16. New Perspective

Triana.

"He was my teacher when I was ten years old. He lives on the outskirts of Yorgen City," Triana said.

"Then we'll go this afternoon, when the sun isn't too hot," Vlador said while checking his wardrobe.

Vlador took a set of black garments and coat and placed them on a red, gold-patterned stool. Beside him, Triana stood watching the clothing with slightly pursed lips.

"Pardon me, Mr. Vlador, but… are you going to wear them outside?" Triana asked quietly.

With furrowed eyebrow, Vlador turned to Triana. "Yes? Is there something wrong with the clothes?"

"If I were allowed to speak up my opinion, I would say that they are rather old fashioned. They might have been popular a hundred years ago. However, today's men don't wear clothes with quite much of laces like that,"

"Is that so? If I wear it, I will stand out then," Vlador muttered.

"And… Actually, since we're going out to the settlement, I was thinking of borrowing a big hooded cloak from you if you have one," Triana said as she