Medieval Fantasy Clothing の小説・ストーリー

My hands trembled as I dried my body, and with a summoning, my magical sword materialized in my grasp. Once the preparations were complete, I was ready for my journey. A blue warrior dress, crafted from magical fabric, was a stunning vision in deep sapphire blue. The dress clung to my form, accentuating my lithe figure while providing me with the utmost mobility for combat. The bodice of the dress was adorned with intricate patterns of silver and white, which shimmered with each move I made. The fabric itself seemed to have a subtle, ethereal glow, giving me an otherworldly presence.

His long white robe with gold details looked quite expensive and gave the wearer an ecclesiastical air. It was impossible that it was the Great Hierophant or the Supreme Pontiff; so at first glance Francis Kemmler thought he was one of the six cardinals of the Republic or one of the three patriarchs of the Theocracy. One of the priest figure's companions wore white-colored full-body plate armor. The armor also seemed to be truly extraordinary, surely it was not something cheap or a common item. Its mere presence hinted that it was a high-level magical item, possibly even a national treasure.

“It’s just that you appeared out of nowhere from a puff of smoke. Had you just been walking down the corridor, I’d have thought you nothing more than another loyal subject. You look so… normal in your attire.” “Normal?” he said in a quizzical tone that hinted of boredom. “Again, forgive me,” I said apologetically. “My exposure to magical people is limited, but I somehow imagined you’d be wearing attire that wasn’t so normal.” “I dress in the mode of the nineteenth century male,” he said with a flat tone. “Yes, but without a cape or robe,” I added. “Am I to understand I will be expected to parade around the castle in some ridiculous robe for theatrics sake?” he practically screeched.

I extend my hand and pluck out a box of tea with a vivid painting of a ballroom and nobility from the regency era. The labeling states Royal British Earl Grey. Oooh, Interesting! I'd like to try this sometime. Placing it back, my eyes drift to a box with a painting of a silver dragon soaring over an emerald European countryside. A determined-looking medieval knight clad in armor sits atop the dragon's neck. The Knights' dark blue surcoat whipped in the wind behind him, a blue Christian Cross in the middle of his doublet. Sword raised in one hand while in the other a shield covered with the same Cross. Tufts of his blonde hair escape through his open helmet.

His short golden hair remained still, not even a strand affected by the night breeze. His pointed nose was perfectly sculpted, and his jawline was sharp and defined, tempting one to run their fingers over it. His eyes seemed to carry a lot of secrets, and his attire resembled that of a medieval prince. He was the epitome of a knight in shining armor, as if he had just descended from the heavens on a white horse. Stella couldn't discern the particular type of his attire, but golden robes adorned his body. Two finely crafted gold pieces adorned his right shoulder, holding a red cloth that covered part of his back, cascading down.

With no generator or so to put up the electricity interruption. But she suddenly jolted, she can't see any sign of electrical wirings all over the place there's not even a light bulb over the ceiling but a plain and empty one. Are they too poor for it? She scanned back the mother whose hands are still caressing her cheeks and Alani who sat at the bedside right beside her knee. Wait?! Why are the dresses so peculiar? It seems like it's.. Wait a minute. AM I IN MEDIEVAL TIMES? These women beside her dressed simpler than she expected but she knew that these kinds of dresses are used in medieval times. She had studied it before. They must be some kind of peasants or serfs, if she may say.

his claws ripped the towel I had held against the front part of my body. "He didn't do anything," I paused. "Like… that." Sebastian's shoulders slumped, nodding as he pulled the clothing from the counter. It wasn't my basic pajamas that I had moved from my house, but his own clothing. The beautifully embroidered, fancy merchant tunic from Bergarian and a pair of loose-knit, extremely soft linen pants. As amusing as the clothing was, it made me long to go somewhere other than Earth, to start somewhere new and away from Earth. It made me wonder what the women wore and what the world was like of fantasy.

Blaze said looking at his human clothes. Brandon nodded his head in understanding. The people here needed their king to represent their realm always. He cannot be seen wearing anything but the traditional outfit of the realm. Even as a prince, Brandon should wear the traditional outfit of the realm. If either of them were seen in human clothing, it is considered as an insult to the Dragon culture. Critics will start criticizing them and point their fingers at them, claiming that they are not respecting their culture. So always both Brandon and Blaze will be careful to be seen only in the outfit that represents the realm. Mostly the ensemble consists of a tight shirt, breaches, and a long ove

He rested his chin on her shoulder and looked at the unfamiliar clothes, which were so different from the modern city styles she knew. There were no jeans, casual t-shirts, or denim jackets in the wardrobe. Instead, it held clothes made of heavy, luxurious fabric. There were long silk tunics in deep violet, the Hallow clan’s signature color, with detailed silver embroidery on the collars and cuffs. The patterns formed magical knots and small circles that looked like purple saxifrage flowers. The cloaks had velvet trim at the neck and silver belts with crescent moon buckles. “These aren’t just clothes, love,” Zevko whispered. “They’re part of who you are. Your uncle wants you to start seeing

Heaving a deep sigh, she continued, “And I was the only one who survived.” She averted her attention back to where I’d seen the village burning but when I turned to look at it again, I saw a different view. Another village beside a body of water which I would assume was the bayou. I blinked my eyes a couple of times, immediately having a hint of the creatures residing in that place. Villagers were roaming around, some of them were kids, but most of them were adults. The men wore a loose, earth-colored tunic with linen trousers that had a leather belt hanging on their side. Brown boots reached their knees and hair was long and unkempt. The women wore dresses that reached their ankles, with th