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THE S-CLASS HUNTER DOESN’T WANT TO BE A VILLAINOUS PRINCESS
[Translator – Woni]
[Proofreader – Leef]
Chapter 50
Knock knock–
“Are you awake, Lady Renee? May we come in to attend to you?”
The maids kept knocking as Renee sat in a daze. The party was the next day, and they needed to dress her.
Normally, she would have turned them away, but this time, she had no choice. The quest had changed too drastically—failure wasn’t an option. A bit of makeup and a pretty hairstyle wouldn’t make love bloom out of nowhere, but even the smallest details mattered in desperate times like these.
“Come in.”
As soon as she granted permission, the door swung open, and the maids entered, carrying dozens of dresses and hundreds of jewelry boxes. Despite her general lack of interest, the sheer extravagance left Renee momentarily stunned.
…These guys went all out. That duke…
"What would you like to wear, Lady Renee?" one of the maids asked cautiously—her previous arrogance nowhere to be seen.
There could only be one reason for this sudden change in attitude.
“My name is Isni, Lady Renee. I will be your knight from now on.”
"A knight? Now? I don’t keep knights around," Renee said, raising a brow.
“The second commander sent me.”
“Second commander?”
Oh. She meant Dillon. I left him in pretty low spirits last time…
“Were you there…?”
“...Yes, My Lady.”
“Oh, then you saw it too.”
Isni’s face suddenly flushed.
Huh? Why is she blushing?
“O-Of course, My Lady. I volunteered to come here. Ever since I saw your powers, I’ve admir—”
"That’s enough," Renee interrupted, raising a finger to her lips.
Shut up. The maids don’t know yet.
There was no reason to hide it, but that didn’t mean she needed it broadcasted all over town.
“Y-Yes, My Lady!”
Thankfully, Isni was obedient. Hm, I guess I’ll keep her around for now.
“All right. You can stay.”
“I-It’s an honor…!”
"You say that to an imperial family member, not me. Don’t be so formal."
“I-I couldn’t dare. But I will take your word as my family’s honor, My Lady…”
[The <Temptation Monarch> clicks his tongue saying that the girl looks like she’s about to cry.]
Well, what can I say? I’m just too good.
Renee flashed a gracious smile.
There were kids like that in my past life, too—fangirls who fell for how cool I am…!
[The <Queen of Tides and Remedy> laments, saying things wouldn’t be this hard if only you had fanboys too!]
Shush, Water Girl.
“Anyway. Let’s look at the dresses.”
Renee stood up to examine them, but none caught her eye. They were all far too flashy—excessively extravagant, exactly what the original Renee would have liked.
"I don’t like any of them. I’ll have to get one tailored," she said, scrunching her nose.
An older maid hesitated before speaking. “My Lady, there isn’t much time. Why don’t you choose one from here?”
“Isn’t it your fault for giving me so little time? You should have told me about the party earlier so I could’ve had a new dress made.”
Did they really think it was okay to inform me about this party just one day in advance? Her words carried a sharp edge.
“...Forgive me, My Lady. We were under the impression the young lords already delivered the message.”
Aha. Now they’re trying to blame me for having a bad relationship with my family.
“Ha, so you’re holding my brothers responsible?”
"N-no, My Lady…" The head maid hurriedly shook her head.
"Should I go ask my brothers why they didn’t tell me?"
"No, My Lady. Forgive me. We should have been more wary…"
Renee tilted her head. Judging by how her words trailed off, it didn’t seem like the maid had fully come to her senses yet.
"Anyway, I’m going to need a new dress."
"But then you’ll be late to the party, My Lady. Our lord wouldn’t like—"
“You dare retort Lady Renee?!” Isni snapped.
Whoa, that loyalty!
Renee smiled, feeling the warmth of an enthusiastic fan for the first time in a while.
“T-That wasn’t my intention…”
"Let’s go to the salon. I’m sure they have a few finished dresses for emergencies like this. Nothing I can’t wear with a bit of tailoring."
“Yes, My Lady!”
Hmm, are knights in this country always this loyal? Sedin is like this too. I like it.
Renee pat Isni’s shoulder and quietly changed into her townwear.
Going out won’t be so bad. It’s been a while. So what if I’m late to a party? I’m Renee Makius.
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The main street buzzed with life. Renee took a deep breath.
Why didn’t I do this sooner?
She felt a sense of relief for the first time in a while.
“We’re here, my lady. This is Salon Karwen,” the head maid announced, leading the way.
Renee took one look at the boutique and frowned. Something about it was...
“A bit lacking.”
“Pardon?”
“I mean, it’s not bad, but I’m not sure about the size of the place,” she mused.
It wasn’t small, and its location on the city’s main street was decent, but it hardly looked like the finest establishment.
Perhaps a lady from another noble house would have compromised and stepped inside.
