After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

Ada suddenly interrupted:

"So, at that time, Mom thought you were her salvation, so she married you..."

Romos covered his face and said a little embarrassedly:

"Ah, what's going on? She looked so weak at the time. If I left her alone, she would die!

"And at that time I just wanted to find a mother for Olive. When I married her, I really didn't think that she would go through so much... I didn't even think that she would regard me as her salvation..."

After saying this, Romos' face flushed a little.

Ada refilled their cups with new tea.

Romos took a bite of soufflé and said calmly:

"Time flies. In the blink of an eye, Nancy's daughter... that is, you, will have the Queen Sherlock Banquet."

Then, he turned his attention to the dress:

"But I still feel bad. This dress is beautiful, but it's no longer suitable for Nancy...

"Of course, it also witnessed the growth of a beautiful, ignorant girl into a well-educated, intelligent woman... It can be said that it has completed its mission, right?"

Ada looked at the dress and tried to think like her mother:

Although this dress is beautiful, it can only be beautiful when worn by young women. If Mrs. Jones were present, she would probably agree with Romos.

"father!"

Ada suddenly put down her teacup, leaned forward slightly, and talked to Romos with great interest.

"I have an idea..."

"What's wrong?" Romos was drinking tea with his head tilted back.

"Can I borrow this dress? I want to wear it to the Queen Sherlock Party."

"Um?!"

Romos was lucky because he hadn't swallowed his tea when he heard this, so he didn't choke.

But his cheeks were puffed up like a chipmunk stuffed with food, which made him look a little cute.

The Demon Tower Master's golden eyes were filled with surprise. He quickly swallowed the tea and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief:

"I heard that Xi Lun is not engaged yet. That means the Lord and his wife will definitely attend this party - could it be...?"

At first, Ada just wanted her non-blood father to give her some advice on choosing a dress.

But after listening to the Lord of the Demon Tower telling her what this dress meant to her mother, her biological father, and the Lord's wife who had long complained about the Lord, Ada felt that it would be more appropriate for her to wear this dress at her first social event.

What's more, Ada looks so much like her mother.

Romos suddenly understood his little daughter's thoughts:

"Since the Lord tortured Nancy into this state many years ago, this dress should be used to its fullest effect by making this fake couple suffer from mutual suspicion!"

"Ah, but... do you really want to..."

"Is it okay? I really just think it's beautiful, that's all..."

Romos rolled his eyes at Ada - I don't believe you.

He bent over slightly and couldn't help but continued to cough...

...

Aida's private residence.

The maids lamented the discarded gowns:

"This chiffon dress is very beautiful, but it's a pity that the Viscount didn't choose it."

"This pink one too, what a shame..."

but...

The maids all cast their eyes on the dress in the large acrylic box behind them. The box containing the dress was being steadily transported by drift magic and slowly arrived in front of them:

"The Viscount really has good taste!! This dress is perfect!"

Just like when Ivan's body was buried, the Lord of the Demon Tower arranged for some fashion designers to improve this dress:

Designers repaired the slightly damaged areas with beautiful silk threads or gems, and then improved the entire dress based on some of the wearer's habits.

After a while, the already beautiful dress became even more capable and perfect.

When Ada tried on the dress, everyone in the room said, "Isn't this perfect?":

Fair skin, beautiful golden eyes, white and smooth hair, soft body curves...

Olive, who was standing nearby, nodded.

As a witness, she can indeed say that "this is very consistent with Ada's evaluation of being neither ostentatious nor losing grace":

"I'm just wearing a dress. I can't imagine how eye-catching you will be with those jewels on, Ada."

"Thank you for your evaluation, sister..." Ada lifted her skirt slightly, expressing her helplessness.

“(Complaint) This dress is really heavy... Will I be able to hold my head up when I wear all those jewels at the party...?”

Olive half-opened her eyes and smiled:

"You're not bad at all, you're just a viscount. I think I heard that Miss Haines usually wears clothes with three layers of skirts."

"What...usual??"

Ada's eyes were dull. "What if it happened at a big banquet?"

...

On the day of Queen Sherlock's banquet,

The banquet was held in the evening, and the nobles who received the invitation had to get ready during the day.

Ada is no exception.

She got up very early and washed, then the maids who arrived early helped her put on her dress. Then she sat on the sofa, eating something while waiting for the decorations to be delivered.

"These are all jewellery suitable for a viscount. I'm glad to see them."

Olive was carrying a tray covered with a white silk cloth.

When Ada lifted the white cloth, she could see diamond products, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, etc. on the tray.

These jewels are both in keeping with the wearer’s temperament and not too eye-catching.

very good.

"It has more variety than I thought." Ada commented as she looked at the treasures.

Olive replied, "These are all decorations that Mother carefully selected for you. And they were all paid for by Uncle Arthur and Ivan (Sheen). So don't worry."

"(More burdensome) Okay..."

Ada originally just wanted to choose a few of these decorations that she liked to wear, but she couldn't resist the nagging of Olive and her maids.

Before they knew it, they had helped put on all the decorations on the tray.

After making sure that nothing else would be added to her body, Ada said to them:

"Now that everything is ready, I'm leaving."

Then came the responses from the crowd:

"Yes, Viscount."

"I hope you enjoy your dinner tonight."

...

Another dressing room.

You can tell by the buttons on the uniform that boys wear their own clothes.

(System perspective)

There was only one blond figure running up and down in the entire locker room:

Take a shower, put on the skin bag, have a facial SPA, put on a shirt and pants, comb your hair...

The system sitting on the sandalwood table not far away was holding a chocolate cookie with interest, waiting for its host to take care of it.

"I'm fine." Ivan's voice sounded next to the system.

The system looked up and took a closer look at Ivan's attire:

Today he was wearing a white, lightweight wizard's windbreaker and a black wizard's cloak.

Under the persuasion of the system, Ivan gave up the long boots for the first time and this time he obediently changed into light black leather shoes.