MTLNOVEL Chapter 11
Chapter 11
I returned to my pajamas and finally regained my composure.
I had lost sight of everything around me in my anger—how unbecoming of me.
I just couldn't allow myself to wear that outfit. That's right. I'm a super handsome elite salesman. I have a stronger attachment to fashion than anyone. Compromise is not an option. Wearing such a coordinated mess, even if I had reincarnated into someone else's body or been warped into another world, was simply unacceptable.
It's not like I'm making fun of Ellie's fashion sense.
Everyone has their own preferences when it comes to clothes and genres, and buying and combining what you like is part of the fun and personal freedom. Also, I don't care what other people wear. Being told by someone else that your clothes are lame can severely hurt your pride. Everyone believes their own clothes are cool or cute.
Even if that belief is a 'great mistake'.
When I looked to the side, for some reason Clarice and Barry were prostrating on the ground.
"Eh!? Hey, both of you, raise your heads!"
I hurriedly tried to get the two of them to stand up.
But no matter how much I pulled, they stubbornly refused to move.
"Your anger is completely justified, Miss!"
"It is due to the lack of virtue from us as husband and wife! Please, boil us, roast us, char us—do as you wish!"
Things have gotten unnecessarily serious. Hey, how did it come to this?
"I seriously don't understand what you're talking about, so raise your heads, both of you."
Clarice and Barry timidly lifted their faces.
"It's not like I was angry at you two."
"Huh?"
"The reason I got angry was because the clothes I was wearing were just too lame—I was angry at myself."
"Then, does that mean it wasn't caused by our blunder?"
"Of course not. What on earth did you two do wrong?"
"I accidentally pulled down the pajama pants," said Clarice.
"I got snot on the pajama pants," said Barry.
There was definitely a blunder.
"That was just because you were moved to tears, right? I'm not bothered by it."
The two of them, relieved, relaxed from their formal sitting position and leaned against each other.
"More importantly, Clarice, is there a good clothing store around here?"
"But of course, Miss!"
Apparently fully recovered, Clarice approached me with the force of an express train passing through a local station.
"You're too close, Clarice. Alright, let's stop by the store before going home."
"As you wish."
Barry, who had been quietly waiting, guided the reins and moved the carriage into the training ground.
I decided to leave the suddenly erupting hot spring to another servant once we got home, and climbed into the carriage still in my pajamas.
After thirty minutes of rocking, we returned to town. The sunset had disappeared and the streetlights came on.
I guess it was around six o'clock.
The main street, wide enough for a carriage to move through, was bustling with people going back and forth. The shops lining the stone-paved road—bars, pubs, restaurants, set-meal diners, cafes, clothing stores, weapon shops, armor shops—were all constantly filled with customers. There were even drunkards nearly getting run over by the carriage, but judging by the shouting and the way they were hauled off by people wearing hunting caps and carrying large swords—probably a patrol squad—it seemed like an everyday occurrence.
I felt many times more moved than I ever did on an overseas trip.
Could there really be such a different culture?
There were people who weren't human.
It's a weird way to say it, but among the humans were a warrior-looking guy with a tiger face and armor, a gender-ambiguous person with a lizard head and turban, a girl with rabbit ears, a kid with cat ears, a street performer with only his arms like a monkey's, and most surprisingly, a centaur-like being with a horse's lower half and a human torso—such creatures walked around as if it were normal.
People of all races were linking arms and drinking merrily, negotiating prices with serious faces, or whispering sweet nothings to each other—it was like throwing every animal in the world into a ball and mixing it up.
Naturally, my eyes were drawn to the magic-related shops.
Wand specialty shops, magic specialty shops, magitech specialty shops, magic item specialty shops, and even ones that sold magical pets that weren't technically magic.
"Greifner Street is always busy no matter when we come,"
Clarice sighed lightly.
"Is it always this crowded every day?"
"Indeed, Miss. You rarely go out at this hour, after all. It would be terrible if you were kidnapped or something."
I doubt there's anyone who could kidnap this massive body.
I weigh a hundred and ten kilos.
"So where's the clothing store?"
"Over there is a popular shop for young women."
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety.
"Clarice. This is the capital city of the country, right?"
"Of course, Miss." She puffed out her chest. "This is the capital city Greifner of the Kingdom of Greifner."
"I thought so."
I knew it.
"Why are you asking something like that now?"
"Mmm, just a little confirmation."
That's right...
The outfits of the people crowding the town were generally lame...
No, maybe 'grungy' is a better word. Like, if you're not sure, just slap some decorations on it. Clothes that are roughly designed, accessories that seem to scream 'the bigger, the better', and overall, not much use of color.
The commonly used colors were white, brown, black, and sometimes green or navy. Pastel colors were rarely seen.
Most young women wore white shirts with brown fabric dresses, skirts below the knee, and clunky shoes. Or plain tunics. There were even some wearing incomprehensible paisley-patterned tunics, and those were just incredibly lame. The shapes were bad. The fabric was meh. The weird frills were unnecessary. Maybe it's that isekai quality, but everyone had good figures, so it was just barely tolerable. It was a waste of good figures.
As for hairstyles, the trend seemed to be small braids passing over the ears and tied at the back. It's the classic village girl look you see in fantasy movies.
The men generally wore baggy and sloppy pants, and some kind of shirt-like garment pulled over. There were strings across the chest area that they tightened or loosened as needed. But the design was just awful. It's like they didn't care as long as it was easy to move in. Some guys wore hats, thinking it was stylish, but the mismatch between their clothes and hats just made them look even lamer to me. Occasionally, I'd spot a noble-looking man whose outfit caught my eye, but on closer inspection, it was just the fabric that was high-quality—the overall shape and form were lacking.
"I want to obliterate it all..."
With my perfectionist tendencies, I muttered without thinking.
Clarice clasped her hands and begged, "Please don't do that, Miss."
"You heard that? Oopsie."
Let's keep it to ourselves that I felt homicidal rage toward my own chubby "oopsie."
Then, looking at the shop sign, I tapped Barry, who was acting as coachman, on the shoulder.
'Cupid of Love'
"Let's turn back."
I have nothing but bad feelings about this.
Seriously, though.