Ten days later.

The stagecoach that departed from Ormiseille arrived in the capital, Monchen, after a full day of travel. Kellen, who was the first to step out of the carriage, diligently unloaded the luggage. Rosé, who woke up belatedly, got off the carriage as well, and the coachman pulled on the reins, turning the horse’s head.

It was still early dawn in Monchen, even before the newspaper delivery began. Kellen nudged the drowsy Rosé impatiently, urging her to follow.

“Come on. We have somewhere to go first.”

Out of the past ten days, Rosé had only spent two nights sleeping in a proper bed. 

However, Kellen, whose hometown was Monchen, seemed energetic and lively, as if she was accustomed to long journeys or happy to return home. 

Rosé concluded that it was probably both and followed Kellen, feeling somewhat weak.

Kellen stopped in front of the only clothing store, the only shop with lights on among the shops that were still closed. 

Through the clean, polished glass window, colorful fabrics could be seen. 

Compared to the grand and glamorous salons that occupied entire buildings like department stores, this clothing store was relatively small in size. But for Rosé, who had never been to a clothing store before, it was a refreshing shock.

The owner of the clothing store welcomed Kellen with a familiar face as he opened the door and entered. The middle-aged man, who looked a few years older than Kellen, resembled her so much that if Kellen were a man, he would look exactly like him.

“Cole, this is the child I mentioned last time.”

“Miss Rosé, welcome to Monchen.”

Last time…? With a face that showed she didn’t understand anything, Rosé blinked her eyes. Kellen, with her characteristic impatience, pushed Rosé’s shoulder forward.

“Rosé, this is my brother, Kellen. He’s also the one who will transform you into a proper lady.”

A lady? Rosé tilted her head as if she needed an explanation. Her tired eyelids, which were struggling to stay open, looked pitiful. Kellen stroked her chin with her finger and patted Rosé up and down.

“You’re a bit… Well…”

As Kellen was about to continue speaking, she pretended to clear her throat and stabbed Rosé’s chest with a dagger-like voice.

“Ahem… You’re a country bumpkin, you know.”

“Me?”

Rosé’s widened eyes showed disbelief. Then Cole tactfully intervened between them and gently patted Rosé’s shoulder.

“Come now, Miss Rosé. If you want to work in the palace, you need to at least give off a neat impression, even if not sophisticated. It’s all to catch the attention of Her Highness the Princess. Understand?”

Kellen sent an unspoken signal to Cole, who skillfully guided Rosé to the sewing room.

The hand signal, as if she were holding up her bouncing br*asts with her hands, was both an emphasis and a request for Rosé to heed the importance of the dress she would wear today. 

Cole drew an ‘O’ with his finger before pulling the curtains of the sewing room closed. Relieved, Kellen finally sat on the sofa that was prepared in one corner of the shop and rested.

* * *

Standing in front of the mirror, Rosé awkwardly lifted and dropped the hem of her dress. 

The sheer silk gently brushed against her calves before settling back against her ankles.

According to Kellen’s explanation, the dress was a recent fashion product that reproduced the clothing of an ancient city discovered while digging a well in the Kingdom of Poani.

Unlike the tight-fitting dress that covered the collarbone, this dress emphasized the silhouette of the body, as if a shawl had been wrapped around it, without any excesses. 

The sleeveless dress had a V-neckline that naturally accentuated the br*asts, while the waistband with silver pearls made the wide hips stand out.

Turning to the side, her ankles were revealed by the slit in the dress. 

This unique design, which showed off smooth legs with every step, was made famous by Countess Bertie, who was famous for being both a dancer and a new woman¹women with a new style were called ‘new women’, in contrast to ‘old women’ who stayed at home and followed the traditional way of life., started wearing it.

After finishing explaining the dress, Cole knelt in front of Rosé and presented her with silver shoes that he had specially rented for today. 

The shoes, with a ribbon in the center, looked ordinary but had a heel that was as high as 9cm²3.54331 inches. This was also a fashion item Countess Bertie used to emphasize the silhouette of her hips.

After finally wearing the shoes, Rosé covered her chest with her palm. 

Despite being from the modern era where everything is exposed, she felt uncomfortable with such a revealing dress. 

However, she had to admit that it perfectly showcased her body.

Her reincarnated body was the owner of the most magnificent and sacred body in the empire.

“Oh, Rosé!” 

Kellen clasped her hands together and exclaimed as soon as she saw Rosé coming out of the sewing room. 

Even passersby walking by the store stopped and stared at Rosé through the window with an amazed expression. 

Some men were even pressed up against the window, gazing at Rosé with awe. 

In Monchen, where even kneeling was forbidden due to religious persecution, they were on the verge of prostrating themselves before her.

“Unbelievable! Rosé!” 

Kellen spun Rosé around in disbelief. 

Who could view her as a country bumpkin now? She was a saintly figure who was so magnificent that the priests who climbed the scaffold a hundred years ago would turn over in their graves and come back from the afterlife. 

“I can say with certainty that Rosé is the only lady in the empire who can perfectly pull off this dress.”

Overcome with emotion, Cole dabbed at his wet eyes with a handkerchief. 

