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'Let's not regret it. I'm only watching it now. And I have to trust His Highness.'

The small change had a positive effect on Sian. Sian's move was proof. There was no clear achievement, but Elena did not doubt that he was moving in a better direction than the original history. And.

'As long as I'm here, there's never going to be rain.'

***

The next day. Madame de Flanrose arrived at the mansion earlier than scheduled, as an aristocrat who values appointments. As she was invited as a teacher, Elena stood at the entrance to the mansion to be polite and greeted her.

"Welcome, Madame. I'm glad to see you again."

"Long time no see, Your Highness. You've become more well-behaved while I haven't seen you."

Elena expressed her gratitude with an elegant hand gesture to say hello to Madame de Flanrose. When they moved to the drawing room, Leabrick came to see them.

"Welcome, Madame."

"Nice to see you, Viscountess Leabrick."

The three, who opened the door to conversation with black tea and light greetings, moved on to the main topic. When Leabrick and Madame de Flanrose talked, Elena listened.

"His Highness wants Princess Veronica here to be the Crown Princess."

"I also think that the Princess is the only lover that suits His Highness the Crown Prince. Is the appointment ceremony for the Crown Princess decided?"

"Not yet, but it can't be vacant forever."

"That means you have time to spare."

Leabrick left the parlor with a few words of regards. A heavy silence was laid down as the two of them were left alone. After a leisurely cup of tea, Elena opened her mouth.

"To be honest, I was surprised. I didn't know you'd accept this offer, Madame."

Elena was introduced to the maidservant May on the pretext of Madame de Flanrose's immorality. At Elena's behest, May took care of the masters of the era, traveling back and forth from the Academy. If it hadn't been for May, the foundation of the salon would not have been in place.

"I don't know what Your Highness is talking about."

Madame de Flanrose consistently pretended not to know. Since she would not be able to look good if she had to talk about it, she wanted to have a formal relationship as a teacher.

Elena chuckled. Madame de Flanrose was a woman whose reputation was so impeccable that she was considered a role model for the aristocracy, even if she secretly led a disorderly private life. The reason why she accepted the invitation to teach, knowing that it would be inconvenient for her to bump into Elena, who knew her shame, was probably because Elena was the closest woman to the Crown Princess. In the future, when Elena rose through the ranks of the Crown Princess to become the Empress, she would have the reputation and fame of being the woman who taught the mother of the Empire. If that happens, there is a good chance that she would be remembered by the world as a madam who will leave a line or so in history. It was not desirable to confront Elena, but it was for such desires that she accepted.

"I'm here to teach you at the request of Grand Duke Friedrich. I'd like you to leave my personal stories here and teach you respectfully."

"You're so bold. Is it because you erased all the traces?"

The reason why she could be so confident despite her disgrace was because she has taken her own steps.

"What do you mean, "traces"? I don't know what you're talking about."

Madame de Flanrose looked at her face as if she didn't know what she was talking about. It was such a calm act that a stranger would be fooled when they saw it.

"I wonder if you really don't know or pretend you don't. But there's no such thing as perfection in the world. Do you really think you erased them all?"

Elena smiled and looked straight into her eyes. Then Madame de Flanrose's eyes shook relentlessly. She was sure she erased the traces, but she was wondering if she had missed something.

'So why are you trying to use me to build your fame and reputation?'

If Madame de Flanrose had not shamelessly appeared in front of her, Elena wouldn't have asked the past.

"Why aren't you talking, Madame?"

"That… That…"

Elena smiled at her, who was still embarrassed and at a loss.

"Looking at Madame's troubled face, I think I shouldn't have brought it up. Isn't that right?

"…"

"Well, shall we talk about the class now?"

Elena cornered her appropriately and then retreated with appropriate defensiveness. The idea was that it was better to leave room and let her tremble with anxiety than to dare to push her to the brink.

"How does the class proceed?"

"… I want to start from the basis of etiquette and law and grasp it again. I'll get rid of the bad habits and re-engage the princess's movements to fit the mature body of the princess."

"Really? That's not a bad idea, but how about this?"

Elena had no intention of learning the annoying and cumbersome etiquette again.

"Tell me the etiquette that Madame is trying to teach. I'll try it right away. It shouldn't be possible, but if there's something missing, you'll point it out."

"What, what?"

"If I show the moves you want, you won't have to point anything out, right? Then please cooperate so that I can use this time as a meaningful time."

