Wildness and Masks

It must be said, the efficiency of the Church of Dawn is indeed high.

In no time, they found Ogre some relatively fitting clothes, even including some cosmetics.

It was a standard hunter-ranger outfit for men, complete with a bow and quiver.@@novelbin@@

This was exactly to Ogre's liking.

The previous outfit was a bit too flashy, making him look like a noble lady.

This hunter attire was just right, giving off a slightly threatening appearance from a distance, which was ideal.

It wouldn't be too eye-catching, nor would it make him look like an easy target.

"Do you need me to help you change, or...?"

The young female attendant unconsciously changed her address to a more respectful one, as her gaze fell on the silver emblem Ogre had just placed on the table.

"No need, I can do it myself. You can leave now," Ogre said softly.

"Yes." The young female attendant turned to leave.

As she reached the door, Ogre's voice came through, "Wait a moment."

"Is there anything else, Cleric Geling?" The young female attendant turned her head.

"Could you please prepare a pair of gloves for me?" Ogre looked at his own beautiful hands and said.

"Alright."

The young female attendant nodded and then left the room, closing the door.

"Phew... finally, I can change back."

Ogre immediately took off the inconvenient clothes and began changing.

...

"That's basically how it went..."