There would never be another woman in the history of the Empire as perfect as her.

And it wasn’t just her form-fitting dress.

Her orange hair shone red in the sunlight, and she had rosy cheeks, large brown eyes, a small but sharp nose, and cute dimples that appeared every time she smiled. 

Unlike her gorgeous body, her face is still girlish, and she has a youthful, refreshing charm that breaks away from the tediousness typical of nobility.

“The owner of this dress is only Miss Rosé.” 

Cole, who had wiped away his tears, spoke with conviction. 

Just then, an unexpected system window appeared in front of Rosé, who was smiling awkwardly at the men pressed up against the window.

〈SYSTEM〉You received the ‘Sacred Ancient City Dress (C-Tier)’ from ‘Cole’ as a gift.

Sacred Ancient City Dress (C-Tier)
A dress that imitates the clothing of an ancient city discovered in the Kingdom of Poani. When worn, Faith and Sensuality increase by 100 each.

Effect: Ability +++
Durability: 7/7

Rosé smiled brightly at the unexpected stroke of luck, and the faces of the men outside lit up.

Among them was an A-Tier man, and when Rosé her hand at him in particular, he seemed ready to propose on the spot.

I know I’m pretty, after all.

“Rosé, we need to go to the Central Office now!” 

Kellen hurriedly grabbed his travel bag after checking the wall clock. Rosé followed Kellen and quickly thanked Cole for the gift.

“Thank you for the gift, Cole!”

A bustling crowd gathered around Rosé as she stepped out of the tailor shop. 

The young men tried to follow her, but they were soon scattered by Cole, who came out with a broom.

With Cole’s help, Rosé managed to escape the crowd and took in the sights of Monchen’s streets as she walked. 

It was still dawn when she arrived, but the row of high-rise brick buildings exuded a vitality that couldn’t be compared to Bistiman.

Several privately owned coaches resembling pumpkin carriages passed by, and groups of well-dressed ladies wandered the streets with small handbags in hand.

Boys carrying messenger bags held newspapers and gossip magazines high, while some gentlemen threw coins at them and bought magazines filled with today’s gossip.

In front of a jewelry store adorned with splendid decorations, a group of couples about to get married and middle-aged men accompanied by their mistresses strolled by. 

The richest-looking lady among them wore a turban topped with a diadem and ornate jewelry, out of envy for the recently discovered ancient city.

“Wow…”

“We don’t have time, Rosé!” 

Kellen grabbed Rosé’s arm as she slowed down to admire the street and briskly walked through the alleys. As they emerged onto a main road, Rosé couldn’t help but gasp.

It was the Torren River, Monchen’s famous landmark. The Torren River, with the longest arched stone bridge in the world, was bustling with ferries and passenger ships carrying goods from various cities.

Underneath those parasols over there, the boardwalk was bustling with couples who had just finished their honeymoon trips.

“Kellen, just a moment, let me take a look…”

“No, it’s too late!” 

Kellen forcefully pulled Rosé along, making her run across the bridge while holding her dress.

‘Aren’t I supposed to apply to become an attendant? Why are my boobs exposed like this.’

It was too late to turn back now. Panting heavily, Rosé arrived at the Central Office with Kellen and wiped her forehead and neck with her handkerchief, looking around.

A blue-coated official was checking the identities of young women in line at the counter.

Rosé joined the long line with Kellen. Some of the women who had been wary of other applicants began to observe Rosé carefully.

Someone raised a fan and blatantly stared at Rosé’s chest.

‘I feel embarrassed…’

Anxious, Rosé tugged at Kellen’s sleeve, but she only paid attention to the dwindling line and the staff at the counter.

Meanwhile, whispers were exchanged nearby.

“We lost…”

“We’re no match for her.”

“She’s crazy, really.”

Rosé took out a shawl from her bag to cover her shoulders and exposed br*asts. But the young women’s voices blazed like logs that burned even more fiercely when the wind blew.

“Which household is she from?”

“If she’s that pretty, there’s no way there wouldn’t be rumors.”

“Is she really a princess from the Kingdom of Poani?”

A half-joking remark made by one young woman spread throughout the entire waiting line.

Finally, the official who was stamping identity papers began looking for Rosé himself. At first, he intended to warn her not to cause a commotion.

But when he spotted Rosé in the midst of the noisy line, he was so shocked that he dropped the stamp he was holding onto the floor.

“Kellen, something strange is happening here, I think?”

“Stay still, Rosé.”

Kellen pulled Rosé’s sleeve back and approached the frozen counter staff. He finally regained his senses when he saw Kellen instead of Rosé and picked up the stamp.

“Wh-who are you?”

“I’m Kellen from Bistiman. I came here today to show that girl to Her Highness the Princess.”

Kellen pointed to Rosé, who was standing beside her, and everyone’s attention was drawn to her.

At that moment, the supervisor, who had been observing the situation from the sidelines, stepped forward.

“What are you doing without guiding them to the carriage right away!”

With that one sentence, the commotion stopped abruptly, and silence fell. It was an implicit notice that there would be no other applicants except her.