LXI

Chapter 61

<7th Day Of Sixth Month Of 1081st Year of Lisbon Calendar>

"I! I-! I! AM! A! GIRL!"

'Hm? A girl?' A little startled, I ponder… 'What is he saying?'

Ah! His- er, Her shape of head looks like that of a female's.

"...?!" I get up and bow reflexively after digesting his words. "Lady Dion. Please accept my sincere apologies for the misunderstanding!"

Damn. Her chest gives off the wrong impression. Coupled with that manly voice. And what is with that dress code to a banquet?

It would be difficult to find someone who won't make the same mistake as I have when meeting you for the first time with no prior knowledge of your gender.

'Huh? Did someone offend Laddy Dion?' Someone amongst the VIPs whispers.

'Lady Dion? The [False Man]?'

'Hush! If she comes here, I will deny ever knowing you!'

'Me too. I don't want to be taken away and 'Dealt with'.'

'Me three. I heard the Duke would sometimes HANDLE it himself.'