Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy

When I first came up with the idea of picking out clothes for Frey, the most important thing I wondered about was whether she had any sense of shame.

Frey, based on her usual image, seemed like the type to throw her clothes off in front of men without a second thought, yet strangely, she had hardly ever shown that side of herself.

Even in the game, her demeanor was more naive and pure than indifferent.

"Are you really going to wear this?"

"Yeah!"

The outfit I handed Frey was similar in exposure to the armor I usually wear.

Was it called sheer? It was one of those outfits where you couldn’t tell whether it was transparent enough to see through or not, making it impossible to look away, and it made me involuntarily chuckle.

Compared to the world I lived in as a man, Soul Academy’s world is definitely more open. It's surprising that such clothes are sold to nobles.

"...Hmm."

"Is it that you don’t like the clothes I picked out?"

"Yeah."

Frey boldly lowered her head, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words.@@novelbin@@

Oh. This was unexpected. I thought she’d be flustered like Fabi or Joy, but I never expected her to outright say she didn’t like it.

"Why don’t you like it?"

"My mom told me. She said I shouldn’t wear strange clothes. I’m not sure, but she said this kind of thing isn’t allowed."

As I listened to Frey, tilting her head, I could imagine just how much her mother must have struggled.

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