Lucian sighed for a moment, then he stepped closer to the closet in the room, then opened the door slowly.
Rows of hanging clothes were seen in front of him. He raised his eyebrows when he saw the hanging clothes, almost all white shirts, the only difference was the lace motif on the clothes.
Then, he was silent for a moment while staring at the collection of clothes.
"Oh yes..." He said in a slightly loud tone. He deliberately diverted Pavel's mind from the one who was somewhere now.
"Usually... What am I doing now?" He continued his words. His gaze went straight to the wardrobe, as if trying to evoke memories of the past that were not his.
"Eh...?" Pavel frowned, then woke up from his daydream
"Is that so?" The answer was short, then his hand touched one of the shirts that had a striking lace on the chest, then with a flat face he pulled it a little from the hanger, examining with narrowed eyes.
"Even though my daily activities are monotonous, that doesn't mean my clothes are the same, right?" He snorted for a moment, then pointed the hanger at Pavel.
"What the hell is this, who prepared these clothes. The taste is too monotonous." Then he looked at the shirt while raising one eyebrow.
Pavel gasped for a moment, "I'm sorry if I'm presumptuous, Young Master." He lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes, one hand in front of his chest the other behind his back, though he hesitantly continued his words. "You yourself asked to prepare such clothes."
Lucian instantly froze in the spot for a moment. For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became silent for a moment. He then closed his eyes, his brow twitching slightly indicating that he was hiding his embarrassment at this time.
He turned his body, staring blankly at the wall as he muttered, "Really....?"
Casually, he raised his hand and scratched the back of his ear, "Oh my gosh, that's right. I felt like I really wanted to go back in time and scratch my own head back then."
Pavel who saw this, he rounded his eyes and cleared his throat slightly, he wanted to laugh at this time at the sight of his Young Master's behavior but he held it back with difficulty. His shoulders shook slightly as if to indicate how seriously he was holding back his laughter from coming out.
"Oh my gosh, this really makes me feel de javu. Young Master is really like a combination of Madam and Great Master." He muttered in his mind, then smiled as if this was a memory he really didn't want to forget.
He then opened his eyes again, "Are you... do you want me to help you choose another outfit, Young Master?" he asked in a voice that was made as calm as possible, but the tips of his lips had already begun to lift slowly.
Lucian turned his head, then looked at Pavel sharply. His eyes seemed to say 'you don't even need to smile right now'
Pavel immediately stood up straighter, bowing his head slightly. "I really appreciate every choice of style of the Young Master. There's nothing wrong with your taste beforehand. Not at all."
"... You sound incongruous," Lucian muttered flatly.
He looked at Pavel again, the butler's shoulders continued to shake subtly, it was very clear that he was holding back a laugh that could almost come out at any time.
Then he snorted for a moment, returning to sitting his body in the chair, his legs crossed his head resting on his palm at this time.
"Already, I know you're holding back your laughter from coming out." He raised his eyebrows, then closed his eyes and raised his palms and moved them back and forth in a regular manner.
"Now please call the designer who used to make clothes for me."
Pavel was stunned for a moment. "Really now, Young Master?"
Lucian then narrowed, his voice calm but full of warning, "Pavel, do you think I need to repeat my words?"
Silence was between them for a few seconds. Then Pavel lowered his head slightly, his hand was in front of his chest at this time.
"It's well understood, Young Master." He answered firmly then turned his body and walked towards the door. However, before he actually came out, he saw a small smile that he failed to hide.
Lucian just shook his head softly as he watched Pavel's back quickly disappear behind the door, as if afraid that if he lasted one second longer, his laughter would actually explode.
"At least if you don't care about your face, watch your clothes, Lucian," he muttered to himself, then he looked towards the blue sky visible from the glass window, "With the noble status and wealth you possess, is it hard to add a little variety?"
The wind then came in from the ventilation of the glass window which made the strands of his hair move slightly. The atmosphere felt silent for a moment, only the sound of leaves blowing in the wind and the soft clinking of the wall clock filled the air.
A few minutes passed before finally a few footsteps were heard from outside. The door opened slowly, and Pavel reappeared, this time in a more upright posture than before, followed by a man dressed in a neat light brown suit with a small black ribbon around his neck.
"Young Master, I've brought it," Pavel said with a slight breath after his quick steps down the hallway.
"Oh?" Lucian turned his head slightly, his eyebrows raised.
