Chapter 229: She Is Not “This Girl”
Chapter 229: She Is Not “This Girl”
Hooked — that word dances inside my heart."Duchess, I believe Lily is older than Your Grace. She is older than Her Majesty the Queen."
At my words the Duchess and the maids held their breath. Did the sound in the room disappear? Did I hear high laughter inside Lily’s heart?
"R-really?"
The Duchess says with a face that finds it completely unbelievable, so
"Please ask Lily her age. May Lily approach your side?"
At my question the Duchess, while showing agitation, answers immediately,
"Yes... come."
Receiving that, Lily approaches the Duchess’s side with a soso and, beside her ear yet so that the maids can also hear, says,
"I am forty-four years of age."
"""Eh!!"""
The three froze. And they are staring hard at Lily’s face. The expressions of the three are strange. The Duchess stretches out a hand and is stroking Lily’s face. With her fingertips she is poking the cheek and checking the rebound elasticity of the skin.
Lily rolls up a sleeve, swings her upper arm, and tries to show the sway of the flesh, yet it does not wobble puripuri. The face of Lily glancing sideways at me is so happy! She is trying to keep a blank expression yet a grin is leaking out.
"If it is all right, may you also look at the legs?"
When Lily says that,
"Yes, they say age begins from the legs..."
the Duchess, who has regained some composure, answers.
Lily turns this way and, rudely, points her buttocks toward the Duchess. Then she gathers up her skirt. There sits the thing I was shown this morning. Are string panties something all right to show? No, she will not show that far, ahaha.
"My!?"
The Duchess is surprised. The maid who looks somewhat older than the Duchess standing beside her has raised the corners of her eyes and is staring fixedly. She is not looking at Lily’s string panties, right. She is looking at the degree of sag at the base of the legs, I suppose. Of course even I, if I compare the Lily of when we met and the Lily of now, would be surprised! I would absolutely not think they are the same person!
"Are you truly forty-four..."
The Duchess asks Lily in a voice that seems squeezed out.
"Yes. I have no reason to deceive all of you regarding my age."
Lily answers in a tone mixed with happiness she cannot hide. At the corner the temple of the still-young maid who looks around thirty is twitching hiku hiku. Perhaps this maid is a little younger, around twenty-five? Realizing that a woman nearly twenty years older than herself has an appearance that does not differ from her own, is she angry? That the appearance of a woman close to her mother’s age does not differ from her own is something that cannot be forgiven, isn’t it.