Chapter 46 – Inferiority (4)
Lucia glanced at Mason while talking to the clerk. Her visibly uncomfortable expression caught her eye. Seeing her shrunken shoulders and red ears, Lucia secretly smiled inside her.
No sister Today should be a pleasant memory.
The memory of today remains in her sister’s head, enough to want to experience this in the future.
“… The type of dress that would suit you is-“
“Excuse me.”
Lucia cut off the clerk’s eager explanation and pulled her mason next to her. Mason, flustered by her sudden tug, was pulled to her side.
“Here, can I pick out a dress that will suit my sister and try it on? It’s the first time my sister has come to a place like this.”
“Um, Lucia? I’m fine-“
“Of course, sir! If you will allow me, could I pick out some dresses myself and help you put them on?”
Clearly ignoring Mason, who was trying to stop him by saying something next to her, Lucia smiled brightly and helped Mason toward the clerk.
“If you do, I would be very grateful! Please give me clothes that will suit my sister!”
“I will do my best. Would you like to come this way?”
Lucia waved her hand at Mason, who was almost being pulled toward her clerk. She looked at Mason’s desperate eyes as if calling for her help, and she remembered what Isabella had said to her:
-Mason doesn’t know the value of her self too much. She’s like a jewel rolled in the mud, she can shine brightly with a little decoration, but she’s too ignorant to that kind of thing, so she can’t even think of taking care of herself.
“Inferiority comes from comparing oneself with others…”
Lucia made small sentences of Isabella’s words, then started looking at her dress while singing her hum. Just in time, the clerk who had just finished dealing with the customer came into view and beckoned with a bright smile.
Mason entered the fitting room with the dress she had picked out and the clerk, as if pushed by Sarah’s kind reception and her eloquence. There were many people there, including her, changing her clothes and looking at themselves in the mirror.
“My lady, would you like to come this way?”
Mason also felt uncomfortable with her clerk’s ‘lady’. You’re a girl Who had called her that in her entire life? She was used to being called ‘Knight’ or just Mason.
“Um, can you just call me Mason over there?”
She asked her Sera to shake off even the slightest bit of awkwardness from her, and Sera pushed her in front of her mirror, saying that she would understand.
“Come on Miss Mason. Shall we start with this dress?”
It was a dress made of a beautiful dark green, high-quality fabric. Mason ejaculated beside her when Sarah was choosing her clothes, so there were no overly flashy frills or complicated jewelry, but it still looked out of place to her.
“Then could you take off your clothes and give them over here?”
“Yes?”
“You have to take off your clothes to try on the dress, right?”
As if asking what the problem was, Mason wanted to run away at Sera’s innocent question. She was thinking to the extent that Mason picked out her clothes by putting them on her body, but she should change her clothes in a place like this?
“Um, can’t we change clothes somewhere a little less crowded over there?”
“Um, I’m sorry, but the dress itself takes a lot of work to wear. I’m sorry, but the fitting room is the only one here. But don’t be shy! Are there only female employees in our fitting room?”
Mason wanted to say no, but further scuffle seemed pointless. Mason sighed, closed her eyes, and unbuttoned her buttons one by one. One by one, she felt nervous as more and more buttons were undone.
Eventually, she unbuttoned all the buttons and her clothes fell to the floor.
“Ah…”
Hearing Sera’s sighs coming from behind her, Mason covered her body with both of her hands and felt like going into her mouse hole.
“I am very sorry, sir. How about this…”
She didn’t know what to do, and Sarah’s words made her feel even more miserable.
Her life as a paladin was not smooth. Since their duty was to protect someone, Mason’s body, which was created through her hard physical training and training, was also far from that of ordinary women.
Her countless traces of training engraved on her body, her clean skin and graceful curves, which are often considered the ideal female body, were far from her. Clearly, such things were the subject of gossip for girls his age, and Mason knew it too.
But now, only silence lingers in the locker room. I’d rather be whispering, pointing fingers and giggling behind her.
He shuddered at the feeling of air touching the numerous scars on his back that he had received when he ran away with Sianna, which had already healed for a long time.
“… Are you okay.”
She knew better than anyone that her words, which came out in a locked voice, were just polite manners, but she said that.
After that, while listening to Sarah’s sincere apology dozens of times, she was ushered into a special dressing room in the store. It is not a place shared with many people like the previous dressing room, but a place that only the VIPs of the store can use.
Mason changed her clothes with Sarah’s help. It was a dress that looked a little stuffy with a collar that came up to the neck, not a dress that many women show off their charms by exposing the neck or back, but Mason felt a little comfortable now.
“… Could you please leave for a while?”
At her request, Sarah hesitated for a moment, then bowed her head and left her dressing room. Only after hearing the rustle of the thick velvet curtain over her entrance and the sound of receding footsteps, Mason looks into the mirror.
The feelings of shame and shame that she had been forcibly suppressing all this time.
Knowing that she has nothing to be ashamed of, knowing that she is proud of herself,
She felt humbled by the pitying glances of others on her, and she was confident.
Mason crouched down, cupping her face with her hands. Her cold, cold hands were trembling little by little before she knew it.
Neither her wounds nor her body mattered when she was a knight. Compared to others, her tanned skin was evidence of hard training, and the scars on her body were medals.
But now, not to her paladin Mason, but to her little country town maiden, none of these things were relevant.
I don’t fit in here
Was there ever a time when the cold reality of her that she wanted to deny so much was clearer than this time?
In her former life of no return to her, even in her hometown she has come to for a new start again.
She felt like a failure.
An honorable escort knight who protects the saintess of the church, she has become a woman who has barely passed the age of marriage and has no charm as a woman.
Her body, which she sacrificed for her brother and for the saintess, was her fundamental value.
It collapsed under people’s stinging gazes and sympathetic sighs.
Mason lifted her dazed head and straightened her body. She didn’t like this outfit. The moment I unbuttoned her with the thought of changing her clothes and returning her clothes,
Footsteps, no footsteps were heard.
Mason stopped her hand from unbuttoning her and listened to her for a moment. Did Sera come back with the other clerks? When Mason tried to put her hand on her curtain as a way to look out for a moment,
She heard a voice she would never forget until the day she died.
“I don’t need this many people, so please leave.”
A beautiful, yet distinctly commanding voice.
“But, Miss Isabella…”
“It’s okay because this kid will help me anyway.”
Her words were in gentle refusal, but her tone was cold, as if she wouldn’t allow her rebuttal. Soon, a group of footsteps were heard moving away from the locker room again.
Mason removed her hand from the curtains in her dressing room so she could not be heard and leaned against her wall to hide her body. She couldn’t even figure out why she was doing this. She told her that she hadn’t done anything wrong or was doing anything dishonest, but for some reason she didn’t want to be seen the way she was now.
The locker room, which soon became quiet, became quiet for a moment, but that silence was soon broken.
“… It’s pathetic. Do you think I don’t know the idea of trying to flatter me somehow and score points with her father?”
Mason doubted her own ears for a moment. The voice that uttered her cold, pessimistic comments was clearly Isabella’s. But the Isabella she knew was the idol of the people of her hometown, always smiling, soft-spoken and kind.
“Do I look like a child who is just as vain and blinded by extravagance as the children down there?”
Mason shut herself up and pressed herself closer to the wall. I felt like I could hear the sound of her breathing, the sound of her heart beating like it was about to explode.
“What do you think, Siana?”
And the moment after hearing her question to the saint she once served,
As if her Mason head had been beaten, she felt a dizzying pain.
