Chapter 32: STARTING THE TRAINING
One week later...
Aristia got up in high spirits. It was her first day of training. The Grand Duchess had gotten training clothes made for her after a little persuasion.
That time, she had said to the Grand Duchess, "Mama, could you please get me training clothes? Here is the design." She handed over a sketch of her envisioned training outfit.
"But this... This is men’s clothing," Catherine was caught off guard. How could her daughter wear male clothes?
[No, these aren’t men’s clothes. They’re practical female training pants, thank you very much.] She thought, but didn’t voice it.
"Please, Mama. I need this so I can avoid tripping and falling during training, and so I have the freedom to move. The gowns are too heavy and restrict my movement. What if I fall and injure myself?" She asked coquettishly.
Credits to her, she didn’t cringe.
[I’ve gotten used to acting pitiful and coquettish with them. If this was my world, I wouldn’t know where to hide my face.] She maintained a pitiful look, waiting for Catherine to give in.
Catherine frowned, "I will arrange for the clothes to be made. Did you design this?" She asked, surprise replacing the frown on her face.
She only truly looked at the sketch now, noticing how detailed and fashionable it was, even though it looked like male clothes. It didn’t look bad at all, she thought. She was even looking forward to seeing her daughter in it.
[Of course, I’ll make it fashionable. Who do you think I am?] Aristia thought with a confident look, wanting to flip her hair but stopping as it would be odd.