Sir Dominic looked around the shop.

The wooden interior created a warm atmosphere.

The soft light emanating from the fireplace added to the comfortable feeling.

Mounted heads of bears and deer adorned the walls, with dates written beneath them clearly indicating when each animal had been hunted.

Below the mounted trophies stood several mannequins, displaying unwrinkled garments ranging from flowing dresses fit for princesses to the formal attire of diplomats boasting steadfast dignity.

That alone revealed much about the shop’s character, but Sir Dominic’s interest lay elsewhere.

A massive sword hanging on the wall.

A greatsword larger than not only Sir Dominic’s height but taller than most tall, strong men hung on the wall.

“That’s a sword used by the valiant warriors of the highlands.”

The elderly man with a strong jaw seemed pleased that Sir Dominic showed interest in the greatsword and began explaining.

“They say a swordsman controlled by his sword is third-rate, but that sword is the exception—only those who let themselves be guided by it are considered proper swordsmen.”

The old man rose from his seat and offered Sir Dominic a handshake.

“Baron Whistle at your service. Just call me Baron.”

The man who introduced himself as Baron put a tobacco pipe in his mouth.

Though worn, the rosewood pipe finished with ivory looked like a work of art in itself.

Sir Dominic quickly scanned his appearance.

This was a knight’s instinct.

The instinct to assess an opponent when facing a strong warrior.

The old man wore a large flat cap, a fluffy sweater and a skirt, over which he had an apron, emblem, and cape.

Silver-threaded strings hung down from his flat cap, and the overall checkered pattern in purple, light purple, and deep purple was striking.

Suddenly, Sir Dominic realized he hadn’t introduced himself despite the other party having done so.

This was a serious breach of etiquette for a knight.

Noticing this, Sir Dominic placed his right fist over his left chest, bowed his head slightly, and said:

“I am Sir Dominic of Ferrant. I have been appointed as a knight, but hold no title.”

“Sir Dominic. Sir Dominic of Ferrant.”

The old man puffed on his pipe as he looked at Sir Dominic.

The old man, once a knight himself, was assessing Sir Dominic.

Disheveled hair that had weathered rough battlefields. A single eye, clearly injured in combat against a powerful opponent. And above all, a well-maintained sword and shield.

“I like you. My wife will be proud to say she met a remarkable person after so long.”

“Your wife mentioned me?”

Sir Dominic looked at the Baron with surprised eyes.

“Of course. She said she had never seen such a charming knight in her life.”

“My goodness, why did you leave out the ‘except for you’ part?”

The Baroness turned her head away with a snort, clearly displeased.

“Oh, my dear. I didn’t mean to. I suppose I just take it for granted that you consider me the best.”

“Oh my, you’re making me blush when you talk like that.”

Despite their advanced age, the Baron and Baroness still seemed overflowing with love.

“Anyway, coming here means you’re looking for a new skin, doesn’t it?”

The Baroness cut to the heart of the matter even in such a cloying situation.

“How did you know?”

Sir Dominic was momentarily surprised, but nodded in agreement at the Baroness’s following words.

“Well, if you came wearing such an unfashionable t-shirt instead of that splendid knight’s outfit you wore last time, it’s easy to guess.”

The Baroness hummed through her nose as she laughed.

Sir Dominic looked down at his t-shirt.

Still the dazzlingly white fabric with the words “This is a T-shirt” written on it.

Sir Dominic liked the fabric’s quality and began contemplating whether it was really as unfashionable as suggested.

“You’ve come to the right place. No one knows medieval formal wear better than my husband and I.”

“To be precise, my dear, it would be you. I’m not what I used to be.”

“That’s not true, my love. I still get so excited seeing clothes you make that I can’t sleep!”

It was truly a nauseating situation, but watching the couple’s love, Sir Dominic nodded thinking, “So this is what true love looks like.”

For Sir Dominic, who hadn’t completely escaped the common sense of Ferrant, it was truly a beautiful love.

“Anyway, since you came to have clothes made, let’s look at your budget first. Since you’re someone I’ve been keeping an eye on, I can make some allowances.”

“Well, I only have 1280 Gacha Stones.”

Sir Dominic took out all his Gacha Stones from his inventory.

“On my way here, most things I liked cost around 2000 Gacha Stones. I wonder if this will be enough…”

“More than enough!”

The Baroness instilled confidence in Sir Dominic.

“Our selling price is usually around 890 Gacha Stones. With 1280 Gacha Stones, even after discounts, you can get clothes twice as nice.”

“I’ll go get my bagpipes.”

The Baron and Baroness smiled brightly upon hearing the budget.

It was quite a large sum for making one set of high-quality clothes.

While the Baron went to the back of the shop to get his bagpipes, Sir Dominic asked the Baroness something he was curious about.

