Edward had only just finished breakfast when Emilia arrived.
Correction, stormed in.
Behind her trailed three tailors, two servants balancing armfuls of fabrics, and one poor soul hauling what looked suspiciously like an entire wardrobe. Within seconds, his quiet morning had transformed into a battlefield of colour, perfume, and noise.
"Young master," Emilia announced briskly, "The tailors are here, we will proceed to choose outfits for the royal ball"
Edward blinked. "I'm sorry—what?"
Before he could process that, the system chimed.
[ New Objective: Impress at the Ball ]
[ Bonus Reward: Unknown ]
He stared at the glowing panel, struggling with the urge to punch a hole in it.
"You will need to be fitted immediately," Emilia continued, ignoring his visible despair. "The tailors will prepare several options. Your task is simple—choose one and do not ruin it before the event."
"That's-" he began, then stopped as one of the tailors looped a measuring tape around his neck.
