Novel & Cerita Deku's Hero Costume

The oldest of them bowed. “Your Majesty, we were assigned to help you bathe and prepare for the festival.” Draekon shook his head gently, somewhat thrown off by the casual display of nudity. On a normal day, he would have appreciated the sight. But not today. Not now, when the thought of a certain stubborn woman filled his mind. He was pathetic. “That won’t be necessary. I’ll take care of it myself.” They obeyed at once, leaving silently. After washing, Draekon put on the special clothes given to him. It was a long black coat with red designs that looked like flames. A dragon-shaped clasp held the collar in place.

“Drink this. It’s my special mix to help clear your heads.” Keia, desperate, gulped it down in one go, while Hera eyed it with suspicion. “Drink it or don’t. Your choice.” Aurora then moved across the room and revealed the gowns they were supposed to wear for the day. Hera’s was a lovely pale gold and white, perfect for a woman about to be handfasted by the end of the day. Hera and Keia had already signed the necessary forms, so their photos could be featured all over next year's brochures.

Then Dereck gave a speech that rendered me speechless: - Thank you all for your support and loyalty. I've been blessed by the moon goddess by granting me my mate twice, then when she gave me my place and power, and again with magnificent offspring. But that's not all. As you know, my couple and my family are not ordinary. That's why I've also decided to crown today my life companions: James Tariss, Mathis Blaine and Reed Orlando, Princes consorts. The crowd greeted the news with glee and burst into applause. Tears and a huge smile took possession of my face as Atreus, Kratos and Raphael, who had been taken into confidence, advanced down the center aisle with velvet cushions on which rested s

His blue eyes weren't a problem by themselves so he didn't bother searching something to hide them. He was wearing a simple undershirt and a leather armor composed of a breastplate as well as some arms guards. He had a steel sword on his right hip and a mid sized shield on the back. Thanks to his month-long training in Edea’s world, he was also a little more muscular than he was after the transformation. All in all, he looked like a particularly handsome but somewhat rookie adventure with enough training under his belt. Next to him, Milia was observing his attire with a grimace. As a maid and a servant of the royal family as well as a fervent supporter of Sol, she hated seeing him wear cloth

"You’re my brother, Julian. You’re the reason I survived. Seattle was a sanctuary, but I couldn't keep running forever. Leo deserves to know his worth, and I deserve to have my name back." He nodded, a flash of sadness crossing his face before he masked it with a smile. "Then let's get you some armor." He pulled out a dress from the back of the rack. It was black. Not just black, but a deep, void-like silk that seemed to absorb the light. It was sharp. Architectural. The neckline was high, the back was low, and the silhouette was a straight line of pure power. No lace. No sparkles. No "nerdy girl" vibes.

He had just returned from the battlefield with his silver armor on, but his helmet and gauntlets were off, and he was wearing a red robe to symbolise Victory. His body is more robust than in the legend, even under the armor, I can feel the strong muscles of his broad chest. His entire body is taut, and I could imagine his hard muscles bulging against his armor while fighting against the Golden Dragon. He coldly scanned the guests at the venue, sneered disdainfully, and walked to the middle seat reserved for him. In a regal and happy tone, the queen said, "You're finally here. You are our hero today, Nuri Rodriguez, and you have saved the entire kingdom."

Slowly walking over to the front of the stalker watched as the two rivals circle each other staring into the souls. The hero from the heavens look familiar his dark curls fell over his head, a beard of a clean dress cut, acute. But pleasant metal eyes, wearing an gold and Red Army suit, he had a dagger in his hand and a shield in the other with the Utopias symbol of Unity on it. The real symbol is an all gold, base of a circle and three petals that are in the position of a triangle overlapping each other. He stood tall and mighty compared to Zaro who was pale, hunched back and no light in his soul.

"I meant to say that I wish to acquire items for my inventory." The shopkeeper nodded understandingly. "Do you have a suit?" he inquired, delving deeper into Keagan's needs. "No," Keagan confessed. "I am without weapons as well. That's why I've come here—to purchase the necessary tools." Recognizing Keagan's eagerness, the shopkeeper accessed a dashboard, swiftly inputting a series of squiggles that materialized into a holographic display. A vibrant array of suits and weapons materialized before them, each item meticulously crafted to cater to the needs of burgeoning heroes.

Rain, on the other hand, was dressed as a mysterious and elusive rain spirit, his costume a shimmering array of blues and greens, with water droplets embroidered on his sleeves and a crown of mist on his head. Ryker watched with a grin, his eyes shining with amusement. He was dressed as a powerful and majestic king of the forest, his costume a stunning combination of greens and browns, with leaves embroidered on his cloak and a crown of antlers on his head. I, on the other hand, was dressed as a beautiful and mysterious moon goddess, my costume a shimmering array of silvers and grays, with sparkling stars crystals embroidered on my sleeves and gown with a crown of moonstones on my head.

Chapter 103 Author's POV The dresses were simple but quite effective. Alpha Duiane had instructed to change out of their attire, they donned dark hooded cloaks, scuffed leather boots, and dress belts that made them look like merchant travelers or lower pack members seeking an audience with their alpha. Lessie had first objected on the grounds that she did not like having them on, but Alpha Duiane clamped her mouth shut with a glance which spoke volumes about how urgent their assignment was to this.