Choosing a Robe

“This way for the robes.”

Following Ruby Franc, the shop Master, they arrived at a section displaying robes of various colors, from red robes with black embroidery to gold robes with red embroidery, and so on. The embroidered patterns were all different, making it quite a dilemma for Franz, who suffered from decision paralysis.

“All materials used are of the highest quality. We guarantee it on our family name.”

Franz hadn't doubted it, but with her staking her family name on it, he had no choice but to believe. Well, Arian must have recommended it because it was a trustworthy shop to begin with.

“I hope you have a pleasant time. Please call me anytime if you need assistance.”

Ruby Franc finished her words and turned to leave.

Franz was impressed by her perfectly appropriate level of kindness. He wondered if this was the kind of shop even a 21st-century black-haired Korean would find decent enough to visit. He should make a note of it for his list of recommended shops, just in case someone else transmigrates here.

“Magic Tower Master, which one do you prefer?”

“Well, honestly, I don’t really know.”

It was rude to say to Arian, who had taken time out of her day to help him, but he truly couldn't help it. He didn't have a strong preference, nor was he interested in fashion. What suited him well was beyond his concern. He just thought it was fine as long as it wasn't too flashy and people wouldn't criticize it...