"..."
The female clerk instantly backed off under Miriette's furious glare.
Her survival instincts have kicked in and she hurried towards the other side of the shop without as much as daring to look back.
"My lady, that girl was rather strange but don't exert herself over a commoner."
Zoemi breathed out and looked meaningfully at the now pouting black-haired girl.
"Hmph! Who cares for some peasant anyway?"
Miriette scoffed and went straight to picking up a few pieces of clothing that managed to catch her attention.
"This should be good for the time being."
She declared and faced Zoemi while holding up a pair of black pants, a green long-sleeved shirt, and a black vest.
Aside from the color of the shirt, a rather safe combination that didn't particularly look any different than what the boy was already wearing.
"Excuse me, where is the changing room?"
Zoemi turned to the threatened clerk and asked politely.
"Ah! I-it's right here, your lordship!"
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