She was sure, no one in the present Empire had ever used more noble manners than Elena. Madame de Planrose, "the lady among ladies," was no exception. However, Madame de Flanrose had a different idea. She said it was okay to point it out, so she was going to make a proper accusation and use the class as an excuse to nitpick.

But that day, Madame de Flanrose, who left the mansion, was pale and faded out. She returned with her pride shattered because she couldn't even point out a single flaw in Elena's movements.

***

"Tighten up."

"Yes, miss."

Anne tightened the corset as hard as she could and tied it tightly. Elena, wearing a newly tailored blue sapphire-style dress, added grace by wearing a specially custom-made pearl necklace.

"You're so pretty. The clothes aren't wings, rather it's like the lady attaches wings to the dress."

Anne flattered with her saliva dry as she looked at Elena in the mirror. Lunarin looked at Anne unpleasantly while tidying the hem of her dress. Jane's eyes, who were closing her jewelry box, weren't very nice. The same was true for Misa, who was putting together her shoes. With the exception of May, who was sorting through the dresses in the wardrobe, all the maids did not like Anne. She was too young and too close to Elena to behave in a condescending manner.

"There is no shortage of guests."

"Of course! You said the art dealer was coming, right? He's very lucky. He can see your beautiful face every time."

Anne snapped by Elena's side and smiled. Lunarin, Jane, and Misa frowned when they saw the smile. They felt displeased at the way she looked at the three people as subordinates on the subject of the least age and experience.

Elena neglected her arrogance and indulgence.

'You're right, Anne. You'll loosen your surveillance if you mistake yourself for being favored.'

The more she feels superior, the less she'll be able to monitor Elena's mission.

"Let's go to the drawing room."

"Yes, miss."

Elena headed to the reception room on the second floor of the main building with her maids. When Anne quickly popped out and opened the door, Elena stepped into the room.

"Y-Your Highness the Princess."

For some reason, when she saw Khalif, who greeted her with a very nervous look, she felt more absurd than a happy heart, so a vain smile came first.

'Relax and act as usual.'

Elena looked at his face and spoke quietly in the shape of her mouth. Then Khalif's eyes were perplexed. Elena was trying to reassure him, but he suddenly started hiccuping as if he was very anxious. He would rather the place was the academic dormitory, or if he didn't know Elena's identity, he wouldn't have known that the Great House was quite a burden.

Elena went straight to the point.

"Long time no see. Should I look at the paintings I bought?"

"What? Yes, then… Hiccup."

Elena sat on the sofa and three paintings lay side by side on the easel. Considering that he has brought more than ten canvas pieces for each visit, the number was very small.

"It's all worth knowing. This is 'Laurel,'and the middle one is 'Glory of a Thousand Years.' The last is… Oh my God. It's 'Poet's Song.' I didn't think you'd bring this."

Elena covered her mouth with her hands and acted surprised. However, she was very satisfied with the paintings that Khalif had brought.

'I have to acknowledge my senior's ability. How did he get the poet's song?'

The painting that Elena considered to be the most bubble-bursting and highly acclaimed was the poet's song. It was a special case of a painting from half a century ago, with no special style or technique, but it had become a masterpiece because of the unfortunate death of the poet who was its model. Was this just the painting that Elena wanted? It was a work whose current value is high, but if the art world were to overturn it, the poet's song would be the first picture to plummet in value.

"Oh, I'm so happy that I can't speak. I can't believe I can embrace these famous paintings. It doesn't matter how much. I'll buy all three."

"W-wise… Hiccup! This is your choice. Hiccups!"

Elena sighed in secret while watching the struggling Khalif because his hiccups did not calm down.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine now… Hiccup."

"I'd like to buy something special, can I talk to you about it? It's hard to find."

Khalif held his hiccups and nodded. Elena looked around and said.

"I think I need to talk about something important, so please stay away for a moment."

The maids bowed politely and walked out of the drawing room. As soon as the door of the drawing room was closed, Elena jumped out of the chair and reached out to Khalif along with the water in a glass.

"I was so shocked. What kind of hiccups do you have in this situation? Drink water first."

Khalif took the glass and drank the water. Elena freaked out and took the cup away.

"No, you should drink slowly. I really can't live. Take a deep breath. Breathe in and out."

"Hu… Hah."

Elena's efforts had seen the light, and the number of hiccups had significantly decreased.