Hilda spoke.
"Let's go with this one!"
"I made it two years ago. Sylphie has a very delicate figure, so it might be a little big, but the capital has been trending towards a slightly more relaxed style recently, so it should be just right."
Hearing this, Sylphie's eyes widened and she immediately shook her head at high speed!! With all the flair of Alan's Sword God Style!!
"M-m-m-m-m-my lady! Alan and the others are still outside! This won't do!"
Before she could finish her frantic words, Sylphie turned to flee, only to run headfirst into a nearby wall.
She staggered on the spot, groaning in pain as she covered her forehead. After a dazed moment, she peeked up at Hilda, a blush rising on her cheeks.
Hilda shook her head and laughed helplessly.
Her hand moved from the evening gown to the moon-white dress with the sash beside it.
"Then how about this one? I made this for Eris three years ago, but when I called her to see it, she wouldn't even step inside the room… that child… Hehe, the size should be perfect for you now. You like this color, don't you?"
Sylphie blinked, her gaze fixed on the moon-white dress.
"…I… I like this one… but wouldn't it be too presumptuous… to wear something you made…"
"But it's never been worn before. Will you be the first, Sylphie? To wear it, so it's no longer sealed away in a dark closet, and let it see…"
"The sun."
A smile bloomed at the corners of Hilda's eyes.
Hearing this, Sylphie froze.
In that moment, Hilda had already taken the dress and was holding it up against Sylphie.
"It suits you perfectly."
Then she looked at Sylphie's face expectantly.
After a moment of hesitation, Sylphie cautiously reached out and took the dress.
They were silent for a moment, looking into each other's eyes.
Hilda blinked.
"Are you shy about changing in front of me because we haven't known each other for long?"
Without waiting for a reply, she turned and left the room.
"I'll wait for you outside."
"Okay…"
Once the door closed, Sylphie glanced again at the very 'bold' evening gown in the closet and shrank back.
The color is one I like…
But it's a little too…
With that thought, she looked down at the moon-white dress in her hands, a hint of joy in her eyes.
She turned.
Beside her was a massive floor-length mirror.
In the mirror, the white-haired, red-eyed girl's white dress was soaked through, clinging to her body. Her shoulders and back looked a bit slender, and her collarbones extended from her neck to her shoulders, creating a gentle ridge.
Her developing waist-to-hip ratio was soft and lovely, exuding a youthful innocence.
Unlike her slender arms and calves—
Her thighs already had a bit of flesh on them, having inherited the most attractive leg and hip lines of the Long-Eared race. The white garter straps were pressed against her skin, which was slightly red from being worn for a long time, leaving two faint parallel red marks.
"Phew…"
Sylphie reached down and touched her garter socks, relieved to find they weren't wet. The garter socks had been a special gift from Lilia, who said they suited her well. They were apparently from her own maid uniform, but the size was clearly too small for Lilia to wear. She had no idea why Lilia had bought them… She had tried them on once, felt they didn't suit her, and was about to return them to Lilia, but Alan had 'accidentally' walked in and praised them endlessly.
So, she ended up keeping them.
She only had two pairs. So she usually didn't wear them when it rained, but the weather was so nice today, she had decided to wear them.
Sylphie stared at the mirror for a long time, then let out a breath. She crossed her hands in front of her, grabbed the hem of her soaked dress on both sides…
And slowly lifted it.
Sunlight streamed into the room from the window.
The translucent hem of her dress flowed upwards from her legs.
Her skin was very pale.
Compared to the stark white of the wet dress, it looked even more pink and translucent.
And far more delicate and soft.
With a soft sound, Sylphie took off the waterlogged dress and draped it over the back of a nearby chair.
She stepped forward, her toes, clad in white socks, sinking into the soft carpet.
Then she lifted her foot again.
One step.
Two steps.
With a faint creak from the carpet, she arrived at the wardrobe.
She reached out to touch the moon-white dress with the sash. The feel was different from her own dress. The fabric felt firm, yet was incredibly soft. This was the feedback from high-thread-count fabric combined with excellent material.
Sylphie picked up the dress, but as she was about to take it, her gaze drifted back to the evening gown deeper inside the wardrobe, then quickly looked away.
But her hand froze.
She moved her gaze back again.
Her reddish-brown eyes widened, as if she had seen something shocking.
A moment later, Sylphie slowly reached out.
She opened the other half of the wardrobe door.
What met her eyes was…
Rows of exquisitely made clothes, densely packed on the other side of the wardrobe.
They were men's clothes.
From children's styles to adult's, they covered a wide range of ages, a complete collection.
There was a sturdy hunting jacket; a long robe decorated with fur; a sharp, black formal suit.
A pure white shirt; a soft half-sleeve made of fine material; smooth, long trousers.
The stitching became finer and finer.
The materials became more and more exquisite.
At this moment, looking at these clothes, Sylphie felt as if she were seeing the 'traces of time.'
It flowed through every stitch.
It bore witness to how Hilda had acquired such outstanding skills.
And why, even after becoming the lady of the Boreas household, she had kept needlework as a hobby.
It also bore witness to her…
Year after year of hopeless expectation.
Because…
The clothes were all brand new.
They had never been worn.
Sylphie's fingers trembled. She wanted to touch the clothes, but in the end, she pulled her hand back.
The thought of 'understanding' flooded her mind.
Why did Hilda also invite Alan?
Because.
She also wanted Alan, who looked so similar to her own child, to 'help try on' these clothes.
These…
Accumulated over countless nights for more than a decade.
Yet never worn…
'Expectations.'
Hilda stood outside the door, her gaze fixed on the treetops outside the window.
She often stood like this when she was alone in her room. Sometimes, new maids would say with a blush, "My lady's gaze seems so distant, yet it feels so kind."
Hilda would just smile gently and offer no explanation.
At this moment, if one looked closely into her eyes, they would understand where that evaluation of "so distant" came from.
Because her gaze was not focused on the treetops.
The leaves rustled in the wind, the sound drifting into the room through the window. Hilda's gaze didn't waver in the slightest.
She was looking at a place very far away.
The tree was on the west side of the window, blocking only half of the sunlight.
To the west of the Fitoa region.
A great distance away.
Was the royal capital of Asura.
And this tree…
She had planted it eleven years ago.
She…
had watched it grow.
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