Chapter 222: Tutelary Dinner - Part 1
The next Firesday came with undue speed as Kir finished sorting out his move, sneaking a date with Kordia, and checking in to make sure Sam was settling in.
Thankfully on the final front, Enumasam had readily accepted Sam as a new apprentice - though as Sam put it "He wanted... his knives back...". It sounded like there was a story there, but if Sam didn’t want to share, he wouldn’t press them.
And so, Firesday came with all the weight of the dreaded dinner.
After one unfortunate incident during the week, he came to discover that Mimzy eventually "forgot" clothes she’d eaten that didn’t have magical properties, while being able to better remember, replicate, and even modify clothes that had even a slight amount of magic. As a result, his budget for clothes had gone up but fortunately his professorial robes had been lightly enchanted for stain resistance and durability.
The more formal clothes he’d acquired were a set of black pants in the wolfkin style - more like shorts with long panels that hid the pockets and fell to about his knees. The panels were decorated with thread-of-gold scenes of a rippling pond under moonlight, with alternating crescents on both for Heaven and Hell. The second piece was a jacket styled to match, which was double-breasted and featured a wide form of choker collar. The gold thread on black was a bit militant and gaudy for him, but at least he could have Mimzy form a plain white button-up underneath.
After making sure Mimzy was good and fed, he transformed his clothes into the formals, and then added the professorial robe on top.
All in all, he thought he looked rather dashing... without the robes. With them he just looked suspicious; like a cloaked figure out for a midnight graveyard robbery.
"It’ll be fine," he assured himself as he let Mimzy settle.
"Sure kid. All we have to do is sit around with dozens of highly trained mages and a Queen surrounded by her guard detail and sycophants, pretending to like the wine and feudalism and whatever else the fuckers get up to."
"Once we get things rolling with Moshui, feudalism’s days will be numbered," Kir assured his other half.
"Yep. Then it’s on to speedrunning the revolution. Forgive me if I think you’re being too optimistic, but even with a great equalizer like magic, what I see is people just recreating the same old hierarchy shit I saw on Earth. Don’t be surprised if all they do is put you on top and continue as normal."