Sigrid, who turned her eyes to the direction of a surprised voice, was embarrassed.
Standing in that direction was a face Sigrid familiar with. It was Mariesuez, a fellow knight of the same order as her. Her blonde hair was elegantly tied up and she was dressed in an off-duty dress. There was a sarcastic smile on her face that was clearly aimed at Sigrid.
âThe perfect role model of a knight for others, the Sir Ankertna, what are you doing here? Donât tell me youâre here for a shallow womanâs dress⊠But sheâs not someone who buys a shirt thatâs luxurious for herâŠâ
Mariesuezâs sarcasm was painful for Sigrid. However, Sigrid admitted it simply.
âIâm here to buy more clothes. I ordered them a few days ago.â
Etwatz, who quickly came out with a shopping bag, looked at the conversation between the two.
Mariesuez felt ridiculous and raised her voice, âThen, you are now the same and thatâs why you are here, isnât it?â
âYou can think that way.â Sigrid paid the remaining payment.
Seeing Sigridâs response, Marisuez became increasingly angry. As Sigrid was walking out from the boutique after paying her remaining payment, Mariesuez grabbed Sigridâs arm and shouted.
âJust now. What are you saying?!â
âWhat?â
âYou are ridiculous, a very funny person. When I or other ladies wear dresses, decorate our shirts, you act like weâre so shallow, then suddenly you come here, buy a shirt and cancel your words!â
As Sigrid blankly stared at Mariesuez, she shouted again.
âIf itâs like that, your talk about other women being shallow or whatever the words! Apologize right away!â
Sigrid looked at Mariesuezâs fiery navy blue eyes, and was at a loss. However, no. As matter of fact, in her opinion, it was still not right as a knight doing all of these things, and she still stood to that.
âNo, I still donât think that is right as a knight.â
âWhat?â
Mariesuezâs fingernails dug into Sigridâs wrist, and it was starting to hurt.
âBut I donât think itâs a bad idea anymore. So Iâm sorry for that bad evaluation of you.â Sigrid added.
When Mariesuez saw Sigrid bowing politely, she was relieved.
âWhat nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean, as a knight, itâs not right, but not bad?â
At Marisuezâs words, Sigrid began to talk slowly, trying to pour her unorganized thoughts into words.
âI have been thinking that luxurious attire or dresses arenât right as a knight. I still think soâ but these days Iâve been wondering if that is bad. Is it bad to wear clothes that you like? The knighthood says itâs bad, but why is that badâŠâ
âWhat are you sayingâŠ? Really.â Mariesuez shook Sigridâs wrist off.
âSaying nonsense. Itâs annoying.â Mariesuez muttered and ignored Sigrid.
Sigrid bowed to her and left the boutique. The whole conversation caused her to blush.
âWhy is that bad?â
She was surprised by the question that she had come up with. Why did she think it was bad? A knight got a salary. So why was it bad to spend your salary as much as you desire?
Who said that?
Some noblemen had told such a story. The luxury of these men had reached its peak. However, now that she thought about it, those who said that were also wearing colorful clothes. Moreover, whether Mariesuez and other knights really wear luxurious clothing or not, they werenât even like that. They were just spending the money they earned.
It was not right.
With a double denial, Sigrid began to walk faster, hugging her shopping bags tightly. Wearing good clothes was not a bad thing. It was not bad to wear clothes you like. She suddenly realized it was the first time that such an idea strangely gave her joy.
Forgetting that she had an argument with Mariesuez, Sigrid ran home and opened the shopping bag before quickly changing into her new clothes.
The texture of the cloth that touched her skin was completely different.
Standing in front of the mirror with twinkling brass buttons, Sigrid looked at the clothes with admiration. Clothes tailored to her figure made her stand out even more. Pants made of soft leather were also easy to move. There was no need to struggle over not breaking it. She used to get scratched by the inner sewing line in her clothes, but her new clothes didnât even sting her skin.
âItâs prettyâŠ.â
Sigrid looked in the mirror and said the word she never said before for the first time. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She turned around in front of the mirror and twisted her body so she could see it. The neat sewing line showed her figure without distortion and made her slim waist stand out. After touching her smooth clothes several times, Sigrid carefully took off her new clothes and hung them in the closet.