FIDWTGM!

C45

In addition to ordinary clothes, Max's wardrobe was full of achromatic clothes. Even the armor on the battlefield was black and silver, so his taste was palpable.

'Yes, it's too early to jump to conclusions.'

It was time to look and judge.

'What's that humming thing?'

Max was surprised to see the clothes brought by the seamstress.

A justaucorps with a red cloth and brilliantly embroidered with gold thread It was certainly far away from his taste.

"I don't like it, ·····." He tried to refuse, but he saw Juvellian staring at him with her eyes glistening.

"Would you like to try it on?" It was a recommendation, not a coercion, but Max could hardly say no. Soon as he put on his clothes, the seamstress beside him chattered.

"Oh, it looks really good on you," Max looked in the mirror, frowning.

'Are you all right?'

After his mother's death, Max had never worn anything fancy like this. Maybe that's why he looked strange in the mirror.

"What do you think? Do you like it?" One nod in a daze, and Juvellian smiled brightly. "That's a relief. I was worried because it was so my taste." The moment I heard it, I felt strange. Max stared at the mirror again. It seemed to be better than I thought. Then, a calm voice came. "Max." He felt his heart pounding as Jubelian stared at him with jewel-like eyes. ''Let's go now,'' Max took the fine hand that was sticking out. Then, he heard a quiet whispering voice. "The clothes are my gift." It was a gift that I wouldn't have if she gave it normally. But······.

He decided to show generosity and just accept the gift.

I was circling the arcade with Max.

'I'm so tired.'

As people stared at us, I responded to the gaze's whirlwind.

'He's a handsome man in a cloak, but he's certainly determined and decorated, which is no joke.'

He said clothes were wings, and it didn't matter if they benefited from him.

'How can that face not even be mentioned in the original?'

For a moment, I had no choice but to harden my face when I blamed the writer for setting up the role strangely.

"Hooh, who is this? Aren't you Princess Floyen?" I replied with a sly look at Radian approaching.

"Oh, it's been a long time, Young Lord of Droil." Then he smiled and bowed his head.

Spoiler: Young Lord of Droil

''The noble lady is beautiful today.''

''Thank you.'' It was when we were exchanging ceremonial greetings.

"But I've never met the person next to you." He's a party maniac, so most people in the system know him. It was not unreasonable for him to feel curious.

'Well, yes, now it doesn't matter if rumors spread.'

The aim is to avoid marrying the Crown Prince. In that sense, you may be lucky to meet Radian, who has a very light mouth.

"This is my lover Max." I said, a strange glow in the eye of Radian.

"Hoh, if you will excuse me, how can I know which family is the child?" I tried to shoot and paste it roughly. But.

"You don't need to know." I sighed at Max's cold answer.

'Oh, this guy, he's playing the game.'