I Paired Up With a Woman From an Adventurer Matchmaking App, She Had Perfect Compatibility, But the Worst Personality. When Our Erotic Compatibility Exceeded 200%, She Became the Most Obedient Team Member at Night. - Chapter 3

“How do these look?”

“Ooh.”

When I looked into the mirror at the urging of the shop assistant in romantic grey, I saw my reflection in an unfamiliar outfit.
This shirt was simple yet sophisticated, completely different from the shirts I’d worn until they were worn out.
And the olive green cargo pants, even if they got dirty or scratched during my adventures, would only add an accent to my outfit.
A perfectly fitted mithril plate can be attached to the chest, a vital point, and there seems to be hand guards and leg guards made of the same material.
Not only is the sparkling, transparent silver beautiful, but there’s no doubt that it would also perform well in battle.
When I lightly flicked it with my fingers, a quiet, dignified “dong…” sound resounded, suggesting that it was made of a more refined mithril material.
A leather item holder can be attached to the belt and hung from the waist, and the studded design is very cool.
From top to bottom, everything was prepared by the tailcoat shop staff following Cordelia’s instructions.
I just stood there, looking at the clerk running around the spacious store with the movements of a secret agent said to be a ninja from the eastern part of the country, with an idiot-like look on my face.
…Well, I did say “Wow” at first, but honestly, I still can’t tell if this outfit looks good on me or not.
But even though I’m not sure…this outfit has an overall sense of luxury without being too flashy, and has the coolness of a beautiful adult…how can I put it, I feel like it’s not bad.
In fact, considering this is the tailor shop Cordelia frequents, I can probably think of it as… quite good, right?
As I stood there lacking confidence in my outfit, the tuxedo-clad salesperson seemed to see right through me.

“You look splendid, sir.”

“O-oh… Really?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“That makes me feel better. But you know, if I were you, I’d probably choose a more purple-red polka dot pattern for this chest plate. Do you have anything like that?”

“We do not.”

“I see. Then…”

“We do not.”

He interrupted me before I even made a suggestion…

“Ah, are you finished already?”

As we were discussing in front of the full-length mirror, a voice came from behind us.
It was Cordelia who had gone off on her own to look around the store.
She must have bought something while she was gone, as she now carried a bag she hadn’t had before.
Her boots clicked against the floor as she confidently stepped around to face us.

“Wow.”

“Wow,” she said.
Cordelia’s comment was simple enough, but her eyes raked over my entire body as if she were inspecting a painting.
Then she nodded,

“Even a stallion needs proper attire,” she said with a smug look on her face.

“Very well. I’ll take it all.”

“Thank you!”

The tailcoat-clad clerk bowed to Cordelia, an extremely valued customer who made an immediate decision, so quickly that it left an afterimage.
It was too fast for me to see.
Is this guy really a tailor? Or was he a mercenary before?

“So, how much does it all come to?”

“Yes. I’ll add a shirt from the Aoyama brand of protective clothing, the “Easy to wear in summer and winter, year-round adventure series,” pants from the Jack Gargoyle Club, a leather belt from the Shine Night Club, body-fitting underwear from the Akinai Trading Company, iron model boots from Label Iron, a full set of mithril armor for front-line guards from Villain Viron, and various other options… We’re currently holding a new spring adventure fair, so we’ll apply that service…”

The shop assistant pulled out an abacus from somewhere and began calculating rapidly.

“…The total comes to 3.5 million nogles.”

“Haaah?!?!”

That’s expensive! That’s impossible!
Even if I’m buying mithril armor, most of this is just clothes!
And yet it’s 3.5 million nogles?! That’s too expensive!

“Hey, Cordelia! You’re getting completely ripped off here! Get out of here and report this to the guards!”

“I’ll pay in full.”

“Cordelia!?!?!?!?!?!”

Without so much as flinching, Cordelia smoothly signs the receipt presented by the shop assistant.
With this, the contract is sealed, and Cordelia’s payment of 3.5 million Norugels is confirmed.
Yet I’m the only one showing any reaction. Cordelia and the shop assistant remain perfectly composed as they proceed with the transaction.
What? Am I the weird one here?
Clothes, right? Is it normal to spend 3.5 million on clothes?
Facing an amount most commoners would rarely even see, the shop assistant bows without batting an eyelid.

“We offer this as a complimentary gift to customers purchasing a full outfit. The ‘Goodbye Puppy’ wallet. Please accept it.”

And with that, she handed me a wallet with a cute dog character design.
While I’m grateful for the gift, it’s so cute that as a guy, I’m not sure where I’d use it…