TBATE | The chosen emissary

Chapter 7: The party I

Vigor Kinsteel's POV:

On that morning, I have been dragged all way to every single fashion shop in Valden by my mother for hours since most of my clothes were getting tighter for my overgrown body to wear. I'm definitely too tall compared to kids with same age as me. Sometimes, my mother asks me teasingly what did our family's cookers feed me to make me grow so fast while my father proudly claims that I inherited his physical traces, thus explaining my abnormal growing speed.

The main thing my mother wanted to purchase was a proper suit so I can attend the princess' birthday with the most elegant and formal appearance not just towards the royal family but also every important noble house that will join tonight. First impression is a very crucial aspect of getting in good terms with other nobility. The way you dress yourself, talk and act between conversations can help you gain respects and trusts from people in same peerage as you. Hence, relationships are formed between houses which result in potential advantages in businesses as well as aiding each other whenever in need. And above all, there are clearly no good reason to make unwanted rivals for us. Those are what my mother has taught me in summary and each of her words engraved deep to my brain. Despite being tired for hearing she reminding me about them for multiple times, I have to agree with her.

My point of view towards snorty noble kids is still remained unchanged as I know that in the Xyrus academy's arc in the novel, there were many spoiled and supremacist assholes who take advantage of their house's reputation to bully commoners and students from other 2 races.

To be honest, they only have their values as mages since the proportion of awakening as mage in Dicathen is only 1 out of 100 which is just too rare. Comparing to the ratio of Alacrya which is 1 out of 5, we are considerably outnumbered in mages. Dicathen will never has a chance to stand against them if the whole continent can't become united as one and fight along side together. Thus, nurturing and producing as many strong mages from all three races as possible is the vital factor for Dicathen's military power to win the war despite how spoiled and stupid they are as nobles.

That's being said, I will have to prepare additional plans on how to upgrade the mages of Dicathen in terms of both quantity and quality, in the same time erase the discrimination between humans, elves and dawrves , right after I finished my first grinding for leveling up my cores.

But back to the current matter, I'm apparently in a predicament which I was hopeless to fight back. I'm being used as a mannequin for my mother to try all the children-sized suits inside this store and as I check the clock, it is almost noon......

My whole morning was gone, just like that. I could have done so many things, training, learning and plotting. Whatever  it is as long as it isn't shopping. And yet, reality is often disappointing.

"Mom, I think this one suits me well enough. Can we have lunch now?" My voice was in great despair while my mind was begging my mother to say yes.

Selena takes a look at me, observing me for a moment until she dropped a bomb:

" No, no, this one's texture is good but still missing a pattern that connects you with it. Just one more minute Vigor." She talked with a determined voice as she continued her search for my suit, not knowing that her words made me dead inside.

"This is the one, try it son.", her voice held satisfaction and enthusiasm as she gave the clothes to me.

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Stepping out of the changing room, my eyes met my reflection in the mirror of the store. The black suit I'm wearing was similar to tuxedos from my previous world but with no ties. The fit at the shoulder hugs my natural shoulders' shape to give me an ideal look of my firm upper body. The two lapels have a slight green theme which matched my eyes' color and made it slightly contrast to the overall black color of the suit. The same thing can be said with the handkerchief inside my breast pocket. Additions to my tuxedo's white collar shirt were golden cufflinks and studs decorated with shiny emeralds on the sleeves. The suit makes me look more mature and formal with the vibes of a businessman, way too serious for a child.