But I’m planning to wear only the best. Why shouldn’t I make the most of Renee’s pretty face? All this girl has is her beauty, her house, and her money. Shouldn’t I use what I have?
“Take me to the most famous and prestigious salon in the capital.”
“But…”
Another but? Renee’s patience thinned.
“His Grace wouldn’t approve of such overindulgence…”
Renee’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she gritted her teeth. “You’ve been a bother for a while now. Get to the point—what’s the issue? Is it money?”
The head maid paled. “I am only acting in accordance with my lord’s orders, My Lady.”
“And what exactly were his orders?”
“That’s…”
“Answer. Now.”
At Isni’s sharp command, the maid flinched and hurriedly spilled the truth. Nice Isni.
“H-His Grace instructed that you not be allowed to spend money! He told us to ensure you didn’t attract too much attention at the party…!”
…Ha.
Renee clenched her fists.
So now you’re trying to bind my hands and feet, Your Grace?
“Speak truthfully! His Grace couldn’t have given such an order!” Isni protested.
“What would I gain from lying? I only spoke the truth!” the maid insisted, on the verge of tears.
“That’s enough, Isni.”
“Pardon?”
Taking away money from a noble lady was no different from taking away her limbs.
“She’s probably telling the truth.”
It was likely the same reason I hadn’t heard about the party beforehand. The duke didn’t want me drawing attention.
“I-It’s true! He sent a message to all the salons in the capital stating that your purchases won’t be covered by the dukedom. He instructed them not to accept you as a customer!”
As always, the center of the party had to be Ante.
“P-Please don’t tell the lord that I told you, Your Grace!”
“I won’t.”
“Pardon?”
She didn’t expect me to actually listen, huh? Renee smiled bitterly.
“I won’t tell, so lead the way. Take me somewhere that will dress me in the finest garments from head to toe.”
“B-But… My Lady, no one will accept you without money.”
“Why would I not have money?” Renee scoffed.
Did you really think money would stop me, Duke?
“You know, I may not have shame or patience...”
You picked the wrong person.
“But I definitely have money and skill.”
***
The Ramdisha Empire was known for its extravagance, and among its many luxury establishments, Salon Arimiden was the pinnacle of high fashion.
Owned by Madam Arimiden herself, the salon’s main VIP client was Princess Idin, and the salon boasted a clientele of collateral royals and elite aristocrats. To even step inside, one needed immense wealth, skill, or an undeniable prospect for the future.
Madam Arimiden had seen it all—until now.
“From here to there.”
“W-What?!”
“Actually, no. Just give me everything in this section.”
The entire salon went still. The VIP clients, employees—everyone gaped in silent shock.
“What’s that?” Renee pointed at a glittering case.
“A ti-tiara collection,” an employee stammered. “Crafted by Master Gormese of Malapa…”
“I’ll buy them all.”
Gasps rippled through the room. It was as if Renee was possessed—though by what god was debatable.
Madam Arimiden felt lightheaded from the sheer weight of the moment.
She was no stranger to Renee Makius, the only daughter of the prestigious Makius Dukedom. Status alone granted her the right to be here, and she had visited before—but never like this.
She’s never spent money with this level of reckless extravagance! She gulped.
A few days prior, the salon had received a message from the duke himself: Do not accept commissions from “Renee Makius.” The duchy will not be paying.
Aristocratic ladies rarely carried money on them. Salons simply charged their family’s accounts. The duke’s message had been clear; Renee wasn’t to be entertained at all.
Madam Arimiden had planned to let her in and explain the situation, but now…!
“You heard me, madam?”
“Which part, Lady Makius?”
“The duke isn’t going to give me money,” Renee said flatly.
Madam Arimiden tensed, caught off guard by her bluntness.
“That is…”
“Don’t worry about it, madam. The house won’t be paying today. I will.”
The tension in the room deepened.
Even then, doubt lingered. How was this princess going to pay without her family’s credit?
To Madam Arimiden’s knowledge, Renee didn’t have a job, nor did she run a business. She was, quite literally, the disgrace of Makius.
The only plausible explanation was the imperial prince.
Rumors claimed she was his lover, but was he really the type to grant her an allowance?
“Then... shall I charge the imperial pala—”
“No,” Renee said with a smirk. “I said I’ll be paying. Right here.”
Madam Arimiden froze in shock.
A lump sum payment! Madam Arimiden clutched her chest. Years of experience wouldn’t allow her to believe it so easily.
“Lady Makius, I don’t mean to cast doubt on you, but...”
“I know, I know.” Renee chuckled and reached into her pocket.
The moment she revealed the object in her hand, Madam Arimiden froze.
“This is…!”
“That’s just the beginning.” Renee’s voice was soft but brimming with amusement. “Will you believe me now, madam?
Only one thought ran through Madam Arimiden’s mind.
“I can give you this entire salon, Lady Makius.”
There was no way she was letting go of this opportunity.
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