"I don't know... don't you think that all of my clothes are too fancy? I was thinking about going to the town more incognito, but with that, won't everyone instantly know that I am a noble?"
Miriette asked with a concerned expression while looking at her reflection and the available choice of things to wear.
"Not really? I think that it's not the clothes' fault – m lady, you simply look stunning no matter what you wear."
Zoemi waiting by her side with a change of clothes tilted his head and declared with a serious expression...
"...!"
…making the dark-haired girl blush with a compliment he really didn't think of as anything special – because he simply spoke exactly what he actually believed.
"...we... we will go and try to buy some inconspicuous clothes as soon as we will get there – those will do for now..."
Miriette ended up dropping her hands and lowered her head mumbling in embarrassment before walking up to the black-haired boy and grabbing his onto his arm.
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