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    “Oh my, you’re so pretty.”

    “Wow… Ha, Harang, you’re so pretty now… .”

    I avoided eye contact with the two strangers’ compliments and looked into the mirror.

    …is it pretty?

    As I was just smoothing out the wrinkles on my dress, feeling awkward because it wasn’t something I usually wear, the store manager spoke to me.

    “Little girl, you’ll be prettier on the day, right?”

    Hmm… Praising me like that won’t make me feel any better.

    It’s subtle, like I’m being too servile.

    “Ugh… .”

    I don’t think I’ll be able to swing my sword properly wearing something like this.

    “Listen.”

    “… Yeah.”

    The store manager’s explanation continued as follows:

    The clothes I’m wearing now aren’t custom-made, so they don’t fit well.

    On the day, I will be wearing light makeup and a corset.

    That she could charm men as she pleased.

    “…”

    I kept my mouth shut because it was difficult to answer.

    Just putting on a dress consumes a lot of mental energy, so what else can you do here?

    No, why the makeup and the corset?

    And even if I heard that it was possible to charm a man,

    My impressions are still somewhat subtle.

    “…”

    … isn’t it?

    If you think about it, Anonymous saw this and had the same thought… .

    “Um.”

    Well, it wasn’t that bad.

    At least I can tolerate this inconvenience, that’s what I’m saying.

    “Huh.”

    I felt the corners of my mouth twitch upwards as I imagined the reaction.

    “Harang is also a woman… .”

    “What are you talking about?”

    He glanced at Belle, who was talking nonsense, and sighed deeply.

    “ha… .”

    As I grow older… I wonder what I’m doing, but somehow Belle’s words have taken the steam out of me.

    “Don’t just stay still, help me take it off.”

    “No.”

    Putting on and taking off clothes was so complicated that I couldn’t do it alone.

    I was stretching my arms out and making a fuss,

    Belle opened her mouth in a questioning voice, pulling at her clothes.

    “Oh, by the way, Harang.”

    “Huh? Why are you like that?”

    “Does Anonymous have a suit?”

    I don’t know why you ask questions when I’m naked.

    However, it wasn’t like I couldn’t answer, so I tried to answer comfortably.

    “None-”

    “Huh?!”

    If only the guy hadn’t zipped my back.

    “Ouch! It hurts!”

    “Sorry, I’m sorry…!”

    She touched her reddened back and stuck out her lips pouting.

    … Where is this kid’s mind!

    I turned my head to look at Bell to protest something,

    Belle looked at me with a rather bewildered expression.

    “Mu, anonymous, you should get a suit tailored to you too…!”

    “… Really?”

    He tilted his head and rubbed his chin slightly, thinking.

    Definitely come to the banquet with me,

    If you go in your usual clothes, it might look a little strange.

    “Pa, we’re partners, so we have to follow the dress code!”

    “Um… .”

    I don’t know what the dress code is, but

    Looking at Belle’s expression, it seems certain that that is true.

    The store manager who happened to be next to me also had a surprised expression on his face.

    “Oh my, you had a partner?”

    “… What.”

    It would be more correct to say a priest-disciple relationship rather than a partner relationship, but no correction was made.

    The store manager continued speaking, tapping my shoulder.

    “Then bring that guy along! I’ll make him the star of the party!”

    “… Yeah.”

    I nodded my head with a trembling expression at the sight of the store manager with shining eyes.

    He said he would do it, so there is no reason to refuse.

    Judging from the way you chose my clothes, I can tell you have some taste.

    “…”

    More than anything, I wanted to see the anonymous suit.

    “Ha, Harang-nim, your face is red…! Where does it hurt…?”

    “… No.”

    * * *

    Dress code…? After deciding on a time.

    Bell also said he was tired.

    “Goodbye.”

    “Nue… See you next time.”

    I also have nothing else to do outside of this,

    I headed straight back to the dorm where I was staying.

    “… Master, are you here?”

    So when I got to the room and opened the door,

    My eyes met with the blank name that had been waiting for me for some time.

    “Yeah… Okay.”

    I nodded my head in horror at the somewhat scary atmosphere and tried to quickly pass by.

    Anonymous grabbed his shoulder and held it.

    “I think you’re later than I thought.”

    Sweating profusely,

    He answered, forcibly raising the corners of his lips.

    “That, is that so?”

    “Yes, Master.”

    The answer came right back, as if telling me not to think about saying anything else.

    “Um… .”

    I also had some parts that were hurtful, so I couldn’t make any excuses.

    I clearly said that I would be out for a while, but in reality, I was out for over three hours.

    … I did something wrong.

    I should have honestly said that I would rather meet someone than go for a walk.

    He lowered his head and opened his mouth as if muttering.

    “… Sorry I’m late.”

    “No, I think I said it too strongly.”

    I’m sorry, I felt sad seeing the anonymous person who added so little.

    “Anonymous… !”

    When on earth did you get so big, and know how to forgive so generously?

