Tuesday, May 10, 2022

[Teaser] DCO Chapter 7 Part 13

 

 TEASER CHAPTER 7 PART 13





The first thing Nozomu and his friends were recommended to do when they arrived at Francilt's mansion was take a bath.

Nozomu and the others were grateful for it since they had been training in the forest until a while ago, and their bodies were quite dirty with sweat and dirt.

However, they could not feel relaxed in the bathhouse, which was so large that it could even hold an entire house. Nozomu, Tom, and Mars were soaking in the hot water at the edge of the huge bathtub, restless the whole time.

The only one who was excited was Feo, who was not able to read the atmosphere.

There were more surprises to come.

After getting out of the bath, this time a number of maids dressed the guests in their clothes for dinner.

Nozomu and his friends were dressed in tuxedos that would have been appropriate for a social occasion.

To tell the truth, the tuxedos were so expensive that Nozomu and the others could not afford to buy even a single button with their income. Moreover, for some reason, the tuxedos were made to fit all of them perfectly.

When in the world did they make it?

Nozomu was a little bewildered by the formal attire he was wearing for the first time, but he was also surprised at the audacity of the Francilt to give such expensive clothing to a student of a commoner's background.

But what made him more restless than anything else was the fact that he was surrounded by about 10 maids the moment he stepped out of the bath. The maids said nonchalantly, "We are here to dress you and take care of you".

Mars and the others were also flustered at this shameful play.

They resisted desperately out of embarrassment, but they ended up being dressed one after another. Frankly speaking, Nozomu felt more exhausted than the combat training he had against Jihad.

After being dressed, Nozomu and the others were led to the dining room.

It was the same place where Somia's birthday party was held before. In the ridiculously large dining room, Victor was alone, sitting at a long table that could only have been used for a party. He was waiting for Nozomu and the others.

 

"You've come. Hmm, it looks good on you."

"Umm, is this okay? To make such clothes for us."

"Don't worry about it. It's the host's duty to entertain his guests."

 

Nozomu felt restless that he had been provided with clothes that were expensive even from an amateur's point of view, but Victor didn't seem to be particularly concerned.

 

"Besides, whether it is clothes or accessories, you must have good ones. You'll need it when the time comes."

"No, I don't see myself having such an opportunity ......."

 

In social circles, the quality of one's clothes and ornaments represented the value of the person who wore them.

They were tools for fighting on the battlefield called the social world and were probably the same as knights' armor for the nobility.

However, for Nozomu, such an expensive item was something he could never afford.




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