Chapter 431: 431 It's like flowers blooming.

I don't know if I can do it, but it was all of my family that came in with the door open. I wear dresses of different colors.

Samya is orange, rice is purple, Diana is indigo, Liddy is green, Helen is red, and Anne is yellow.

Knowledge of the previous world makes it seem normal, but in this world it must have been difficult to get all these dresses in different colors.

Wherever I borrowed (or bought) them, they all fit somewhat.

Nevertheless, without measuring the size, it seemed that it could not fit perfectly, with a lace-like cloth on the hem added to Helen and Anne's slender pair, while Ricke raised her sleeve slightly towards her shoulders.

Perhaps we should hurry just to keep it for one day today. Still, I'm trying to make sure I don't know if I don't have a good view. I thought it would take a while, but you spent a lot of time on it.

Diana's is obvious, but it seems to be hers, and this fits perfectly.

Good. If there was meat around my belly or, conversely, shoulder muscles in my life, today would have been the day to apologize to Marius. I want to avoid it on a festive day.

Everyone's hair is well prepared for a banquet, and they usually wear less makeup, which is exactly what should be called a hundred flowers mess. I even remember the illusion that flowers of different colors are blooming in each.

At the sight of all those people, I accidentally said so.

Everyone looks good on me.

That said, Samya hit me on the shoulder with a basin. A dress that has a good tail and is much less exposed than the clothes I usually wear. Anne has a reputation for being "like Niisama Leopold's mother." I'm sure he was a lion beast.

Samya is a tiger beast, but she is noble at the Imperial Queen level. Unfortunately, I don't know the queen, so I'm not sure it suits me, but I'm sure it suits me.

It is Ricke who is solid without being illuminated. All the hair that said, "It is hard, my hair" was flushed behind, and it was fastened with gold hair clasp. The usual pleasant feeling lingers, and oneechan's open atmosphere appears.

Should I say that it looks like an adult? It looks like a dressed child, but it is an adult woman with a clearly solid atmosphere.

"I'm not used to saying this."

"I'm more modest!" you said to the end.

Diana smiled bitterly at Like's words. I know how Like feels. I had a lot of resistance at first.

"It suits you, so you should be grand."

"Okay, Master!

Rice with a full smile. It wasn't even a soothing atmosphere, it was the usual face of Rice.

Is Diana accustomed to wearing it as a Countess Lady? She feels no clumsiness at all from anyone but Anne.

"Is that what you wear all the time?

"That's not true. It's like wearing it at home."

Diana says with a stunned voice. It's not flashy, but I can see it's embroidered everywhere and it's a hassle. Normally, the hair that has been removed is also tied up now. It's not enough to cast a stone on the sky, but it's an image of a noble lady.

"No, it looks too natural."

When I said it, Samya nodded with her arms together. I don't think you should dress like that in that dress. Part of it is thrilled.

This time, Diana slapped me on the shoulder with a basin, but immediately afterwards she turned to me and said, "Thank you." I, uh...

"Oh, wow. You're welcome."

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It was best to answer with a little flickering.

Liddy's hair stays the same. I put a little makeup on my face, but it also looks very thin. It's because it's an elf... Dresses are less decorative than everybody else, but they still highlight proportions and facial goodness.

Looks like a forest fairy.

We've actually seen Giselle and the forest fairies, but if they tell us to paint with the theme of "forest fairies," we'll ask Liddy for a model.

I don't know how many times the shock hit my shoulder, but it's not as painful as Samya or Diana because it's Liddy.

"Looks like it came out of a painting story."

"Yeah, I think so too."

I agree with Anne. When I was on an expedition, I saw other elves and thought they were all beautiful men and women, but I could polish them even more.

Well, Helen is bigger than Liddy, who was being a big boy. His face is bright red and pulled so that he can't beat the dress, and the usual “thunderbolt” has no trace of dust.

Helen's dress is as flashy as Anne's. This may have added cloth to the hem, but with more drapes, the decor is originally quite flashy.

It is decorated with a slender length, and you will normally believe it if you say, "She is a noble daughter." Well, half of it is true. The scratch on my face is somewhat detrimental to the atmosphere, but it's very trivial for me.

Helen's a good old man too.

When I said that, Helen's right arm disappeared and I felt a cold. At that moment, I step down. I heard a whistle, and Helen's arm passed by where I had my shoulder.

I don't want Helen's all-out shoulder bread to be eaten by a boulder. My shoulders don't come off.

"Well, I'm just praising the avocado, and it's okay because it actually suits me."

Diana patted Helen on the shoulder. Helen nodded softly. After that, I look at you and nod as well.

Her face remained red, but Helen's pull-ups had stopped.

"Anne is the queen....."

Er...

Anne sharpens her mouth. Her dress is the most decorative, considering her position as a princess. "Princess's dress" is a dress that nine out of ten people would imagine.

Unlike Diana, it's not her dress, but for some reason it feels like she's wearing it very tightly. I must have had a lot of experience wearing it.

"You look just like everybody else. I'm just wondering."

"It's a bit catchy, too. But thank you."

Anne, unlike the Seventh Empire Emperor, gave it back with a smile as Anne.

"Now, are you all ready?

"Yes, sorry to keep you waiting."

"No, absolutely not. Ladies and gentlemen, please come here."

Mr. Bowman, who had been watching the situation with Nico all along, prompted us to follow him.

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