Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Are the tailors in this otherworldly realm monsters?

Malin looked at his reflection in the mirror, his beige pure cotton shirt secured with double rows of copper buttons. An unknown creature's soft yet sturdy belt cinched his straight, wide-leg trousers at the waist. A gray, thickened coat with the right length and a stand-up collar was casually draped over him by a lady, and below, a pair of brand-new leather shoes perfectly complemented their owner.

"Absolutely perfect," the leader among the ladies smiled from behind Malin. She straightened his collar and then handed a beautiful flat cap to him, "This was specially selected for you, Young Master Malin."

"Thank you." Malin placed the hat on his head and took another look at himself in the mirror.

He had not expected himself to look quite handsome.

Flushed with pride, Malin was startled by the sound of the dressing room door opening. He turned and saw Maya, who followed Faye out.

Malin was somewhat breathless—Faye continued her trademark long, straight look, but today she was in a light yellow waistcoat that complemented the white silk shirt underneath, topped with a low V-neck overcoat fastened with two buttons at the midriff. The use of long trousers and small leather boots finally made it clear to Malin—the women in this world had incomparable freedom in their attire; they could wear anything they thought they could pull off and that looked good on them.

And Maya was dressed in a floor-length dress adorned with beautiful accessories and embroidery that dazzled Malin, completed with a beautiful little leather purse featuring a pattern he didn't recognize.

Like Faye, she too was in pretty little leather boots.

"What do you think? Except for the shoes, everything is made on the spot." Faye smiled as she stepped in front of Malin.

"It's very beautiful, and you've made my sister even more beautiful. Those wishing to duel me will probably queue up all the way to the Central Administrative Province," Malin quipped.