A Dress Instead of a Nun's Habit

Entering the room, Franz still thought it was a bit early, but he changed his clothes according to Arian’s words. He had planned to change later anyway, so if moving the time up a bit could quell Arian’s complaints, it was a cheap price to pay.

The clothes Franz chose were, naturally, the ones Arian had picked out for him some time ago. Or rather, it was more accurate to say they were the only ones he had; most of the clothes in his closet were unsuited for formal occasions.

'Should I buy some more clothes…?'

Until now, he had been acting as the Magic Tower Master, so he hadn’t particularly needed formal attire. No one would say anything about a Mage wearing Mage-like clothes. Besides, he had always been far removed from bustling gatherings like banquets.

But the situation was a little different from then on. He was the Magic Tower Master, but simultaneously a Duke. With more eyes on him, he had to pay attention to his attire.

'I should ask Arian later.'

Arian, the Young Lady of a ducal family, would surely know well.

What was the point of having good connections? It was considered good because it helped in situations like this.

Franz, standing in front of the mirror, was thinking this and adjusting his attire.

Suddenly, Arian’s voice rang out from outside the door...