Chapter 328: Cerilla Zylphyra I

Several hours later, the queen called an audience with Arad present. As a way of thanking him for saving the elves.

Arad walked toward the throne hall, checking the new clothes the maids gave him. The tight black suit and frilled white necktie strangled him. Each chance he got, he pulled on them like an annoyed kid.

"Calm down, it's not like you really can't breathe," Aella stared at him, almost ripping the necktie.

"It's not harmful, just annoying." Arad replied, sighing, "It's hard to move. Those clothes are tight,"

Aella giggled, "I mean, no one expected someone of your size to need it," He started at his wide arms and chest almost ripping the clothes. She could bet that he would tear them if he flexed a bit.

"We shouldn't stand before her for long, as long as the nobles keep their mouths shut." Isdis sighed, "We already talked with the queen once."

Lydia stood beside Aella, her fists on her hips, "Just ignore them. It would be faster that way,"