Chapter 36: The Martial Arts Tournament (2)
“Gotberg, don’t you have a new coat?”
As we stepped out of the colosseum, Asella, catching sight of something else displeasing, started picking a fight again in her usual cutting tone.
“My coat? Why?”
“It’s all wrinkled. His Majesty is attending—your attire should at least look decent.”
“I can’t help it. I’m on duty most of the day.”
“So what, should I go around without a dress at night?”
Well, Asella was always impeccably composed, without so much as a thread out of place.
“But Your Highness has attendants.”
“Mmm... True. Lucie.”
Even without her giving explicit orders, Lucie had already set the maids into motion. They began tidying up my appearance with impressive efficiency.
Within moments, my coat looked freshly pressed and stiffened. Did they have some kind of artifact for ironing? Convenient.
“Thank you, Head Maid.”