I Need Someone to Stop My Older Brothers

I need Someone to stop my older brothers.

          Episode 6

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“Is this okay ······?”

I stared blankly at the back of the people leaving with a satisfied face.

They are all wardrobe workers. My brother ordered them to make a pretty dress for me.

What’s wrong with matching clothes? Say it while looking into my eyes,

“Ah! This is it!I thought I could buy it according to the size of the cloth. It was a lot more complicated than I imagined.”

I was out of my mind.

I trembled as I recalled the past few hours when I wore and took off the clothes, shoes, and gloves that I had prepared.

Cisse looked carefully at me dressed up, nodding and shaking hands. Based on his reaction, the wardrobe staff became nervous.

They worked hard on the list, and by the end of this hectic time, a book containing the list of dresses was completed.

“Now we have 59 clothes, and we’ll pair hats, shoes and gloves with them.”

Fifty-nine sets. Fifty-nine sets! In addition, they said they would pair hats, shoes and gloves to suit their clothes.

The new dress I was about to wear amounted for nearly two months.It was an amount that could be used for two months.

“Why do you need so many dresses ······?”

Do they want to pile up dresses like mountains and go hiking on it? Just to do some exercise?

There’s no place to wear these many dresses unless it’s for any important purpose. Unlike me, who was shocked, Cisse, who was calm,checked the list and even signed it with flexible handwriting.

“Um. Should I have ordered the yellow dress I saw at the end?”

“Are you serious?”

“I am.”

Cisse looked at me in dismay. It was the face saying why such a reaction was made.

“Oh, by any chance?”

Then the Cisse snapped his finger lightly as if it had realised why.

“Did you like the green dress you wore before, not the last one you saw? Yeah, that’s good, too.”

“What?”

“Hmm. It’s green, so ····”

The Cisse, which touched his chin for a while, nodded as if he had made up his mind.

“I should order that green dress, too. The people in the dressing room haven’t left for the mansion yet, so I’ll tell them.”

“No! It’s not!”

But Cisse had already bounced out the door before I could properly dry it.

“Excuse me, Sir!”

There was no return answer when I called anxiously.

“60 dresses ··············”

“No, is it rather good?”

This luxury can easily bring down a family.

“Well, if you look at the wealth of the Ashinov, buying 60 children’s dresses is not a problem and there won’t be an effect on the finances, but it was surprising to spend such a large sum of money.”

You said as if someone who never spent money.

“I’ve never been overspending before, no, I’ve never had enough money to overspend in the first place, so I’ve become completely confused by the huge amount of spending.”

“But you have to get used to it. Luxury! Overspending! Waste!”

But what in the world is luxury and overspending? What else should we do about waste?

60 dresses from the start. Is this normal for the rich ··········? Hedin grinned at me as I sank into  a daze while sitting on the sofa.

“But what about Master Cisse?”

“What do you mean?”

“If he’d come in person, you’d be well over a hundred.”

Your Excellency. I’ve only heard the mansions talk, but I haven’t seen him yet. I can’t imagine what kind of person he is.

My father who loved me. The descendant of the hemp wizard who killed me. Prince Ashinov was a man of two contradictory meanings to me.

“My Lady?”

Hedin called me anxiously, wondering if it was strange that I was suddenly speechless. I shook my head in a hurry and buried myself on the sofa.

“No, I’m just curious. I’ve never seen the Grand Duke yet.”

“Really? But you don’t have to worry. He’s a man of great affection for his blood.”

“Yo….”

“But·······.”

Hedin looked at me with embarrassed eyes as to how he interpreted my darkened face, which reminds me of nothing but a negative image when I think of it as an Ashinov.

“I don’t know exactly, but I didn’t mean to kick Master Linte out. I heard that you cared a lot about foreigners.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know why you suddenly came to see me ······.”

“Not all of a sudden. She always missed her family,”

Hedin said, looking at me clearly. I didn’t feel like I was lying just to console myself.

“…When will the Prince be here?”

“He’ll be there in a week. We got a call when you’ve already left the capital.”

“A week·······”

I nodded, rolling Hedin’s words in my mind.

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The new dress arrived less than a week after Cisse ordered it. Not all 60, of course, but I’m in a hurry to get a few first.

I could wear clothes that fit my body. What do you mean 60 dresses? It’s also amazing that there’s room for so many dresses.

The Ashinov mansion is certainly large and spacious, but if you buy clothes with this momentum, you will soon run out of space.

“Oh, my God. You look so good, miss.”

“Cisse picked it for me.”

“Yes, Master Cisses have a good eye.”

“It’s obvious.”

I think so too. Except that I was a little dwarf, I looked like a noble lady in the mirror.

“I think I know why you said it was funny when I wore big clothes.”

I just wore the right size, but it felt completely different. Unlike the first ready-to-wear outfit, it’s more luxurious because it’s tailored.That may be the main reason for the use of materials.

“Hey, kid!”

I was looking at myself in the mirror with pride, and the door popped open without asking for permission. It was the second brother Baratheon, who appeared in a row, but everything except for his appearance.

“Lord, this is not your room,”

Marina called Baratheon with a stern voice as if she were scolding him.

“Is it okay to show that attitude to the young master?”

But Baratheon didn’t seem to mind her attitude.

“Okay, okay. We can ask for permission next time.”

But looking at his dry attitude, he was  going to open the door without saying a word next time. Marina sighed deeply to see if she felt it. Baratheon came to me with a wave of roughly biting Marina.

“I heard the Cisse matched the clothes?”

“Yes. Clothes, shoes, hats, gloves, and other ·····.”

“Woo. You matched it in a full set.”

“What a thorough piece of work.”

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

I proudly spread my hands and showed off my new clothes. I thought the Cisse was crazy when I matched the clothes, but the finished clothes were really…I was a little proud of myself because it was pretty and suited me.

“Hmmm······· is that so?”

But Baratheon had a sour face. I wonder if it doesn’t look good on me. No matter how skinny a kid like me tries on nice clothes, it will look like a drawn pumpkin to a Young Master like Baratheon. But I was not intimidated.

“I like it. That’s enough. I don’t mind if Theon thinks it doesn’t suit me.”

What good is someone else’s assessment? If I like what I wear, that’s fine! I ignored Baratheon and grinned at myself in the mirror. It was my first time wearing such pretty clothes.

“Who, who doesn’t look good? You look good. He···························.”

Baratheon, who was rolling his eyes and looking for something to say, soon went through my head and hugged me.

“All of the brothers in this house have a habit of hugging people.”

“Anyway, it suits you! That’s why it’s salty!”

“Why are you annoyed when your clothes look good on you?”

“Because I didn’t match them!”

“Is that important?”

“Whoever got it right, it looks good on you.Can’t we just do it?”

However, Baratheon stomped his feet, saying it was nonsense.

“That’s the most important part! I was gonna show you what I saw first! It’s impossible for me to fall behind him!”

“Well, the Cisse was completely grown-up.”

This was a big kid. A compliment would be good to soothe a child, wouldn’t it?

I reached out my hand to his head to help Marina, who was troubled by the gallant Baratheon. As soon as my hand touched his head, the movement of the Baratheon, who was stomping and irritating, stopped. With his eyes wide open, Baratheon looked at me with a puzzled face.

“What, what?”

“I’ve been thinking, but Theon is the strongest. Right?”

“Huh?”

“Theon’s a lot stronger than Cissier and Lucas, isn’t he?”

“Well, isn’t he?”

“I’m the strongest. Yes, that’s right.”

“Wow, that’s great.”

Clap clap. Baratheon’s mouth, standing with a blank face, began twitching as he clapped his hands.