In addition, Scarlett sometimes bumped into the Duke.

Right now, he was giving her a deadly side-eye. However, he didnt say much, perhaps because the situation was too ridiculous.

Anger swelled inside of the duke, threatening to burst forth.

Are you going to slap me in the cheek again?

Ignorant fellow.

However, Duke Armand refrained from using violence in front of the duchess.

Was it for the sake of the Duchess? No.

It was because he was humiliated by her look of contempt after he used violence.

So, he wont be careless in the carriage.

And if something happened, Scarlett could scream.

The silence was piercing.

In the tense atmosphere, an unexpected person broke the atmosphere.

Did you eat something bad?

Izar Armand.

Whats wrong with keeping ones mouth shut in front of the duke and duchess?

Scarlett glanced at him, narrowing her eyes.

Izar was a family member she was comfortable with.

When she first entered this body, the first person she saw was him.

Besides, he still treats Scarlett well.

In the original book, when Scarlett was sentenced to death and imprisoned, he was the only person who tried to help her escape.

When I came into possession of the body, Scarlett was about to take her own life.

However, she didnt know why. After all, nothing of the sort happened in the original book.

It was Izar who discovered her first and saved Scarlet.

When Scarlett woke up in this body, Izar silently stared before leaving her with one word.

Rest.

Maybe he was a little awkward, but Scarlett didnt hate his behavior, so she decided to reply.

What?

What kind of dress

The duke face filled with anger as though he finally came to his senses when he heard the word

dress.

He was on the verge of bursting.

Dress? Scarlett pretended to be oblivious as she responded to Izar. Why? Isnt it pretty?

She spoke with a cheerful smile and a demeaning expression.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

Insane

Izar gazed at Scarlett with a puzzled expression.

Why? Its true.

Lets not talk about it. Lets not.

Izar glanced at the dukes face. He recognized the anger on his face and turned his gaze away from Scarlett.

Why is that?

He had been talking to her softly these days, which wasnt how he used to talk to her, according to Scarletts memories.

It wasnt in the course of events

Scarlet Armand!

Ah. Finally, the duke burst into a fit of anger.

Do not get off the carriage! Go back! This is a disgrace to the family!

A disgrace?

When Scarlett probed further, the duke refused to back down like before.

Yes!

Hmm. Why?

The duke blinked as though he had witnessed something particularly puzzling.

He had never seen Scarlett talk back to him.

Then, are you saying youre not a disgrace?

Last time, you slapped me for buying a lot of fancy clothes, so whats wrong this time? Scarlett said calmly, tilting her head. She looked down at her clothes to check. Doesnt it look like a very clean dress?

WellThis!

Ah. Spouting nonsense

Scarlett averted her gaze from the duke, pretending to straighten her back.

Izar glanced at Scarlett through the reflection on the carriage window.

What do you think people will say when they see your clothes?!

Duke Armand began to writhe as if a burning flame had scorched his head.

Scarlett laughed.

What can I do? I dont want to die.

When Scarlett entered this body, she spent most of her energy trying to figure out how to get herself out of this situation.

Now, things were different.

Even if we turn the horses around, people will still see my modest clothes.

Only

Seeing Scarlett Armand, who rarely appeared at social junctions, would probably cause more of a fuss than her clothing, in all honesty.

And who said my clothes were jeopardizing my engagement?

The duke was terrified, and his expression was ghastly as if he had just been stabbed.

Elaborately dressing up wont improve my reputation. Isnt that right?

Although it was a bit unconventional, it wasnt like Scarletts dress was of poor quality.

Her behavior certainly wouldnt damage the prestige of her family.

And if youre so concerned about our familys prestige, why are you only scolding me, Father?

What?