    Just as I was about to jump into the arms of the nameless man to praise him for his uniqueness.

    “Ugh.”

    I raised my hand to my forehead, where the nameless man was rushing at me, and stopped him.

    “But, Master.”

    The voice coming from the nameless mouth was lower than ever.

    The temperature is so cold that you might mistake it for winter.

    But paradoxically, as if I was burning hot, I broke out in a cold sweat.

    …Why is this happening? Did I do something wrong again?

    The anonymous man put his face near the nape of my neck and took a deep breath.

    “Ugh! What are you doing!”

    He shivered and pushed away the nameless head.

    I guess it’s okay to bury your face in my neck, but… it’s so ticklish.

    “As expected… .”

    Anonymous, looking at me with his head tilted away,

    At first glance, you can tell that he is dissatisfied with something, as his brows are furrowed.

    “Who on earth have you been meeting?”

    “Ah… .”

    Could it be that I’m smelling that strange smell again?

    I had forgotten that Anonymous has a good sense of smell.

    … If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have lied.

    But it is not something that can be easily overlooked since everything is already involved.

    Besides, if you think about it, in order to fit a nameless person’s suit, you ultimately need to know.

    He let out a deep sigh and grabbed the nameless man’s hands.

    “Met Arnold and Bell.”

    “Is that so?”

    Anonymous opened his mouth slightly as if he was surprised.

    You may be surprised that I’m telling you the truth right away.

    “And I met the owner of the clothing store.”

    “A clothing store…you mean?”

    Moo-myeong tilted his head at the clothing store that appeared out of nowhere.

    He chuckled at the sight, and then continued.

    “Yeah, you should visit, too, because you need to get a new set of clothes.”

    “…”

    “Huh?”

    I tilted my head at the nameless figure who seemed to be showing some signs of displeasure.

    “I’m buying new clothes, don’t you like it?”

    After biting his lips for a moment, Moo-myeong opened his mouth slightly.

    “… I like the clothes that the teacher made better.”

    “Huh… ?”

    My eyes widened at the unexpected answer.

    The clothes I made are probably the clothes we are wearing now… .

    What does fitting a new outfit have to do with going to a clothing store?

    no way…?

    He continued speaking, raising his hand to cover his mouth to hide the corners of his lips.

    “What are you thinking, this is just one outfit to wear when going to the banquet hall.”

    His eyes were wide, and he had a mocking expression on his face.

    “Were the clothes I made so good that you were disgusted by them?”

    “…”

    He chuckled and patted the nameless man on the back.

    “Ugh, I can’t help it! I’ll have to make clothes for our nameless for the rest of my life.”

    How long has it been since I’ve made fun of anonymity!

    I was in an excited mood and was circling around the anonymous person, chatting away.

    The nameless man nodded slightly with a bright red face.

    “… Yes, I will ask you for the rest of my life.”

    Suddenly, the movement stopped.

    “… What.”

    My face turned bright red as I turned towards the nameless person, making a squeaking sound.

    The reason it turned red is… because I’m angry.

    maybe.

    Just think about it, what child would cling to his mother until he grows old and dies?

    One day, I will have to become independent, so Myeong declared that he will become a rice worm now.

    But it wasn’t all that bad, so he turned his head slightly and muttered.

    “Hmm, I’m glad it was worth making.”

    “… Yes.”

    There was silence in the room for a while.

    * * *

    Time passes quickly, and it is the day of the banquet.

    We arrived at the palace in a magnificent carriage that had come to welcome the teacher.

    After arriving, I was so busy that I wondered if I had ever been this busy before.

    ‘…inconvenient.’

    Myeong let out a deep sigh, smoothing down the white suit he was wearing and his neatly arranged hair.

    ‘… When on earth are you coming?’

    It was already half an hour since the teacher left, saying he would prepare briefly and come back.

    The teacher who said he would return soon is nowhere to be seen.

    Only some girls in dresses were hovering around me.

    “Tsk, I really hate noisy places.”

    The nameless man just sighed the whole time, saying things that his teacher would say.

    However, this anonymous appearance seemed cool to the eyes of the young ladies at this time.

    Even though he was just standing still, people started to gather around Muyeong.

    ‘I guess I have to leave.’

    I’m sure the teacher would be upset if he saw this,

    Nameless moved to a corner of the banquet hall to avoid the gazes of the young ladies who were interested in him.

    Then suddenly,

    Anonymous felt that the atmosphere of the banquet hall had changed.

    ‘What’s going on?’

    Not only the men, but also the women dressed in fancy clothes were looking at one place and exclaiming in admiration.

    Myeong-i moved there to relieve his boredom a little.

    “Ah.”

    We met within a short time.

    “Umm… Where did you go for a moment?”

    A teacher who is desperately waiting for someone.

    Myeong-un forgot to go see his teacher and opened his mouth like the other men around him.

    The sight of the Master, which I saw after half an hour, was truly radiant and beautiful.

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