"I always thought that no one in Nord's wilderness would understand High Gothic Language," Laine quipped casually. "No problem, you can stay here; it's safe, no one will harm you, and also, just call me Laine."
"Thank you! Laine, I mean... Laine." Amelia was very happy, this was clearly what she wanted.
Under the girl's nimble fingers, Laine's disguise was completed.
"How long can it last?" Laine looked at himself in the mirror. He was very satisfied because this look was very similar to that unforgettable figure in his memory.
"Within a day, as long as it's not burned by flames or splashed with corrosive acid, there shouldn't be any issues," Amelia said softly.
"Great!" Laine put on a black tailcoat, then flamboyantly inserted a rose into his chest pocket. "All set, ready to go."
Laine initially wanted to approach Veronica, but the witch disdainfully refused him: "Don't come near me with that face."
"Alright, I'm leaving then."
