Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 237

The Three Kings’ Disciple (238)

237

“How could you even think of going to a party in such dreadful clothes!”

At Pille’s words, Irohan scratched his cheek silently.

“Is it strange?”

What he was wearing.

“You’d be better off just wearing a T-shirt and jeans. What’s with that shirt with the bizarre pattern, and those strangely fitting pants?”

“…….”

Irohan closed his mouth.

‘Clothes, huh.’

He had put some thought into his party attire, considering it was a party.

‘I’ve never even been to a party before.’

Back when Irohan was a player.

-Is that what you call clothes?

Come to think of it, he seemed to have heard those words quite often back then.

But Irohan couldn’t understand it.

He was a player.

-You never know when you’ll have to go hunting.

He wore leather armor and pursued comfortable clothing so he could easily throw on armor at any time.

Also, as a player, every penny he saved on equipment was precious, so he didn’t have time to worry about clothes he wouldn’t wear often.

He always had to live in the gate and hunt.

That was the way of a player on the verge of becoming a high-ranker.

And after returning.

-……Blood Demon.

Kang Eunha.

-Are you going out like that?

She was always so fussy.

-This! This! Wear this!

Changing into the clothes she had bought for him, the clothes she had prepared, was all Irohan remembered about clothes.

“You seemed to dress decently enough in Asia, but your fashion sense is definitely terrible.”

Pille said, shaking her head.

“Are clothes that important?”

At Irohan’s question.

“Of course! It’s a party!”

Pille said, as if dumbfounded.

A party.

In fact, it was perhaps a natural thing.

Irohan had never experienced going to a party in his life.

And it wasn’t like he had experienced a party either.

Parties were part of Ainhart’s culture.

Even though Eun, who ruled Asia, held festivals or banquets, their attire and forms were different.

“Where did you even come up with those clothes?”

If asked that.

“……Drama.”

Back when he was a player, it was the only hobby he had enjoyed.

When the word ‘party’ came up, he just thought of the clothes the main characters wore.

“Sigh. Parties are important ceremonies.”

Pille says.

“In Ainhart, parties are a place for socializing, but at the same time, they can be considered a battlefield. Do you want to stand out?”

Stand out.

“No.”

He shouldn’t.

The goal of this party was.

-The Crimson Duke.

It was to target the Crimson Duke, one of the two rulers of France and one of the five dukes of Ainhart.

It was better to avoid attention as much as possible.

“You’ll draw everyone’s attention because you look ridiculous. So….”

Pille says, turning her gaze.

“I’d like to give this as a gift.”

There, tailors and employees who had been waiting were standing respectfully.

“The best! Please make it the best. I can trust your skills, right?”

“How could we not do our best when it’s your request?”

The tailor replied, looking visibly nervous.

And that was understandable.

“It is an honor to serve Sir Erdomo, the leader of the Batella Knights, and his guest. We will pour our heart and soul into creating the best.”

“I’m counting on you.”

Pille said with a smile.

“May I, dare I, touch you?”

The tailor, who had brought a measuring tape, said to Irohan.

Swoosh.

The tailor shrank back even more at the languid and cold gaze.

“You can do as you please.”

As Pille’s permission was given.

Swish!

The tailor began to move as if he had been waiting for it.

“Here, is some tea.”

“Thank you.”

Pille said, sitting on the sofa with a smile.

‘This is good.’

In fact, Pille wanted to do something for Irohan.

She was the leader of the Batella Knights, a position that was by no means inferior in Ainhart.

How much had she longed for the day she would meet him, thinking of Irohan in the past?

And then.

-I am Pille Ardomo, the leader of the Batella Knights.

She had dreamed of the day she would give such a grand introduction.

But the reality was.

-Was it you?

It was completely different from Pille’s dream.

The Irohan she had dreamed of was.

-Blood Demon!

A human who was more amazing than she had thought, and who held a higher position than her.

If it was just his position.

-I am… the leader of the Batella Knights… Pille….

She could have boasted about her martial prowess.

-What?

Irohan was not only high in position, but his martial prowess was also beyond Pille’s reach.

In fact, position or martial prowess wasn’t important, but.

Clench!

Wasn’t it human nature to want to boast about something?

But Irohan, whom she had met again in France.

Pille couldn’t do anything for him then either.

She had to hide her identity and move carefully.

But now.

“Manager.”

Now, with Irohan’s help, she had regained her identity and could reveal who she was.

Then, she had no choice but to appeal to him as much as possible.

‘He doesn’t know much about Ainhart either.’

That’s why.

“Please do your best. If you do, the knights of the Batella Knights will also get their clothes made here.”

She was going to give him the full Ainhart course.

“R-really?”

The manager said, his eyes wide open.

The Seven Great Knight Orders of the Church.

Having made the clothes for Batella, one of them, was a greater promotional effect than anything else.

Numerous nobles would visit this place, and so would wealthy commoners.

Players would go crazy trying to get their clothes made here.

Of course, they had enough money.

‘Honor.’

For this old tailor shop, having the Seven Great Knight Orders of the Church make their clothes here was a great honor.

