Chapter 62.1

Yurina touched her neck, where she felt a tingle, and looked into the mirror. Fortunately, as Betsy said, the wound wasn’t serious, but the place was visible, because it was under the earlobe. And her skin was white, but the wound was reddened and swollen, which made it even more pronounced.

It was a wound that usually didn’t cause any problems. The wound wasn’t very deep, so it would have healed in a few days. There was a high probability that there would be no scars.

However, today was the first day of the three-day hunting competition. All people’s attention will be focused on the house of Carthia, about which there are so many rumors. What if people see the wound on her neck? It was like arbitrarily giving them a reason to gossip.

Yurina would have tried to cover the cut with her clothes anyway, but it was difficult because the place was on her neck.

“My dress also has an open neck.”

Normally, she would just ask Dave to heal her with magic, but unfortunately, Dave didn’t participate in this hunting tournament. Wizards can’t compete in hunting competitions, and injuries are usually treated by healers. Sometimes, in the event of a life-threatening injury, Imperial wizards take over the treatment.

Dave had never followed a hunting competition before as there was no need to field a wizard on behalf of the family. It would have been much more efficient for him to stay in the capital and continue his research, instead of wasting his potential on an event where he was’nt needed.

“Who would have known that this would happen.”

It was unfortunate, but Yurina couldn’t just sit back and regret it. She looked in the mirror, turned her face back and forth, and thought about this and that.

“Let’s try to cover it up with makeup.”

“Makeup?”

Betsy asked, as if in doubt.

“No. If we do something wrong, the cut will open.”

Meanwhile, Emily made a circle and returned with a doctor. The latter seriously examined Yurina’s wounds, applied a medicine with a refreshing scent of herbs, and issued a recommendation.

“If possible, it is better to apply the medicine and leave the cut like this.”

After the medicine had soaked into the wound, Betsy, with the help of other maids, applied the powder to the wound.

However, they still lacked cosmetics that would completely cover spots or scars like in Korea, so Yurina still saw the red cut on her neck.

Yurina looked in the mirror unhappily and spoke to Betsy again.

“Betsy, it’s all useless, right?”

It was a question for Betsy, but it was answered by Emily, who was constantly fussing around. She turned around with concern in her eyes and touched Yurina’s hair.

“What if we change the lady’s hairstyle?”

“Hairstyle?”

Yurina asked without thinking, but Emily cringed like a frightened turtle, as if she felt rebuked.

“Well. Show me your idea.”

“Uh… I think the redness won’t be as noticeable if you lower the hair from the side of the cut. If you decorate your hair with colorful pins, people’s eyes will diverge.”

It made sense.

“Then will you do it?”

“Me? But what if I do something wrong, milady?”

“You will do well. Let’s do it the way you think. What do you think, Betsy?”

Betsy nodded lightly and let go of Yurina’s hair, which was already tied in half.

“I think it’s a good idea.”

When Betsy agreed, Emily’s face relaxed a little. She still hesitated, but she walked over to Yurina and touched her head.

Since this was done in order to cover up the wound, the hair was left loose. The maids brought Yurina a box of accessories and decorated her head with colorful hair clips.

After everything was over, the wound that worried her was barely noticeable. Her hair completely covered the cut, so it was difficult to see even up close, and her new hairstyle was much more than planned. Even if it was because of a cut, Yurina really liked her new look.

“Thanks. So much better.”

“No, milady. It was all my fault.”

Emily’s freckled cheeks reddened. Betsy, pleased with Yurina’s hairstyle, lightly patted Emily’s shoulder.

Emily always followed and admired Yurina’s most accomplished maid, Betsy. With Betsy’s approval, her emotions overflowed, and Emily sniffled, crying again, and wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

“Betsy, time is running out. We need to finish faster. Where is the second earring?”