Yes, Lady Funina!

And so, without Chiori's knowledge, her Chiori shop gained another loyal and wealthy customer.

"It was my oversight before, and I apologize again, Ms. Clarinde," Chiori said solemnly.

They really should apologize. After all, the size wasn't good enough, which led to such a big flaw in the sample. If such a flaw had occurred in the finished product, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Not only would it have ruined Chiori-ya's reputation, but even Clarinde herself would have become a laughing stock and the subject of gossip.

“I accept that, but I think it would be better to use a more durable fabric,” Clarinde suggested.

"I understand." Chiori nodded, without explaining that the fabric she chose was already considered very durable for an evening gown.

It's purely because Clarinde is so good at hiding things; who knows how much undue pressure that button actually endured?

A wealthy family...

However, apart from that dress, there were no other problems with the other sample try-ons, because they were all everyday clothes with designs that leaned towards comfort and fashion, so the sizes were relatively loose.

After admiring all the samples, Richard paid the remaining balance with satisfaction.

Faced with such a compliant client, Chiori was naturally happy to accept it as well, and before leaving, she presented Clarinde with an apology gift.

Clarinde curiously opened the gift and found a top hat just like Navia's, adorned with an ice-blue cloth rose. The workmanship was exquisite, clearly expensive, and perfectly suited to her temperament.

"The dress will be finished by Monday. Will it be delivered directly to your residence, or...?"

“I’ll come get it, but it might take until I get off work,” Claurind said.

The groundbreaking ceremony for the reconstruction of the Academy of Sciences will be held on Wednesday. Although she doesn't need to wear a formal dress at the ceremony, she can dress more appropriately for the banquet afterward.

At previous banquets, Clarinde would change into the Duelist's uniform. Although it was called a uniform, it actually looked quite formal and gave off a dashing vibe. Moreover, many people in Fontaine would wear uniforms to banquets.

Now that she has a choice, and considering that her current primary role is no longer that of the strongest duel agent, but rather that of the secretary of the water goddess Funina, it would be better for her to wear a more formal dress.

Most importantly, this way, when she stands next to Richard, she should look more like a female companion than a bodyguard, which can at least deter some of the women at the banquet from coveting Richard's body.

Lady Furina, you like Richard the man, but I like his body; we're actually on the same side...

Volume 1: Chapter 109 It was just a simple tug-of-war, how did Lady Funina even hand over her head?

Fryna and Lynette knew nothing about what happened at Chioriya last weekend, and it was impossible for Clarinde to rush up to Fryna and Lynette and say: "Your sweetheart is nice, I like him very much, but don't worry, I don't want his heart, I just want to see his body... I don't rule out the possibility of making a move."

That would probably become a real trick for quitting your job.

As for Richard, that bastard would never tell Furness and Lynette.

"G, Clorinde, this dress is so beautiful! It suits you so well!" Funina circled around Clorinde, her eyes filled with admiration.

Clearly, Furness hadn't expected that Clarinde would look so good in the dress; she seemed like a completely different person, transforming from a cold and aloof policewoman into an ice queen at the banquet.

Furina nudged Clarinde with her elbow and joked, "You'll be charming so many people on Wednesday!"

"It's not that exaggerated, Lady Frinna, please don't joke with me." Clarinde was a little embarrassed by what Frinna said. Although she thought the dress she was wearing was indeed very nice, it couldn't possibly be as good as Frinna described.

“No, no, no, you underestimate your own charm.” Furina held up a finger and wagged it, looking Klorind up and down. “I bet with that outfit, you’d be the most dazzling star at any banquet. What do you say, Richard?”

After all, she was really too big, and Chiori's design was also very eye-catching.

“I think so too.” Richard nodded in agreement.

When Funina saw Richard staring at Clorinde, her initially happy expression faltered slightly. She looked at Clorinde's majestic figure, then looked down at her own toes.

My mood suddenly turned sour.

It's truly a heartbreaking story.

Richard keenly noticed Funina's unusual behavior and reassured her, "It's alright, Funina."

Funina didn't understand what Richard was talking about, but she saw him look at her chest and say something.

"It's cute even though it's small."

Funina: #

"Woo..."

Richard clutched his injured right hand, a faint drool stain on his glove. Luckily, he hadn't tensed his muscles, or Fulina's teeth might have been broken.

