Right now, Athan stood against the mirror, giving a good look on the black waistcoat under the white long sleeves before he donned the trench coat on his clasp.
'What a fine, high-quality fabric is this— comfortable and cozy at long last.'
Not even the technology and skilled artisans they had in the Dysnomia Empire had this kind of asset.
Moreover, it was harder to deny that he looked so good in it. Even without taking into account the accessories, he looked good with the garment he had.
There were so many of them that pleased his eyes, especially the combination of the fashion presented to him from the portraits of men and women shown before him in piles of paper.
One thing came into his mind whenever he thought about the fascinating creations that blessed his eyes.
'I should bring them all, and might as well have several blueprints with this and spread it across the Dysnomia Empire— an exclusive one.'
