.â
âBut this isnât a dressing room.â
âThey make and sell capes with the leftover scraps of cloth. So itâs very cheap, but warm and pretty.â
He doesnât know how much I wanted to have a cape like this in my life as a beggar. Adrian stood motionless and asked as I went to the place where the cape was placed.
ââ¦â¦Pretty?â
It could look like rags to the eyes of the prince as he lived in the imperial palace where people dressed fancily.
âIf you wear one of these in winter, the kids around here will be envious!â
The children who live in the slums, have no guardians, are poor, and mostly sick, they cannot even think of buying clothes or something like that.
I usually wear clothes that people gave to the orphanage, and even if it I had basic outfits, the coat was a problem.
Coats with goose fur, rabbit fur, or thick fabric are expensive, so they were often worn again even if it was torn. They usually passed those to their younger siblings. It was a lucky day to get a coat that was thrown away.
âUsually, the stronger kids get those.â
So in winter, a child wearing a cape like this was lucky.
âAt the time, this looked more precious than Sharonâs clothes⦠⦠.â
I touched the scraps of the cloak and immersed myself in the memories.
âIt looks warm, though. And if you search well, you can get a pretty cloak. The cloak here is made by the owner of the cloth shop as a hobby, but sometimes she make pretty cloaks because she has a passion.â
âSomething like this?â
Adrian grabbed a pastel pink cape.
âRight! â¦â¦Ah.â
As I let down my hand after shouting happily, Adrian looked at me.
ââ¦â¦Leblaine.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âLeblaine?â
I smoothed the pink cape as my forehead narrowed.
âItâs her cape.â
âLook, Blaine. Pretty, huh?â
âWow! Wow! Where did you get this? Pretty.â
âIâve been saving money since the summer without Max knowing.â
âPretty. Itâs really pretty. You look like a princess!â
âDo you want to buy this?â
Adrian asked and I shook my head in response.
ââ¦â¦No.â
The fact that it was still there meant that she might soon stop by this parlor.
âLetâs search something for you. Oh, how about this six-button cape?â
âUp to you.â
âBut itâs the nicest one here. Donât you want to wear it?â
âIâll take anything that you like.â
Adrian nodded as I put on my cape and pressed down on my hat.
âCute.â
âReally? Then Iâll take thisâ¦â¦.â
Just then,
Jingle.
I could hear the cheerful sound of children. When a bright ivory-haired girl, who looked about ten years old, held out the money to the counter, the clerk counted the coins one by one and nodded.
The children quickly approached the side where the cloak was hung.
âWhere did you get your five francs?â
âThereâs nothing you canât save if you use your brain.â
âDid you steal money without Max knowing?â
âMax is a big fool. He take most of the money we earned because heâs older than us. I just got what I was supposed to have.â
âWhat if you get caught stealing money and he kick us out?â
âTri, youâre a coward.â
âBut without Max, the rest of the gang is going to pick on us.â
âMy dadâs coming to pick me up soon. By that time, Iâll say goodbye to this damn slum.â
âIf they donât show up until youâre ten, they donât even know you exist. Give up, Emeline.â
âShut up.â
I hardened and squeezed the cloakâs hem.
âBlaine, Blaine! Where have you been? A little while ago, the Dubbled carriage passed by. Did Henry ride it too? Anyway⦠⦠. Oh yeah! I have received your share of bread.â
The gentle and kind Tri.
âBlaine, you idiot! You donât know where it is? Thereâs a reason why you shouldnât do things you shouldnât do! Thatâs stupid!â
The coy and smart Emeline
ââ¦â¦Theyâre my friends.â
âLook, the clothes Iâve wantedâ¦â¦.â
Emeline looked at the pink cloak that was still in Adrianâs hand.
By then, I was still shocked, Emeline pouted.
âThatâs what Iâve been wanting since last month.â
When Adrian didnât answer, he came up to me, frowning.
âDidnât you hear that? I booked it first.â
Tri blushed and glanced at Adrian, âE, Emelineâ¦I think heâs a noble, but even soâ¦â¦.â
âAre you stupid? He must be a servant of a noble.â
âHow can a servant wear such nice clothes?â
âThey could if they were servants of a noble family. The butlers also wears decent clothes. Tri, you donât know it.â
Emeline snorted and reached out.
âGive it to me. Itâs mine.â
Adrian narrowed his forehead. When he wanted to say something, I grabbed his sleeve.
ââ¦â¦.â
âPlease.â
Adrian, who saw my pale face, hung the pink cape on a hanger.
Emeline quickly took the cape, as Adrian grabbed me by the shoulder and headed to the cashier.
The clerk who saw us said,
âTen francs.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Adrian stared at the clerk as the clerk shrugged and crossed his arms in response.
âItâs not made of scrap cloth, itâs expensive. It has six buttons, rough fabric, but itâs from the Dubbleds.â
Adrian put down a thousand franc silver.
Maybe it was because he didnât have ten francs.
In this neighborhood, there was no one who would see 1,000 francs, or silver. Commoners usually use one franc bills.
The clerk, who had a bored expression before, opened his eyes wide.
âWell, wait, not enough changeâ¦â¦p, please wait!â
âNo need.â
âHuh?!â
Adrian brought me out without a reply.
After meeting friends from my previous life, I held him as soon as I left the store.
âLetâs wait for the change.â
What a waste!
âLetâs go back and askâ¦â¦.â
âYou didnât want to be in that parlor.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âAre you okay now?â
ââ¦â¦Yes.â
âThatâs enough.â
Adrian patted my head fondly.
âI feel better when Iâm with Adrian.â
I grabbed him by the sleeve with a smile.
âThank you.â
âLetâs continue. Is there a place you want to go?â
âThen weâll go to the general store andâ¦â¦.â
Just as we were getting out of front of the parlor.
âExcuse me!â
Again, Emelineâs voice was heard. The child, dressed in a pink cape, ran frantically down the steps of the parlor and reached out to Adrian.
âTake it.â
990 francs. Thatâs the change.
As Adrian narrowed his brow, Emeline grabbed him by the wrist and squeezed a bunch of bills over his hand.
âItâs a waste.â
Then she brushed her hair behind her ears, coughed, and glanced into space.
âIâm Emeline.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âEmeline Reese. I live near here. You gave up your cape, so Iâll pay you back next time if itâs okay. â¦â¦hey, if someone gave you their name, you should give yours too.â
âI donât need to know about your name.â
âWhat?â
âGet lost.â
It was the first time I heard Adran using this dismissive tone.
I opened my eyes wide with surprise, and Emeline murmured with a red face.
âWh, whatâ¦â¦!â
It was then.
âFind the lady!â
âSearch everywhere!â
â¦â¦My knights!