After being given a minor punishment, Funina felt that even the gesture of crossing her arms seemed a little strange.

After all, someone like Clarinde can hug her chest so tightly that it fits perfectly, while Funina... could probably fit a small bundle of chopsticks in the crook of her arm.

"Don't look!" Funina angrily covered Richard's eyes, but then realized that this was just burying her head in the sand and wouldn't do any good.

After all, it was born small, and no matter how much it tries to cover it up, it can't hide the fact that it's not even a small hill.

Funina slumped back into her chair, her face a grayish-white hue, her head bowed, seemingly lost in a state of self-isolation.

Lynette brought over some black tea and desserts, wanting to offer Funina a little comfort, but Funina's gaze followed Lynette's hand upwards, finally settling on a certain spot... Funina was even more heartbroken.

Even Lynette is a B+ level expert, far beyond what someone like her (A-) could possibly achieve.

"It's okay, it's just a bunch of useless fat..." Funina comforted herself.

A faint smile graced Claude's cool face. This daily office banter made her feel exceptionally relaxed, and she couldn't help but say, "Maybe I shouldn't wear this outfit tomorrow..."

"Why?" Furna asked, puzzled. Then she realized what Clarinde was worried about and tossed her hair back with her hand, saying, "No matter how good your figure is, you can't steal my thunder. You must know that I am Furna de Fontaine, the Queen of the waters, the lands, the peoples, and the laws!"

How could the majesty of a god be obscured by a mere pair of large breasts!

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

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Wednesday arrived as scheduled, and after a boring and tedious speech, a banquet was held in the Mo Mang Palace.

As expected, Clarinde, dressed in new clothes, became the center of attention after being noticed by Frynn.

The men present whispered among themselves, asking who the amazing lady next to Lady Funina was. Upon learning that she was Funina's personal secretary, the single men present became quite excited.

Not only is her figure amazing, but her job is also perfect. She's the perfect partner. If I could marry her, I might even be able to get in touch with Lady Funina. That would be such a great deal!

Faced with a woman like Clorinde, even some married men are considering whether they should take the initiative and make a move. If she takes a liking to them, being married doesn't have to mean being single.

Maybe the other person just likes married men?

As a result, the number of men fawning over Clarind increased visibly, even pushing Frinina aside. It seems that large breasts can not only overshadow the majesty of the gods, but also push the gods aside when necessary.

“It seems that Lady Funina’s fame isn’t always that effective…” Richard walked over to Funina with two glasses of red wine in hand.

Funina took the red wine Richard offered, took a sip, and her lips, already painted with lipstick, looked even more vibrant under the red wine.

"That's fine, I'm happy to have some peace and quiet." Funina snorted, thinking that the guys who were circling around Clorind were really too superficial.

"Their enthusiasm is largely due to the fact that Claudia is your secretary. For those profit-driven guys, while a beautiful woman is desirable, nothing is as appealing as financial gain. Claudia, on the other hand, possesses both qualities, which is why she is so popular." Richard saw things very clearly. Of course, among so many people, there must be some who are simply lustful.

"You don't think they have a good chance?" Funina asked curiously.

Logically speaking, those who can attend this banquet are basically the elite of Fontainebleau, and in terms of the average quality of the entire event, they are definitely much higher than those on the matchmaking market.

The pool of outstanding women is already narrow, and the men who dare to gather around Clarinde and flaunt their talents already encompass the vast majority of Fontaine's current young talents.

If none of these people can satisfy Clorind, then Frynn can't think of anyone who could.

Funina subconsciously ignored Richard, perhaps because subconsciously she had already regarded him as her possession.

"Lady Furina is very concerned about Clorinde's emotional state?"

"It's alright. After all, she's my secretary. I hope she can find a good home. After all, women always have to get married eventually," said Funina. In her long life, she had seen many women who met tragic ends because they had entrusted themselves to the wrong person.

As Clorind's friend, Furness naturally hoped that Clorind could find a good match.

"Has Lady Funina considered who she will marry in the future?" Richard asked abruptly. "After all, Lady Funina is a woman."

"Why are you asking this?" Funina was startled by Richard's sudden question and almost spilled the red wine in her hand.

“Curious.” Richard looked down into Funina’s eyes. “Hasn’t Lady Funina considered her own marriage?”

