One month’s time, neither too long nor too short.
During the day, wandering around with pets, having tea and chatting with people, or curling up in the inn reading precious books obtained from Edith, recording various mysteries and wild histories from around the world.
In the evening, going to a certain queen’s place to enjoy some food and drinks, comfortably taking a hot bath, listening to her complaints about government affairs, or various secrets that only the highest echelons of the country would know, it was quite relaxing and enjoyable.
So, the priestess’s month of idleness and slacking off quickly passed.
Tomorrow is the official departure day for the expedition, and Violet is at Lilya’s place, making final preparations.
Speaking of preparations, Violet doesn’t have much to prepare. Whatever she needs to bring, she just throws it directly into the inventory.
Although spatial storage technology in this world has developed quite well, it seems to only delay the decay of food or beverages to a certain extent. If left for too long, they will still go bad.
However, Violet’s player backpack, which she brought from the game, is different. Although it can’t hold living things, anything thrown in will inevitably come out in its original state. It seems that time in the inventory is frozen.
Although the principle is unclear, it is undoubtedly very convenient.
Having stayed in the Courage City for over a month, Violet has already stocked up on a large amount of various supplies that might be needed during the journey. Mainly maps, delicious sweets, various finished food and beverages, local specialties, and various card games and toys to pass the time.
Counting the two winged sisters, Violet’s travel party now consists of four people, satisfying the minimum number requirement for most standard games.
By the way, Leila and Rene lost their weapons on the day the floating island broke. They have been unarmed all this time, which is why they were killed during the escape.
Since they are following the priestess, they cannot afford to be underestimated. Violet provided them with ample funds, allowing the sisters to order the equipment they needed. As for the main weapon, there was already a ready-made purple one left by Ben in the 【Ring of the Demon God’s Protection】.
The equipment grade on Violet from the Illusory World is too high, and considering some factors, she temporarily does not plan to directly let the sisters use it.
In short, everything that can be bought has been bought. With the financial support from a certain enthusiastic prince, money is not an issue.
If there’s anything that hasn’t been prepared, it’s probably clothing.
Before crossing, Violet had very low requirements for clothes, having two or three sets to rotate was enough. Now, with the 【Feather Robe Graria】, a convenient artifact that stays clean no matter how long it’s worn, she naturally pays little attention to that aspect.
But...
“No! I must choose a few sets. When a girl is away from home, how can she not have a few beautiful clothes with her!”
In the luxurious dressing room exclusive to the queen, the new ruler of the country, Miss Lilya Melchior, stood with her hands on her hips, glaring angrily at the innocent black-haired girl in front of her.
Behind her, more than a dozen young and beautiful maids held various long dresses, each silent and not daring to make a sound in the face of the wrathful Queen.
“So, didn’t I say... it’s meaningless. Wearing these things doesn’t increase defense or provide attributes. Fancy clothes are easily soiled. What’s the point... Alright, alright, alright, I get it. If I understand, isn’t that enough? I get it, can we move on? Don’t lecture me again...”
The priestess, who originally intended to continue refusing, saw that the blue-haired girl was about to start another lengthy lecture and reluctantly gave in. Fine, let’s try it. After all, it won’t cost a piece of flesh.
Worst case, she can change back once they’re out. It’s not like Lilya can chase after her from the Courage City every day and force her to wear a dress, right?
Seeing the nod from the black-haired girl, the Queen immediately changed to a cheerful and smiling expression, the speed of her transformation leaving people speechless.
“Mm-hmm! That’s right! Now, Violet, take a look. Which style do you like? These were all specially tailored by renowned craftsmen in the country, according to your measurements!”
“Measurements? Wait a minute... Is there something not quite right? Never mind...”
Trying to ignore some information implied in the Queen’s words, Violet turned her gaze to the maids holding the colorful dresses.
Having been in this world for several months, Violet had gained quite an understanding of the local, at least the majority of the Human United Kingdom’s culture and situation.
Looking at the fabrics of these dresses, they were indeed woven with quite precious materials, and the craftsmanship was excellent. They seemed seamlessly integrated, with almost no traces of weaving, very beautiful.
Even the dresses that Lilya often wore were not all crafted to this level of skill.
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But...
It’s a bit of a headache, just thinking about wearing dresses...
The 【Feather Robe Graria】 is a unisex one-piece robe, suitable for both men and women. So even though Violet was already accustomed to wearing shirts and trousers in the past, she wouldn’t feel out of place.
Although Violet had been living as a girl for almost half a year and had little discomfort, it seemed like wearing a little dress meant complete surrender...
Oh well, there’s nothing to fuss over. It’s just clothing, and she’ll adapt to the new life sooner or later, right?
After a quick look, Violet randomly selected a relatively simple, neutral white one-piece dress from the dazzling array of dresses.
“This one will do.”
“Eh... this one, while not bad, isn’t it a bit too similar to Violet’s usual style?”
The Queen stared at the white dress for a moment and then tentatively pointed to a complex Lolita-style black one-piece dress next to it, with intricate patterns and a three-tiered skirt.
“How about this one? It’s my personal favorite. Paired with Violet’s relatively petite and delicate figure and her black hair, it gives off a mysterious and princess-like beauty, especially in the dark night.”
“No, please allow me to refuse.”
The priestess crossed her hands and unhesitatingly struck a “no” pose.
What a joke! This set is almost identical to the one worn by that vampire princess named Lucine Constantius, not to mention entirely the same, at least six or seven points similar. It might be cute on Lucine, but you should know that she’s a legal loli.
And what’s with the “relatively petite and delicate figure”? What does that even mean?
Violet has no interest in cosplaying as a vampire loli.
The Queen, whose sales pitch failed, visibly looked disappointed.
But this only lasted for a few short seconds.
“Okay, okay, since Violet doesn’t like it, there’s nothing I can do. Are there any others you like?”
“Well... I’ve picked a few, so let’s go with this one, that one, and that one.”
Choosing several sets that seemed more convenient to wear and had lighter tones, Lilya instructed the maids to bring them all and let the priestess try them on one by one.
Rejecting the dressing service offered by the maids and a certain unserious queen, Violet lifted the curtain of the separate fitting room and entered alone.
Locking the door, the black-haired girl looked at the white dress in her hands, which had a youthful and lively vibe, and sighed softly.
“Ah... let’s get this over with as soon as possible.”