Chapter 479 She Sure is Beautiful
Yngwie stared at the female elf for a long time. Regardless of whether it was her beautiful features or her seductive figure, all of it was brimming with feminine charm. Her emerald eyes shimmered with a seductive light, and her blue dress hugged her voluptuous figure to perfection. Even as an old man who had lost interest in women several centuries ago, Yngwie’s eyes still lit up at the sight of such an exquisite beauty.
However, he almost collapsed from horror after hearing “her” voice.
“Young Master?” Yngwie stared at the female elf with a twisted and uncertain expression. That voice just then belonged to Blour.
“Were you surprised? Hahaha.” The female elf had been trying to maintain a regal and cultured facade this entire time, but she suddenly burst into laughter as she looked at Yngwie. Even so, she was still covering her mouth as she laughed with her feminine char on full display. It created quite a harrowing sight as the sound of the laughter was not something that should be coming out of a beautiful female elf’s mouth.
“What are you doing, Young Master? How could you dress like this?! It’s preposterous!” Yngwie was trembling with rage. The third young master of the Baibilly Family was cross-dressing in public! If word of this were to spread, his father would die from rage!
“Didn’t you tell me to disguise myself so the young mistress of the Brewster Family won’t recognize me?” Blour gave him a dainty smile as he replied, “The best disguise in the world is to cross-dress. There’s no way that Young Mistress Sally will be able to identify me as the third young master of the Baibilly Family now.”
“She’ll probably think that you’re the third young mistress of the Baibilly Family.” Yngwie rolled his eyes, and he felt as if he were about to black out. He shook his head, and said, “Go back and change. That get-up is way too ostentatious. You’re going to attract too much attention, and your voice is really off as well. You’ll have to speak if you want to get close to Young Mistress Sally, right?”
“Do you think I’m beautiful as well? I just had a look in the mirror, and I almost swooned at the sight of myself. As expected, I’m the most beautiful person in this world aside from Princess Irina.” Blour stroked his delicate chin with a dreamy expression. He then turned to Yngwie with a smile, and said, “As for the voice, you don’t have to worry about it. For a genius like me, feigning a female voice is a piece of cake. Just call me Shirley from now on.”
“S-Shirley?” Yngwie’s eyes widened as he stared at Blour, who had switched to a gentle female voice without any warning. Additionally, the voice was gentle yet decisive and clean, not the sweet and mellow type, and it fitted “her” image perfectly.
“Let’s go. Didn’t you say that the restaurant is about to close? If we’re late, the entire hour of effort I spent would go to waste.” Blour was already stepping onto the horse-drawn carriage outside.
“B-b-but… Young Mas, Shirley, wait, let’s discuss this first…” Yngwie felt as if the values that he had forged in the past six or seven centuries of his life had been completely flipped on their head.
“Young Master, I have a very serious question for you, and I hope you can give me an honest reply.” As they sat down in the horse-drawn carriage, Yngwie turned to Blour with a slightly grave expression.
“Go on.” Blour nodded.
Yngwie hesitated momentarily before asking, “Have you been planning to cross-dress ever since you came here? Could it be that you like dressing up as a woman? Or could it be… you like men?”
“That’s three questions.” Blour pursed his lips.
“Please give me an honest reply.” Yngwie was not to be deterred.
“I’m making a huge sacrifice for the success of your plan; you should be really touched, not skeptical of my sexual orientation.” Blour shook his head in a graceful manner as he said, “Besides, do you think there’s someone in this world worthy of being my spouse? As a man, no other man in this world is more handsome than me. As a woman, all other women under the heavens pale in comparison to my beauty. Being too beautiful is actually very vexing sometimes. I’m destined to be forever alone in this lifetime. There is no woman worthy of me, nor any man that can catch me eye.”
Yngwie looked at the disconsolate Blour, and was really struggling to stop himself from slapping Blour in the face.
However, his narcissism was a good thing in a way. At the very least, he most likely wouldn’t be into men.
As long as that was the case, it was possible for a relationship to blossom between him and Young Mistress Sally. If he really liked men, then there would be no hope at all.
“By the way, Young Master, what are you using as fake breasts? Are they cushions?”
“Cushions? Tch, how could I possibly use something so crude? I found a type of tree in the Wind Forest which produces white sap once you slice into the bark. After refining that sap, it becomes a solid substance with great elasticity.”
“So you prepared that back in the Wind Forest and brought it all the way to Chaos City?”
“I was just preparing for all possible scenarios. A successful person must be well-equipped to face anything at any time.”
“Does a successful person need to cross-dress?”
“Heh, you see, this is why I’m more successful than normal people. I can withstand humiliation that other people cannot.”
“If this is humiliating to you, then… why do you look so excited?”
Thus, their strange conversation lasted the entire trip. Yngwie slowly grew accustomed to the fact that Blour was a seasoned veteran in cross-dressing, and he simply closed his eyes so he wouldn’t be inclined to fly into a violent rage at the sight of “her”.
In contrast, Blour wore a calm and collected expression, and he was a picture of confidence. He was not uncomfortable in the slightest after cross-dressing, as if this was how he always dressed.
The horse-drawn carriage stopped, and Yngwie opened his eyes before pointing to the Mamy Restaurant as he said, “That’s the restaurant right there. Young Mistress Sally works here, so you can try to approach her. However, I suggest you don’t get too close to her today. Otherwise, revealing your true gender and identity to her in the future could prove to be an issue.”
“Don’t worry, this will be a piece of cake.” Blour got down from the carriage with a confident expression. He surveyed the long line in front of the restaurant with furrowed brows as he murmured to himself, “Why is there such a long line? This must be quite an extraordinary restaurant to be so popular despite its terrible location.”
After a moment of hesitation, Blour made her way over to one of the lines. Her slender waist swayed from side to side, drawing a lot of attention from the customers.
“Wow, that girl sure is beautiful.” Mag just so happened to open the restaurant door at that moment, and his eyes lit up slightly at the sight of Blour at the end of the line.