Funina was a little nervous and unconsciously wanted to touch the ring on her left ring finger, but unfortunately, her right hand was holding a wine glass, so she couldn't free her hand.

He could only straighten his collar with his left hand, avoiding Richard's gaze, and said, "I haven't considered it. I won't consider it until the crisis is completely resolved."

“That’s true. If the prophecy really comes true and everyone is dissolved, leaving only Lady Funina, it will only increase the sadness.” Richard said understandingly.

"Can't you think of anything positive!" Funina rolled her eyes in annoyance, then casually added, "What about you? Haven't you thought about your own marriage?"

To Funina's surprise, Richard sighed softly and said, "Lady Funina, I'm still a child."

Funina:? ? ?

"By the standards of elves, I am still just a teenager, not even an adult yet."

"But you're not really an elf."

"That makes even more sense. Dragons live much longer than elves. Strictly speaking, I'm still a cub."

"..." Funina felt that Richard was teasing her, but she had no proof.

And Richard doesn't look like a cub at all! What cub could pin a crazed Stormterror to the ground and beat it down? He didn't even lift a finger; he just pinned the dragon to the ground and made it unable to move with a single sentence.

If it really was a cub, then Fulina felt that the Stormterror Dragon should at least say: "This is eight years old!"

"Lady Funina doesn't believe me?"

"Do not believe."

Funina thought Richard was a very bad guy and couldn't be trusted at all.

"If I'm lying, Lady Funina's mark will sense it," Richard warned.

"induction?"

"It means that if one of us lies to the other, the mark on the other person will get hot."

"It has this effect too?" Fu Ningna was surprised, seemingly not expecting that the mark on her hand would have such an effect.

But... why has her mark never reacted?

“Of course, just a short while ago, the mark on my hand got hot several times, scalding hot. You can touch it if you don’t believe me.” Richard extended his right hand, gesturing for Funina to touch it.

Funina touched it and found it was indeed burning hot. Then she realized that if Richard was right, then all those insincere words she had said to him earlier...

"you you……"

"Let me think, it seems like it started getting hot from the very first sentence, 'That's fine too, I'm happy to have some peace and quiet,' and then the temperature rose again when you answered my question, 'Who will you marry in the future'..."

"Stop talking!" Funina felt that the temperature of her face was almost the same as the temperature of Richard's hands, both burning hot.

She felt that her cheeks, ears, and even neck must be bright red by now.

"Like a ripe apple," Richard thought to himself.

Seeing this, Richard couldn't help but lean close to Funina's ear and whisper, "Then, Lady Funina, can you tell me who you have in mind?"

"Anyway, it definitely wasn't you!"

As soon as Funina finished speaking, she saw Richard smile and wave his right hand at her.

"It's burning up again, Lady Funina."

Now, Funina's face was even more radiant than the red wine in her glass.

Even so, Richard didn't forget to deliver the final blow. He gently touched his own glass to Funina's, downed his drink in one gulp, and said in a voice only Funina could hear:

"Actually, you were one of my choices."

What? What do you mean? Who is being considered?

After hearing Richard's words, Funina subconsciously touched her left hand. She didn't feel any heat. Then she felt dizzy, as if she were floating on a cloud. She could barely hold the wine glass in her hand, and her legs were weak. She could only stand up by holding onto the edge of the table.

Richard beckoned to a waiter at the banquet and said, "Could you please bring me two glasses of apple juice?"

Apple juice has some hangover-relieving properties and can help alleviate discomfort after drinking. Although Funina only drank a little red wine, she looked quite drunk.

Richard needed to prepare a good excuse for his boss so that she wouldn't be embarrassed later and cause him trouble.

"Have some apple juice to sober up. Lady Funina seems to drink very little. She's already this drunk after just a little bit."

Funina wanted to argue that she wasn't drunk, but after thinking about her behavior just now... she decided to just pretend she was drunk.

After seeing that Funina silently took the apple juice and drank a sip, Richard slowly said, "I'm sorry, Lady Funina, I lied just now."

Funina looked at Richard, not understanding what he meant. She couldn't help but touch her left hand again. It wasn't hot. How could he lie?

"That mark that gets hot from lying is something I made up," Richard readily admitted.

Furninna: !!!

Before Funina could even get angry, she heard Richard say, "But I told you this one lie today."

Suddenly, Funina lost all her breath, leaving only a burning hot face and a pounding heart.