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Leticia was quite tall.

She was considered small in the Grand Duchy, but in the Empire, she was at least a hand taller than most women.

Although being thin spared her from the danger of clothes bursting like Chamuka and Tan, the problem was the skirt length.

“Aina, the clothes don’t fit…”

Leticia came out wearing the maid uniform Aina had given her.

Her thighs were clearly visible due to the hiked-up skirt.

It wasn’t even sleepwear, and it was obvious that walking around outside in such a short skirt would get her treated like a madwoman.

“I’ll tear the hem to extend… There’s no hem to extend.”

Aina, who had been feeling the seam at the end of the skirt, jumped up from her seat.

“I’ll quickly get a skirt. It just needs to be dark anyway. Attach the hair while I’m gone!”

“Aina, Aina!”

Aina left the room immediately.

Suddenly left alone in the inn room, Leticia plopped down on the bed and muttered blankly.

“No, but why am I wearing a maid uniform in the first place…”

Infiltrating as a maid? What family in the world would suddenly take in a maid without a letter of recommendation?

Even if they forged a recommendation letter, she could have been any servant. Why suddenly wear a maid uniform?

Looking in the mirror, she saw herself in a dark navy dress with a white apron.

‘Or maybe this isn’t a maid uniform but some kind of uniform for wherever we’re infiltrating… No, that can’t be. It’s clearly a maid uniform no matter how you look at it.’

But Aina, who could have answered, was gone, and since Leticia couldn’t go outside looking like this, she just silently followed Aina’s instructions and attached the hair.

It reminded her of helping her older sisters and brothers attach wigs ten years ago, and well…

It was difficult.

“Is this right?”

The memory from ten years ago was hazy. It wasn’t like she could remember how to attach partial wigs to her hair, let alone her siblings’ faces.

Leticia was manually weaving the golden wig that Aina had left into her own blonde hair, strand by strand, when she realized what a foolish thing she was doing when she had magic, and immediately moved her magical power.

Soon, water streams thin as threads wove the hair more delicately than hands could.

When the blonde hair reaching below her shoulders was complete, Leticia looked in the mirror.

After releasing the body correction magic she had habitually maintained for her male disguise, there was a somewhat unfamiliar woman in the mirror.

Of course, her face wasn’t much different, but somehow…

‘I look more like an adult.’

When dressed as a man, she had more of a boyish feel, but looking at herself like this, she definitely appeared to be twenty years old.

Without a single comment on her striking beauty, Leticia finished her brief assessment of her appearance and got up, putting down the mirror at the sound of knocking on the door.

“Come in. I’m all ready, Ai… na?”

And Leticia found herself face to face with Chamuka, who was standing alone in front of the open door.

“…?”

“…?”

After a moment of terrifying silence, a squirming stream of water gently closed the door.

Realizing this was even more suspicious, Leticia flung the door open again.

As a result, Chamuka, who had been standing in front of the door, collided with the opening door.

“Lord Chamuka! Are you alri- Yes. You’re fine…”

Fortunately, when the door and the person collided, it was the door that got dented.

Ignoring the dented door, Leticia asked Chamuka.

“What brings you here? I’m just… in disguise because I need to go somewhere briefly.”

Leticia added an explanation about her current state even though he hadn’t asked, and smiled awkwardly.

Chamuka’s gaze swept her from top to bottom, and then he grabbed her waist and lifted her up.

Without giving Leticia a chance to say anything, he carried her into the room. Then he put her down in the bathroom attached to the room, went out, and firmly closed the bathroom door.

“…?”

Suddenly left alone in the bathroom, Leticia was thinking something like ‘What’s going on? Is this a dream?’

When there was a creaking sound from outside, followed by Chamuka’s voice.

“You can come out now.”

“…?”

When she came out, Chamuka was standing like a guard in front of the dented door—no, the door that was now straightened and firmly closed again.

Leticia stared speechlessly at the door that had Chamuka’s handprints deeply embedded in it.

Even though it was a wooden door, the edges would have been finished with iron, so how did he straighten it with his bare hands?

No, first of all, when it collided with a person, the door lost. The door…

Suddenly, why was she reminded of when her drunk teacher stroked his Grace’s forearm with ecstatic eyes, saying, “I want to know the secret of these muscles…” while looking for a dissection knife?

She was curious. The secret of that body.

Leticia forcefully suppressed the rising investigative urge that all magicians possess.

This isn’t the time for that. Focus.

“You shouldn’t open the door carelessly in such attire. Leti.”

“I thought it was Aina. The skirt is short, so she went out briefly to find a longer one.”

“Skirt?”

Chamuka’s eyes landed on the hem of Leticia’s skirt, then wavered slightly.

“Ah, right. You’re wearing a skirt.”

“…?”

It felt like they were having a conversation full of question marks.

Why was he just now realizing that she was wearing a skirt as if it was news to him? It should have been clearly visible.

“I couldn’t see what you were wearing because your legs were showing. I only thought about closing the door.”

Chamuka finally looked directly at Leticia’s face and asked.

“You attached hair, too. I didn’t notice because I was looking at your face. Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

“….”

Her hair was longer and she was wearing a skirt. How could he pay so little attention to that fact!

The brief moment when she worried that Chamuka might have noticed she was a woman felt utterly meaningless.

“It’s, it’s not uncomfortable… It might even be comfortable. It’s breezy between my legs, and my head feels warm…”

Chamuka nodded quietly at the nonsense that flowed out in her confusion.

“If you like it, let’s have some skirts made for you when we return to the main castle.”

“…? Skirts?”

I’m a prince, aren’t I? A boy? A man?

Could it be that he noticed I’m a woman, and that’s why he said that? Or maybe.

“Do you like me wearing a skirt?”

“No. I don’t care what you wear, but you said you’re comfortable.”

“…Do you have any different thoughts seeing me dressed like this compared to usual?”

“I wish your legs were covered. I don’t mind when you’re in front of me- no, maybe I do mind.”

Chamuka’s words, which had turned into a monologue, ended with something like ‘I might mind.’

Leticia looked with somewhat complex feelings at the man who had confessed to her but seemed to have not even a speck of interest in her gender.

“Do I perhaps look like a woman to you?”

“Your current appearance certainly does. …Hmm. You have outstanding talent in disguise, too.”

I wasn’t asking for praise!

“Between my current appearance and my previous one, which do you prefer…?”

“Are you asking whether I prefer long hair or short hair?”

No. Look at the skirt, the skirt! Why isn’t your reaction different between when I look like a woman and when I look like a man!

“If you’re going to attach a wig like now, shorter is better. Right now, it’s completely different from your real hair.”

“…? Isn’t it the same?”

“It’s different. Your real hair shines like true gold, but this is just yellow.”

Chamuka’s hand lightly grasped Leticia’s fake hair.

“The texture is different, too.”

With the reduced distance, Leticia could see Chamuka’s golden eyes, which were exactly the same as usual.

And she soon realized one very significant fact.

This man truly didn’t care about her gender. Beyond not caring, he was completely indifferent to it.

What Chamuka liked was Leticia herself. Not any man or woman, but her.