“Of course. So, do your best! The best! You understand?”

“Y-yes, I will keep that in mind!”

The manager quickly ran into the room where Irohan and the tailor had disappeared.

Pille nodded with satisfaction as she heard the sound of them talking.

“Next is….”

A meal at a famous restaurant.

And then.

“I wonder if he’d like the Eiffel Tower? I don’t really like it though.”

The full Ainhart course.

“Should I visit a noble? No… he lived in Petus Castle for a long time. Hmm….”

A temple?

Pille, as if lost in happy thoughts, kept flipping through her smartphone with a smile on her face.

Swish!

The curtain opens.

Originally, custom-made suits weren’t made this quickly in the past, but now it was the age of players, knights, and magic.

If they were combined, a great suit could be made in an instant.

“It’s finished.”

The tailor comes out first and answers politely.

Seeing that his shirt was soaked, it was clear that he had really done his best.

He, who hadn’t even wiped his sweat properly, slowly stepped aside.

And what appeared was.

“…….”

It was Irohan.

“It’s not as uncomfortable as I thought.”

Irohan says, looking at his clothes.

“…….”

“It’s not bad to move around, can I swing my sword?”

“Hoo! Of course. On the outside….”

A long explanation.

Whoosh!

Irohan swings his greatsword in front of them.

Not only that, but he also throws a punch and moves his feet.

“Wow….”

At the sight, the tailor and the manager were so surprised that they couldn’t close their mouths.

They had seen many knights, but they had never seen such movements.

Irohan, satisfied, approached Pille and said.

“Even to my eyes, it looks pretty neat. Not bad.”

His evaluation.

“N-not bad, you say?”

Pille finally opened her mouth.

This wasn’t just not bad.

“I shouldn’t stand out….”

It was the best.

* * *

“…….”

Pille stared blankly at Irohan.

-It has a clean magic on it, so it is cleaned periodically. So, you can wear it as everyday clothes if you want.

-Also, the magic of heating and cooling….

-Also….

Long explanations.

Since it was a place that dealt with many knights, the explanations were easy to understand without difficult terms.

Just stories about how the functions were and how the elasticity was.

None of it went into her ears.

Only one thing.

-I did my best.

Yes, that best.

A knight who wields a sword must be good at wielding a sword.

A mage who uses magic must be good at using magic.

It wasn’t important how skilled a knight was or how well they rode a horse, and it wasn’t important how well a mage used their body or how much money they had.

And the tailor.

-I did my best.

Yes, he had to make clothes well.

‘I have to tell Cainrich about this.’

That tailor did the basics the best.

“What are you thinking so hard about?”

At Irohan’s words, Pille slowly opened her mouth and said.

“I’m just looking.”

“Looking?”

Only then did Pille shake her head in surprise.

She had been staring at Irohan as if she was out of her mind.

‘I’m crazy.’

She had never seen anyone look so good in clothes.

The feeling of being drawn in just by looking, how could clothes suit that languid face so well?

Pille’s face was red.

“N-next is….”

Pille said hastily.

Right now, Pille and Irohan had left the tailor shop, had a meal at a restaurant, and were heading to a cafe.

And.

“……Let’s go to the cafe.”

Pille was on the verge of tears.

“Was it not good?”

She wasn’t talking about the clothes.

The restaurant.

It was said to be famous when she searched for it, and that nobles of the empire and high-ranking priests of the church frequented it, but it was not as good as she thought.

In fact, Pille had boasted that she would give Irohan the full Ainhart course, but.

‘I’ve never done anything like this before.’

She had never done anything like this either.

Always missions.

Or training.

Or parties she had no choice but to attend.

“Here… the egg tarts and….”

She tried her best, but things just kept going wrong.

She was constantly worried that she wasn’t properly escorting Irohan, who seemed to shine even more today.

She even thought that it would be better to swing a sword ten thousand times or run hundreds of kilometers without rest.

“Let’s walk a bit.”

“Yes?”

“It seems like it’s too much. Let’s not try so hard and just walk.”

Pille lowered her head.

“Was it obvious?”

“It couldn’t not be.”

Irohan wasn’t a fool.

Even though he lacked a sense of fashion, he was the leader of a guild in the past and also had a girlfriend.

He just didn’t pay attention, it wasn’t that he didn’t have it.

“It wasn’t bad.”

“……!”

“Buying clothes, and having a meal like that with someone.”

“…….”

Pille looks at Irohan.

“So, don’t push yourself too hard. Let’s walk.”

Irohan walks away.

Pille, who was looking at his back, stood there blankly.

There was something Cainrich had said in the past.

-Do you hear the bell ringing?

A story about whether she could hear the bell ringing.

-You must never let that person go. And….

Timing.

A once-in-a-lifetime timing that she must not miss.

Mouth to mouth….

Whoosh!

Her face flushed red.

Pille quickly moved to follow Irohan.

Just as she was about to reach out and grab Irohan’s collar.

“…….”

Pille could see Irohan’s languid and slender eyes.

The atmosphere was different.

“Wait. Let’s move separately.”

Irohan said.