Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 20: Thorough Preparation for the Adventure
“Hey, Saran. Is this really necessary?”
“Of course. I never even imagined not having at least one formal outfit. I…”
At a large tailor shop in a corner of the royal capital, Surdina, Saran lets out a huge sigh.
In this case, I just have to accept it without complaint. It’s my fault for not being prepared.
Kati had also told me to get a few outfits tailored in the dairy city of Hilte, but I had been too busy and lazy to do it.
I didn’t expect to end up paying for that now.
“Well, Saran-san, isn’t this just right? Here, they’ll tailor you into a gentleman that you won’t be ashamed to show anywhere.”
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“Thank you very much. I’ll do my best to assist you.”
The clerk bows politely to the cheerful Fimia.
Even this clerk exudes an urban stylishness that makes me, a country bumpkin, feel a bit intimidated.
I thought I had gotten used to city life after Advante, but the royal capital is in a league of its own.
It’s not just about the number of people or things; everything here is just too refined.
As a result, I can’t feel comfortable anywhere I go.
“Saran-san, where will you be taking Jurg? If it’s just for a tea party, this ‘third-class formal attire’ should be enough, I think. But if he’s going to attend evening gatherings just for appearances, then he’ll need at least ‘second-class formal attire’ to stand beside you.”
“In that case, let’s add some second-class colors so it’s not too flashy. Hmm, perhaps a deep red for the adventurer and a church-like navy blue.”
“I leave it to you. I’ll go assist Rolo-san.”
This is bad.
I don’t understand a word of what they’re saying.
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Isn’t what I’m wearing now enough?
This fabric is light and comfortable.
Though when I look in the mirror, I can’t deny that I feel like I’m being swallowed by the clothes.
“What do you think, Jurg?”
Suddenly being asked, I freeze up.
How am I supposed to know?
“Sorry, what was that?”
“…I’m sorry, was I getting too excited?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that I don’t understand much about buying formal attire. And this is different from the formal wear I know.”
The formal wear I know is generally referred to as a suit.
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I only know enough to say that the length of the coat varies depending on the scene.
Even then, Kati said it would be fine to just ask the tailor for a set.
However, what I’m wearing now is more like a cross between a coat and a courtly garment called a Justacorps.
I’m currently dumbfounded by whether this is the central formal attire or not.
“We’ve made the basic colors black and white. Since Jurg has a large build, it would be best if there’s some contrast. But we also need to include some colors that represent Jurg. I chose the basic ones, but you should choose the final color.”
“Is that how it works?”
I glance at the bright fabric samples presented to me.
As I make eye contact with Fimia, who is watching me intently, it hits me.
“Then, let’s go with this color.”
“Sky blue?”
“Yeah, it’s the same color as your eyes. It’s beautiful like a clear sky on a sunny day.”
I meant it as a casual remark, but I realize I seem to have messed up as I watch the “saint” in front of me turn red.
In retrospect, it sounds like a flirty pick-up line.
“S-S-Should I choose a different color?”
“No, let’s go with this color. I’ve decided. Yes, please.”
Handing the fabric sample to the clerk, Fimia turns away.
It seems I’ve upset her.
Perhaps I was trying to lighten the mood after the morning incident.
This is a failure.
“Oh, have you decided?”
“Yes. All that’s left are shoes and accessories.”
They both sound so enthusiastic…
“There’s more?”
“Jurg Dreadnought, please understand. This is a preparation check before the adventure.”
“Huh?”
I tilt my head in confusion at Saran’s words.
“We’ve been to various places like dungeons, forests, and swamps. Wouldn’t you agree that the necessary equipment varied each time?”
“Well, yeah.”
“It’s the same here. We’re going to be facing aristocratic monsters, creatures of the upper society. Don’t you think it’s essential to have equipment that matches the location?”
“I see…”
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If you do that, you’ll be considered a monster, but is that okay?
No, I understand it’s not like that.
“Your weapon is her.”
“Fimia? She seems a bit heavy to wield. I might end up being swung around instead.”
“Jurg!”
“…Just kidding. Don’t give me that look.”
Saran chuckles at me and Fimia.
“That’s an interesting way to put it, but you’re right. Jurg is powerless in this environment. Let Fimia handle it. I’m sure she’ll use it well.”
“I don’t quite get it… So you’re saying leave it to Fimia?”
“That’s mostly correct. I’m not expecting much more than a country bumpkin from you.”
Am I being mocked here? Saran has been too roundabout since entering the royal capital.
“Even shopping here is part of it. Jurg, I told you to stop acting dumb… Please continue to act dumb for a while.”
“Got it. It’s easier if I just go with the flow.”
“Fair enough. Fimia, I leave it to you then.”
With that, Saran leaves again.
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I don’t really understand, but I get it.
In the end, I just have to go with the flow and not think too much.
“It’s still not quite clear… Jurg, thank you very much.”
“Yeah, I’ll leave it to you. There’s so much I don’t understand anyway. Do your best.”
We laugh and lightly touch fists with Fimia.
Finally, the awkwardness seems to be easing, and my heart feels lighter.
“Next up is shoes, then.”
“Make them comfortable to walk in and easy to kick with.”
“But please don’t go kicking anyone, okay? Anyone at all.”
…Being prepared for emergencies is necessary, right?