My Contract Husband Resembles the Male Protagonist - Chapter 77
“A birthday present should be something the person likes…”
First of all, Dale is twenty-two years old.
He’s the same age as my brother, Samuel Lockheart.
‘What did my brother like…?’
Well, they did share a certain commonality in that they were both the type to only know about swords.
My brother had been a knight in the capital since childhood, while Dale was a strong mercenary.
“A sword, maybe?”
But it felt a little odd to buy Dale a sword myself.
“Since the weapon that fits the hand is important. Oh, right.”
An idea popped into my head—a gift that couldn’t go wrong.
I had thought of it before, but Dale wasn’t interested in sprucing up his appearance at all, and I always felt a bit disappointed whenever I saw him because of that.
He had so many opportunities to show off his good looks, but why didn’t he?
“There’s a gift that can only be bought in the capital.”
Coincidentally, the Kellefelt Trading Guild also had a store on the commercial street.
I could wrap up the contract and collect the deposit while I was at it…
“I should go buy a present.”
* * *
“Welcome, ma’am.”
The place I went to was a boutique in the shopping district.
It was a high-end shop that only made custom clothes, so it wasn’t a place just anyone could walk into.
Of course, even I, who had been a runaway for three years, wouldn’t normally think of coming here.
‘But now, I have plenty of money.’
The head of Kellefelt Trading had given me the full advance payment for the contract.
The lord and I were to split the money fifty-fifty, so the amount I now had was 12.5 million crobat. And from the hoe contract, an additional 1 million crobat.
I had become a walking vault with a total of 13.5 million crobat.
“Hehehe…”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
‘It’s a shame that the price of the hoes was set low, but I raised the profit margin per unit, so it’s actually better.’
It would bring in more profits going forward.
I strolled lightly around the boutique.
‘The fashion hasn’t changed too much from what I’m wearing.’
Most of the dresses I owned were from Dale’s house. Dale had claimed they belonged to his sister.
Regardless of the truth, if Dale had prepared them, his taste was quite good.
This boutique had a nice fragrance.
Its peach-colored, cozy yet luxurious interior, combined with the white lighting that made the clothes on display stand out, was impressive.
It was so spacious, like a mansion, that just walking around the display rooms was enough to make my legs ache.
“Is there a particular design you’re looking for, ma’am?”
“Ah… I’m looking for a men’s coat.”
Without realizing it, I had been looking only at women’s clothes.
I got so carried away enjoying the vibe of the capital again that I lost track of what I was doing.
“Aha. Are you shopping for your boyfriend?”
“Boyfriend…?”
He wasn’t, but there was no need to correct them.
“Yes. He’s about this tall? Around the height of that statue over there, and his build is broad with wide shoulders.”
“I’ll show you some designs first. Once you reserve it, you can bring him in to get his measurements taken later.”
I shook my head at the clerk’s suggestion.
“No, he won’t be coming.”
“Oh, in that case…”
Before the clerk could look troubled, I opened my purse and showed them the contents.
Shiny gold coins rolled around inside.
I handed the clerk a tip and whispered,
“Send a tailor to the house instead.”
The clerk grinned as they pocketed the tip.
“Of course, ma’am. It can be arranged.”
What made Saint Berna Boutique special was the fact that designers and tailors worked separately, ensuring a systematic and high-quality production process.
Usually, customers came to the boutique to get fitted for their clothes, but Saint Berna secretly operated a special service.
A visiting tailor service.
It was a privilege only the highest-ranking nobles could enjoy, but Saint Berna had turned it into a strategic selling point.
No matter how proud a noble was, they didn’t dispatch tailors to their home.
Saint Berna only provided this service to customers who spent a lot of money.
In other words, this boutique was…
A money-crazy boutique.