The designer that Pavel brought immediately stepped in, his facial expression full of excitement. "Oh my gosh, I was really surprised when the butler contacted me" she said while tidying up her slightly random hair. "This time, what kind of white shirt do you want? Lace motif at the end of the collar? Or maybe an additional gold embroidery like last time?"
But when the designer's gaze finally fell fully on Lucian, his body stiffened and his face froze.
"OH MY GOD, BUTLER!" he exclaimed in shock, almost stumbling on his own steps. "Who is this Master?! I heard Young Master Lucian call me—where is he now?!"
Pavel who was standing from behind, holding the designer's shoulder then pointed his finger towards Lucian, "Mr. Arden, the one standing in front of you is him."
Silence was between them for a moment.
"Eii, don't lie," the designer chuckled awkwardly, his eyes still scrutinizing Lucian's face in confusion. "My birthday is still too early to prepare for a surprise of this magnitude."
Lucian just crossed his arms in front of his chest, his facial expression flat, then raised his eyebrows slightly. "What Pavel said was true, I am Lucian."
The designer leaned over, he looked at Lucian from top to bottom. Her eyes narrowed, as if investigating the man in front of her at the moment, but the more she noticed him her face showed an undeniable shock.
"Hmm, judging from your height, it looks like you're indeed Young Master Lucian." The designer squinted, then nodded softly. "I'm sorry, I really don't recognize you at the moment—you usually wear a mask, don't you?"
Lucian, who was sitting with one leg crossed, only raised his eyebrows.
The designer was silent for a moment, then looked back at Lucian once more, then he realized something.
"Wait... mask...?"
He took a step back, his face wide as if he had just realized a fatal mistake.
"OH MY GOD, YOUNG MASTER LUCIAN....!!" He shouted a little, then hurriedly lowered his face, his eyes staring at the floor at this time. His shoulders shook slightly.
"Sorry for my rudeness, I really didn't mean it that way! My mouth sometimes moves faster than my brain, it's disrespectful! Forgive me, Young Master."
Pavel who was standing behind him turned his face away for a moment. He held back his laughter once more. While Lucian could only sighe, then he massaged his temples a little tiredly.
"Why did he react like this as well?" He muttered in his mind.
"Come on, now lift your body." Lucian leaned his body against the back of the chair, then he casually continued, "From now on, I don't like talking to people who don't look directly at my face."
The designer was still lowered, his body trembling slightly. "No, how dare I behave that way to you." His voice sounded bitter.
Lucian snorted for a moment, then glanced at Pavel for a moment, "Is this a natural reaction when people see my face?"
"You seem to know the answer yourself, Young Master," said Pavel in a half-joking but still polite tone.
Lucian nodded slowly, then he raised his hand and combed his hair back, "If you can't look at me while talking, how can you design clothes that fit me?"
The designer finally stood up, although his movements were still awkward. He straightened his body, his hands on standby in front of his stomach as if ready to receive an object floating towards him.
"You're not going to throw me with a pillow or anything like that, are you?" he asked in a cautious voice, almost in a whisper.
Lucian raised one eyebrow, then replied lazily, "I called you here not to make you my throwing target."
The atmosphere became silent for a moment. The designer's eyes suddenly bulged as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing now. He tilted one hand in front of his chest and then smiled again as before.
"Oh my gosh, I'm honored to receive your kindness," he said appreciatively.
He opened the small notebook he always carried with him and prepared a pencil in his hand. "Alright, Young Master Lucian. How many white shirts do you need this time?" His voice was professional again, although his eyes were still flickering in disbelief at Lucian's current face.
"I've had too many clothes like that," Lucian said as he crossed his legs and leaned his body elegantly on the chair. He raised one hand, pointing to an open closet that revealed a pile of almost identical uniforms. "Did you bring a catalog or something like that?"
"Of course, Young Master," he said finally, stuttering slightly, before quickly rummaging through his large bag.
He took out some papers containing sketches of men's clothing designs. Then, he slowly walked over to give the paper to the man in front of him.
Swiftly, Lucian took out the sketch paper of the design. His eyes swept through several kinds of men's clothing designs drawn on them. Long suits with side cuts, layered coats with silver ornaments, and some coats that look practical yet elegant.
But his eyes stopped for a moment when he saw a small writing in the bottom right corner of one of the pages.
"Maredele's house?" he muttered softly, his eyebrows raised slightly. The writing is not very flashy, just a small print next to the designer's signature. But it was enough to attract his attention.