Chapter 165

I don’t have any culture? You have no common sense! (7)

“Is that important now?”

None of the ladies answered Ezet’s questions.

It was Count Ritten who raised her hand first while they were fighting for each other.

“The water is too cold. I need to get out of here.”

As she reached for Ezet, Ezet approached Countess Ritten and cut off her dress-fixed waistband.

It doesn’t work well, but all the dresses are made of woven fabric. Perhaps it was because I tried it once, but it was not difficult to rip off the skirt when the closure string was cut off.

‘That’s why Edmond tore up his skirt like that….’

Of course, with Edmond’s undressing skill, she would be naked in 10 seconds, not in a dress, but even in leather or armor, but Ezet, who had never been able to tear anyone’s clothes, thought so in vain.

“Countess Ritten, can you stand up?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Countess Ritten rose to her feet, holding Ezet’s hands and the other ladies around her raised their hands.

“I want to take it off, too. Help me.”

“Me, too.”

One by one, ladies who took off their heavy dresses after being drenched in water gathered by the door.

“The doorknob works, but the door won’t open.”

“It’s because the water is full. We have to push together as hard.

“Cha, help me out here!”

Before she knew it, ladies got up without their skirt and was over twenty.

As even the ladies surrounding the Countess of Devon rose one by one and cooperated to open the door, the rest of the ladies, who had been holding on, unable to take off their dresses until the end, became nervous.

They can’t take off their dress. If guards or maids saw them naked, how much they would think they were ridiculous. They have no intention of getting caught of such disgrace.

However, if people continue to leave the group behind, they will be stigmatized as ‘everyone was trying together in an emergency, but only they were left alone.’

Those women who value face over life have become unable to do this or that.

“Countess Devon, what do we do? We’re the only ones sitting around…”

“We just have to hang in there until the rescue team comes, but they can’t stand it, so they forget about face and tear up the dress. We didn’t do anything wrong, did we?”

“Yes, Countess Devon. A word to those people. Countess Devon?”

Countess Devon, who should give bitter words to the Duchess of Jaxen, who is trying to open the door in vulgar underwear, has no comments.

The wondering ladies looked closely at her face. Her face was murky, and her lips were dark. She inhaled too much smoke.

“The Countess of Devon?”

“Oh, my God! Countess Devon, wake up!”

“The Duchess of Jaxen! Countess Devon is unconscious!”

As soon as they realized that Countess Devon, who had to be their mainstay and confront her opponent, was unconscious, they found Ezet without conscience.

“She inhaled too much gas. We need to see the doctor soon!”

“Hey, there’s no doctor here, right?”

“So come quickly and help me open the door!”

“Yes, yes!”

The ladies, who were sitting and shaking to save face, stood up. A lady took off her clothes and stood up in her underwear because it was not easy to cut off her skirt.

“Oh, my God, I can’t believe I’m like this in front of others!’

It was disgraceful, but the situation was urgent.

The ladies, who feared the blame would fall on them if something happened to Countess Devon, rushed to the door.

“Oh, the door, it’s too heavy!”

Nearly 30 ladies pushed out of their bodies, but only knee-deep water was floating, showing no signs of opening the door.

“When is the rescue team coming? I’m sure the bell rang!”

“Isn’t there a soundproofing system underground? Then they won’t be able to hear anything from up there.”

“No way, then…”

Does that mean no one’s coming to see them until it’s time for the ball?

The ladies turned pale.

“Duchess of Jaxen, what do we do?”

“Why do you keep asking me?”

“You know this kind of thing!”

The only disaster evacuation tips Ezet knows are common sense, but certainly, none of the ladies here have such common sense, so she has no choice but to take the lead. But opening doors that wouldn’t open because of water was beyond Ezet’s ability.

“I don’t know! It’s not my job to work!”

“Yes, it’s my specialty.”

Edmond’s voice was heard over the door.

Clap clack.

Shwook.

The iron door, which nearly 30 ladies hung and wouldn’t budge even if pushed, opened as simple as opening a paper cover.

“Oh, my God!”

The ladies leaning against the door shoulder-to-shoulder faltered. Ezet, who was in the lead, fell forward, unable to overcome the power of the ladies pushing from behind.

“Yay!”

Ezet’s body, which was about to fall into the gray water in front of her, was lifted. As it was, the view turned 180 degrees, and even in this mess, her husband’s face, which didn’t have a single messy hair, came into her eyes.

“Edmond…”

“I told you to call me for these kinds of course.”

The tone was ambiguous whether he was complaining or showing a grievance.

Edmond was only looking at Ezet, but the ladies backed away, horrified by the sudden appearance of the Duke of Jaxen. Each person was busy picking up a wet skirt and covering their inner dress.

“The expensive dress is a mess.”

“Ah…..”

Who was it that tore the expensive dress apart like a shred of paper?

Before Ezet could say anything, Edmond held her in one arm, took off his jacket, and wrapped it around her waist to cover her inner skirt.

“That’s why you can’t go to dinner. Let’s go back to the room.”

“Edmond, wait a minute! Countess Devon is unconscious!”

“It’s up to them to handle the accident. I blocked them from going down and looked for you like this.”