Disappointing Teleportation Magic ~ Even Though The Movement Distance Is Only 1 Millimeter, I Will Rise Through Ingenuity ~ - Chapter 8.2

I could ask Tariq about the dangerous parts of town, but our definitions of dangerous are probably different.

On the appointed day, when Tariq saw me, the first thing he said was:

“Alright, Yuto. First, we’re going to buy some clothes.”

“Ah, thanks…”

“Also, withdraw another 3,000 fal.”

“Got it…”

I was wearing the work clothes we were given, but Tariq was dressed sharply.

His stand-collar shirt was loose-fitting and extended just above his knees, adorned with about fifteen decorative buttons.

His pants were wide and gathered at the ankles, reminiscent of Arabian style.

The standout feature was that his shirt, pants, and even shoes were all a bright, unified green.

In Japan, such a flashy outfit would attract a lot of stares, but it suited Tariq’s strong features well.

“Hey, is it trendy to match everything in the same color?”

“No, this style is the custom of the Kingdom of Yurefelt.”

“Do you always choose plain fabrics?”

“No, patterned fabrics are fine too, but matching shoes with those can be difficult.”

“I see…”

Indeed, it would be hard to find shoes that match a patterned fabric exactly, making coordination difficult.

Last time, I hadn’t noticed because I stayed in my room, but the corridor leading to the castle exit was a stream of bright colors.

“Wow, this is amazing…”

“If you’re surprised by this, you’ll be shocked when we get to town.”

“Do the important people in the castle dress like this too?”

“Of course not. Royals and nobles aren’t this flashy. Instead, they usually have gold and silver threads woven into their clothes or decorate them with jewels.”

“So, Tariq’s outfit is a commoner’s style, huh?”

“Exactly. We can’t afford gold, silver, or jewels, so we dress in colors.”

Following the flow of people with Tariq, we passed a security check and exited through the west gate, leaving me speechless.

The castle, which I had thought was within the walls, was actually situated about fifteen meters higher than the town.

“Wow, it’s really this high…”

“Impressive, isn’t it…”

“I don’t get why you’re so proud, Tariq, but it’s definitely impressive.”

The road leading to the castle was wide but steep, winding in sharp turns, making it difficult to attack.

The sight of people dressed in bright colors descending this winding path looked like some kind of carnival.

As we walked, I noticed that both men’s and women’s clothing here consisted of long shirts and pants gathered at the ankles, but women’s shirts fastened slightly to the left of center.

I guessed this might be to make br3astfeeding easier.

The town at the bottom of the hill was cleaner than I had expected.

The buildings were made with stone foundations and earthen walls, painted in pastel colors.

The roads seemed well-paved, with no unpleasant sewer smells.

Instead, there was a distinctive aroma of spices.

This spice was used in the castle’s cooking too. It took some getting used to, but I eventually did.