Undercover Infiltration Duchess

, and handed it to Philip.

“The cape works once a day.
We demonstrated today, so you won’t be able to test it until tomorrow.”

“Is that so? All right.”

Prince Philip looked around at the cape, wondering if it was interesting, pinched his side by the Empress, and sat back down with a tearful face.

“Great, Duke Jaxen.
I never thought I’d see magic in a banquet like this.”

“Yes, the Duchess of Jaxen’s dress is beautiful, too.”

“I didn’t know you were preparing this ‘performance’ for the Crown Prince.”

No one sent a glare to Ezet anymore, wearing a dazzling dress, saying she was no longer not dressed for the banquet.
For them, the earlier felt like a preparation for the performance of Ezet transforming herself even in an indoor dress.

It was a big illusion, but nothing good came out of it, so Ezet smiled after Edmond.

It was comforting if the expressions of the five ladies watching from the side were crumpled like a used tissue.

Ezet whispered a little to Edmond.

“Edmond, when did you prepare this?”

“I have a thorough personality.”

Edmond, who likes to control all situations, has repeatedly planned even within the limited stage of Imperial Palace and has prepared numerous countermeasures.

It was unexpected that the ladies who met in the tea room took Ezet to the banquet hall immediately.
Still, they were fully mindful of the situation where she couldn’t change her clothes because she arrived at the banquet hall alone or lost her way.

So he just has a few precautions in place to distract them.

“Do you like the magic dress, Milady?”

“Yeah, it’s so beautiful.
It’s very light.
When did you prepare this kind of dress like this?”

“Don’t move, Milady.
The cream is crushed.”

“What?”

What’s with the cream?

Ezet, who tilted her head, felt something moist touch her chest and lowered her eyes, and was surprised.
The white frills ceded to her chest, breathing in and revealing a very pale white real line each time she exhaled.

“D, don’t tell me.
Don’t tell me…”

“It’s a dessert cake.
Is it to your liking?”

Covering the chest and shoulders were whipped cream shaped like frills, not soft frills like whipped cream.
The flamboyant chiffon skirt was made of cotton candy yarn-like texture, and the white mesh on top of it was also made of sugar.

‘No wonder it smelled so sweet!’

Ezet, who didn’t expect herself to be a dessert cake, suddenly lost her mind.
In addition, she became more anxious about being caught wearing a cake, not clothes.
It would be rude to keep wearing indoor dresses, but this is a different case by case.

Light enough to barely feel anything on her body, this dress will tear relentlessly if someone comes near her and brushes the hem of the clothes.