“Oh—oh… Oh… Y-you’re terrible, Miss Mylene…”
“But you look lovely, Your Highness. All I did was hand you the uniform that would suit you best.”
A while later.
Albert returned to the classroom, sobbing and trying to make himself as small as possible. Whether or not he could successfully hide from any of his classmates was yet to be seen.
“She’s right…you look good. Scary good,” Melissa murmured at the sight of him.
At the sight of Albert dressed in the same frilly apron dress as she and I, that is.
“P-please don’t stare at me-e-e… Th-this isn’t how a prince is supposed to loo-ook…”
“But if you present yourself with poise, you’ll be indistinguishable from a girl. Then all of our guests would just go, Huh, who’s the new girl? when they see you. Wouldn’t that be much easier?”
My revenge was to have Albert assist me.
But not as a male server. No. He would be doing the same job as me.
That’s why I had made Albert’s uniform easy to rip. It was also why the spare maid’s uniform happened to be in Albert’s size.
After he’d dragged me down to hell like that, there was no way I’d let him off easy. Don’t let people fuck with you—that’s my motto.
“W-well…you know, he really does look good…,” one of the boys said.
“I feel kinda funny…,” another murmured.
“Oh…oh—oh—ohhh! Miss Myle-e-ene!”
Some guys were on the brink of personal breakthroughs, but, well, they’d figure out who they were eventually one way or another. Honestly, they should have been thanking me for giving them the opportunity to learn how to enjoy new things.
“Let it go, Prince Albert,” Colette said. “Consider it a prank that lasts only for today. And if you don’t want it to happen again, keep your actions in check.”
“But didn’t all this happen in the first place because of something you said, Princess Colette?! It’s like you don’t even care about me-e-e…”
“My goodness, what a horrifying turn of events. I’d better keep on my toes…”
As Colette nodded wisely, Albert shot her a vengeful glare.
If she weren’t a princess, I might have done something to Colette as well—but when Albert hated wearing the same uniform that Colette was so eager and happy to wear, it would mean the opposite. As long as Colette wasn’t showing any aversion to the uniform, I had to consider this round Colette: 1, me: 0.
“Let’s end the chitchat here. We’re opening soon.”
“Oh, goodness, look at the time! Come, Prince Albert, pull yourself together.”
“Oh—oh…but Cole-e-ette…”
Albert was still a sniveling mess. I understood. I knew exactly what it was like to suddenly have to dress as a lady. I could empathize—but that didn’t mean he had my sympathy.
“Princess Colette is right, Your Highness. You look incredible. If you carry yourself well, nobody will even notice it’s you. And a prince in drag could be a mysterious beautiful girl, to add another novel flavor that only can be tasted at the Genius Festival… It all depends on how you act, Prince Albert.”