“Um, why is the Baron wearing a skirt?”

“It’s the traditional attire from the Scotry dimension. It’s a harsh region, so people there have great pride in their traditions. He’s as strong and charming as he is proud!”

The Baroness hummed through her nose as she took out a sewing machine.

“Did you know? My beloved Baron was once a tremendous knight! When he swung his greatsword, ice from mountain peaks would avalanche down.”

“Nonsense talk.”

Just as the Baroness began boasting about the Baron, he opened the door from the back of the shop, carrying his bagpipes.

“It’s been a while since I heard your bagpipes.”

“It’s been so long, I’m not sure if I can play properly.”

“Don’t worry, darling. Your playing always makes me happy.”

Sir Dominic couldn’t understand the situation.

Why on earth would bagpipes be needed to make clothes?

Finally, unable to contain his curiosity, Sir Dominic asked the Baron.

“What are those bagpipes used for?”

At Sir Dominic’s question, the Baron stared at him intently as if puzzled, then realized that Sir Dominic was a novice who had never properly purchased a set of clothes before.

“Oh my. I can understand your curiosity.”

The Baron exhaled the breath he had deeply inhaled to practice the bagpipes and said:

“Making clothes is fine, but you might not know that to sell clothes, you need sound and effects.”

The Baron’s explanation continued.

It was actually something most merchants nowadays didn’t care about, but when selling items formally, appropriate effects were absolutely necessary.

After the Executive branch announced that they would recognize simplified procedures, most just uttered dedicated phrases or showed simple results, but the Baron, who valued tradition, still adhered to the old-era regulations.

“Besides, putting in this much effort makes people value it more. I cannot accept people buying things just because they’re for sale.”

“Please understand. We’ve been badly burned by unruly customers many times in the past.”

The Baroness now brought out a very large scale.

On one side was an undressed mannequin, and on the other was an empty cauldron.

“Now, pour in as many Gacha Stones as needed, and we’ll make clothes worthy of them. Since this is your first purchase and you’re a customer I’ve been keeping an eye on, there’s a 20% discount from this catalog.”

The Baroness showed him the catalog.

590 Gacha Stones = Minimum Rare or higher.

890 Gacha Stones = Minimum Unique or higher.

1380 Gacha Stones = Minimum Epic or higher.

Looking at these prices, Sir Dominic thought about the price lists he had seen in other shops.

The lowest price for Epic grade was 1880 Gacha Stones.

“Other shops were charging 1880 Gacha Stones, what’s that about?”

Sir Dominic immediately voiced his question to resolve his doubt.

“Those are bait products.”

The Baron suddenly burst out in anger.

“It’s a vile business tactic to mix in terrible items and sell as many as possible. Generally, such places base their prices on 10-pull draws. And they deliberately price the best clothes at more than double, making people think it’s more advantageous to get them through gacha than buying directly.”

The Baron began tuning his bagpipes.

It seemed he was trying to calm his emotions with the bagpipes as his anger had not subsided.

“Considering the original cost, we charge quite a bit too, but we only add enough to cover rent and living expenses.”

“Calm down, darling. You were diagnosed with high blood pressure recently. Anger is bad for your blood pressure.”

At the Baroness’s desperate plea, the Baron was finally able to calm his anger.

“To calm down a bit more, could you play ‘The Devoted Husband of Scotry’? Please?”

“Ah! That’s the piece I play best.”

The Baron took a deep breath and began playing the bagpipes.

A gentle yet affectionate melody filled the shop.

“Now I should prepare too. Please put your Gacha Stones in here. Don’t worry, any excess beyond the standard amount will be automatically returned.”

Sir Dominic placed 1280 Gacha Stones into the cauldron with the beautiful melody as background.

Then, a soft light began to emanate from the cauldron.

The light, initially just white, changed to bronze, then silver, and finally to a subtle gold.

“Now I should prepare too.”

The Baroness took a deep breath as she gazed at the subtle light.

“Shalagadula menchika bula-“

Suddenly, something like butterfly wings sprouted from the Baroness’s back.

In her hand, she held a branch with a star at the end, which was now sprinkling sparkling powder into the cauldron.

After twirling the wand over the cauldron for quite some time while continuously sprinkling powder, the Baroness suddenly widened her eyes and swung the wand greatly toward the cauldron.

“Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!”

An incredible light began to leak from the cauldron.

The light was so brilliant that Sir Dominic tightly closed his one remaining eye.

When the light finally subsided, the cauldron was empty again, and a garment was draped over the mannequin on the opposite side of the scale.

“As expected, your skills haven’t diminished, my dear.”

“Despite appearances, I was called the godmother by princesses. I’m glad my skills haven’t died yet.”

A splendid knight’s formal attire, finished with gold thread.