The Conqueror from a Dying Kingdom: Volume 6 [Parts 1 to 11] by Fudeorca

Author:Fudeorca
Language: eng
Format: epub

After changing my clothes, I waited in the dorm’s living area until Dolla emerged from our room.

All that sweating in the armor must’ve been beneficial—rather than reeking of body odor, he was as fresh as someone who’d just washed with well water.

He was wearing some fairly formal clothes. It was definitely more formal than my outfit, which was only a step above casual.

“Why’re you dressed like that?” I asked.

“What, you think I don’t own smart clothes? Of course I do.”

That was definitely a lie.

“You brought those from home, right? I bet they’re your dad’s.”

He didn’t respond.

I wouldn’t normally criticize the tailoring of someone else’s clothes, but Dolla looked a little weird. His outfit was smart enough, but it was a little too big around the chest and shoulders, and it wasn’t the kind of thing he’d normally wear. I was sure it belonged to Galla.

“Is it rude if I go wearing this?” Dolla finally asked, sounding a little downhearted.

“Well, not really... It should be all right.”

“It’s better than wearing my uniform, right?” he asked weakly.

Dolla’s uniform had seen a lot of rough treatment, so it was more than a little shabby. A few stains wouldn’t have mattered so much, but the areas of faded color and the various patches made it look no better than a commoner’s clothing.

“That’s true. I think it’s fine.”

I’d stopped caring about his clothes already. We’d both been summoned, but I didn’t understand why he’d been asked, nor did I understand why he was suddenly worrying over his appearance when he normally wore his uniform for everything. It was like seeing a gorilla trying to put on human clothes. Once the gorilla had successfully gotten dressed, the proper thing to do was to praise it for the effort, rather than complaining about a few imperfections.

“Let’s head out as we are.” I got up, planning to set out.

“Dolla?” a voice called out—Myalo had just entered the living area. “You’re heading out right now?”

Dolla turned to look at Myalo. “Yeah, that’s right.”

When Myalo saw Dolla’s face—or rather, his overall appearance—her warm smile vanished. Her expression turned serious, and she firmly stated, “Dolla, I’m afraid I can’t let you wear that.”

“I knew it... It’ll look rude, won’t it?”

“Not rude, just... You are going to see Princess Tellur, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Dolla replied.

“Then this isn’t quite right.” Myalo seemed reluctant to explain the issue too.

“Just tell me what the problem is,” Dolla said.

“It’s outdated. It’s something an old man might wear.”

Uh-oh. She actually said it.

She was right—Dolla’s clothes were really old-fashioned. He was like a fresh college graduate wearing an old, double-breasted suit. It would look just fine on Galla, but it looked wrong on his son. Maybe another student might’ve gotten away with it, but it just didn’t fit with his image.

“Oh, but there’s no time left...” This was clearly taking its toll on him. He looked like a shadow of his former self.

“You’re right... What should we do? We have to do something...” Myalo put her hand to her chin and gave it some serious thought.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.