I think the basic idea of pying a game is that it inherently carries a sense of "py."

  Whether you're fighting, crafting, or just walking around, the fact that you're in a game means every action is infused with that pyful element.

  But in this world, our actions aren’t part of a game.

  That’s precisely why—

  **"Hmm, something feels off."** **"It suits you, but it’s just not striking enough."** **"Sorry for having such a pin face."**

  Being treated like a dress-up doll by three girls isn’t part of some game—it’s reality.

  We’ve been going from stall to stall in the market for so long that I’ve lost count.

  **"I like Liberta’s face, though. It’s kind."** **"True, my mom always said handsome men are trouble."** **"Exactly."** **"Do you all have some grudge against good-looking guys or something?"**

  If we found something decent, I’d try it on, but nothing really clicked. Not that it looked *bad* on me—it just didn’t feel *right*.

  If I had the face and body of a model, I could probably pull off anything and get called stylish. But unfortunately, my face is more like a 60 out of 100. Not ugly, not stunning—just "not bad, I guess?"

  Unlike my past life, this world doesn’t have a huge variety of clothing styles. We couldn’t find anything definitive in the market, and the cssic "buy cute accessories for the girls" trope didn’t happen either.

  There *were* accessories, but none of them were well-made enough to be worth buying.

  **"At this rate, we might as well go to a tailor. It’ll be expensive, but..."** **"We’ve got plenty of money, so it’s fine."** **"Yes, we shouldn’t cut corners here."** **"Just do whatever."**

  Fashion has never been my thing—not in this life or my st. Back in the game, I just equipped whatever was strongest. Appearance didn’t matter.

  Well, some pyers *did* obsess over looks, but I was the type who’d rather spend time grinding materials than worrying about aesthetics.

  We left the market and moved on to the shopping district.

  Naturally, we stuck to stores run by commoners. High-end noble boutiques? Off-limits to people like us.

  **"Welcome!"** **"We’d like to order some clothes."** **"Oh, new dresses for the young dies?"** **"No, for him—Liberta. Can you show us some fabrics?"** **"Oh, for the young man? You do have the money, right? Custom work isn’t cheap."** **"That won’t be a problem. Here."** **"...Young master, are you nobility?"** **"No, I’m a commoner."** **"Then this girl is...?"** **"I am Ingrid, serving under Liberta-sama."** **"‘Serving’? So you *are* nobility—"** **"No, seriously, I’m a commoner. I just somehow ended up with a maid."**

  We deliberately chose a normal tailor, but bringing Ingrid along caused misunderstandings. The shopkeeper grew visibly tense, and it took a while to clear things up.

  **"Is that so? Well, the fabrics here aren’t top-tier, so don’t compin ter, alright?"**

  ...Yeah, she still doesn’t fully believe me. Probably thinks I’m some incognito noble.

  Wait, is this some scheme to isote me by making people think I’m nobility? ...Nah, that’d be way too much trouble for too little payoff.

  **"It’s fine. More importantly, this fabric has a lovely color."** **"Ah, we’ve got a skilled craftsman. Found a new dye recently—this one holds fast even after washing. And feel the texture!"** **"Wow, it’s so smooth!"** **"Right? Normally, fabric’s rougher, but we’ve got better thread now. Makes for a finer feel."**

  While I was lost in thought, Nell, Amina, and Ingrid were already examining the fabric with the shopkeeper.

  It was a beautiful indigo. ...A bit too fshy for casual wear, though? I’d prefer something more subdued.

  **"Liberta, feel this! It’s so smooth!"** **"Oh? Huh, you’re right."**

  I kept my opinion to myself and touched it. Unlike my current rough-spun clothes, it was as smooth as fabrics from my past life.

  **"Impressive, right?"** **"Yeah, this is great. This texture... is it made from Magic Silk Worm thread?"** **"Oh, you know about that? Yeah, we’ve got connections to a farm. They supply us with the thread, and we weave it."** **"I see. That expins it."**

  The texture tipped me off. Magic Silk Worms are non-aggressive monsters that can be farmed, like Mochi or Hidden Tanuki. Depending on the craftsman’s skill, their silk can make high-tier gear—up to Css 3 if enhanced properly.

  I never expected to find it in a tailor’s shop. Had I known, I might’ve chosen this over leather armor.

  **"This’ll make great clothes."** **"Then it’s settled. Now for the design."** **"We’ve got samples here. Let me know if you want adjustments."** **"Got it."** **"Wow, there’s a lot."** **"This’ll take some time to choose."**

  Well, once my Swamp Dragon gear is ready, this silk outfit will become obsolete anyway. Still, choosing casual clothes is tough for someone like me, who used to just grab whatever from Uniqlo.

