I Tried to Become a Worthless Scumbag to Break Our Engagement for His Happiness, but Instead I Was Hugged, Kissed, and Sworn Eternal Love by the Ice Knight (BL) - CHAPTER 41
The tailor responded to Fleck’s words with strong agreement.
“I share the same opinion!”
“That bright green one would look good! It would definitely look good!”
Fleck did not know the name of the color mint green, but he was certain that it was a color that would suit Heliosphere. Without knowing it was the current trend and that the clothes he pointed at were fashionable designs, he simply believed so. Of course, the tailor thought the same, so his reply was powerful.
“Yes! I agree with you completely!”
“And also, look over there—the white and silver one, that would look amazing!”
Fleck pointed toward clothes that resembled a knight’s formal uniform, the kind of outfit that only special people could wear.
“That is a design made only for Lord Rocca!! But he refuses to wear it!”
The tailor cried out, half in tears.
“What? That’s such a waste!”
“Yes! It is such a waste! The owner himself designed and created it!! But he won’t! He won’t wear it!!”
“That’s not right at all!”
Fleck jumped to his feet. Then, without thinking, he ran straight to Heliosphere.
“Lord Rocca! Lord Rocca!”
He forgot completely that one of his legs was bad. Heliosphere reacted swiftly, catching him in his arms.
“Fleck! You must not run without your cane. What if you fall?”
“That one, that one! Please wear that one!”
Fleck ignored his scolding. Instead, he spoke selfishly, just like he used to long ago. In his excitement, he even forgot to wear his mask. Heliosphere widened his eyes at this rare moment of Fleck’s selfishness.
Fleck pointed toward the clothes—the special white and silver outfit that resembled a knight’s formal wear.
“That one?”
Heliosphere asked gently, and Fleck nodded his head up and down eagerly.
“It will definitely suit you!”
He bounced lightly on his feet as he said it. Heliosphere’s face softened more and more, while the tailors turned their eyes full of hope toward the two of them.
“If Fleck says so…”
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Wrapped in a vest and trousers that looked as though they had been spun from amethyst, Heliosphere became the very image of an ice prince. The shirt was a pale silver-white, while the coat—draped only over his shoulders—sparkled like a piece of the night sky.
The outfit brought out his silver hair, and its bright yet elegant tones did not overshadow the blue of his eyes. Fleck gazed at him in a daze.
“So… cool… it really suits you…”
“Does it?”
“It’s… so wonderful…”
“Is there a black version of this design?”
“If we make one, yes.”
“Then prepare one of this, and one in black.”
“Right away!!”
Joy overflowed at the fact that he would actually wear it. But at the same time, Fleck thought—ah, so he still insists on black… I wish he would let go of that stubbornness.
“Now then, let us choose some clothes for autumn as well.”
Heliosphere’s refreshing words blew Fleck away. He turned to him with wide eyes, silently asking—autumn too?
Of course, Heliosphere nodded. Then, once again, he sat Fleck down upon his lap.