  **"Hey, look! This is an Eastern Continent design!"**

  Even a fashion noob like me knows—a kimono is *not* everyday wear.

  **"This one’s from the Northern Continent."**

  Yeah, that’s basically Antarctic explorer gear. Makes sense for a cold region, but useless in the Southern Continent.

  **"This is Western Continent style."**

  Long sleeves and pants for forest terrain—but it’s *camoufge*. Definitely not casual wear.

  I don’t remember any NPCs dressed like that in the game. A pyer design, maybe? Is the tailor a pyer? ...Are there other reincarnators here?

  This is exhausting to think about.

  Wait, are *all* the samples like this? Do I *have* to pick from these three?

  **"......"**

  Kimono, Antarctic gear, or camoufge. Having my entire wardrobe decided by this feels way too harsh.

  **"They’re interesting, but no way."** **"Agreed."** **"Yes, these are too much."**

  Gd I wasn’t the only one.

  **"Oh, this one—"** **"Ah, that’s the academy uniform. Nobles don’t buy here, but merchant kids do when they enroll. That’s just a sample."**

  Then I spotted something familiar—a bzer-style uniform. The kind you *have* to wear if you attend the academy.

  **"I see."**

  Having worn it endlessly in the game, I felt a weird nostalgia.

  **"There’s a simir design over here."** **"Huh?"** **"Liberta, you were staring. Do you like this style?"** **"Not exactly, but it’s not bad."** **"So you dislike it?"** **"No, I don’t *dis*like it."**

  The white-based uniform had a design that screamed "noble elitism." In-game, I’d equip it without a second thought, but in reality? It’s fshy enough to give me pause.

  **"Which is it?"** **"I was just zoning out."** **"But out of everything we’ve seen, this got the biggest reaction from you."** **"Yes, you showed no interest in the others."**

  Thanks to nostalgia, this was the only design that caught my attention. Do I *like* it? Sure. Would I wear it casually? No.

  **"This is a no-go. It’s academy wear—commoners shouldn’t funt it."**

  The shopkeeper agreed. Stylish, but inappropriate.

  **"But we can tweak the design, right?"** **"If we modify it, it should work."** **"Yes, simir styles are possible."**

  Since nothing else stood out, we settled on adapting the uniform into casual wear.

  **"In that case, no problem."**

  The shopkeeper agreed.

  **"Then simplify the shape, remove the decorations, adjust the buttons..."**

  Might as well recreate *that* outfit from my past life. It worked as casual wear and was versatile enough for outings.

  **"It’s like a butler’s uniform."** **"This... actually fits well."** **"Hey, it looks cool."**

  What I’d ordered was essentially a suit. I wore them often in my past life, and without a tie, it could pass as semi-casual.

  **"Color?"** **"Navy blue."** **"Got just the thing. I’ll fetch it."**

  I also ordered a few dress-shirt-like pieces. Fantasy-style clothes never suited me, but suits? I wore them daily—no discomfort here.

  The rough sketch got positive reactions.

  **"Now for measurements. Step over here."**

  Once that started, I couldn’t move.

  Then—

  *Cng.* The door opened.

  **"Welcome!"**

  Another customer? Makes sense—it’s a tailor.

  The shopkeeper paused and looked toward the entrance.

  **"Hey! Get me an academy uniform!"**

  A well-dressed man and a boy—likely his son. Not nobles. Merchants.

  Nobles wouldn’t visit a commoner’s shop. Ingrid didn’t react, confirming it.

  After a gnce, I looked away and kept talking with the girls.

  **"Well, if it isn’t the big shot from Gringar Merchants! Your boy enrolling?"** **"Yeah. My son’s exceptional—cut down tons of monsters during the Stampede with his own sword. With skills like that, the academy’s entrance exam will be a breeze."** **"Impressive! I hid upstairs the whole time. Kids like yours are a blessing."**

  With the shopkeeper distracted, I was stuck waiting.

  An academy enrollment, huh? A merchant’s kid—a *powerful* merchant, at that.

  Better to stay quiet.

  **"Expect great things. And next week’s auction will have a rare item up for bids. Securing that will solidify our position."** **"Oh? What’s coming?"** **"An item brought back by an S-rank adventurer party from the Central Continent expedition. Competition will be fierce, but I’ll win it."** **"Don’t bankrupt yourself."** **"No need to worry. I know when to stop."**

  *Oh?* Now *that’s* interesting. Good info to have.