Tiran has always felt that she has been quite lucky.

- Until now.

"Oh? Miss Tiran? It's really been a long time..." a somewhat lackluster voice.

As the shop owner dressed as a tailor emerged from the sound of sewing machines, four words popped into Tiran and Aya's minds at the same time.

"Why is it you?"

The main channel for the Princess's treasure trove, originally a somewhat decadent middle-aged man who had disappeared during the battle of Beacon City, now suddenly transformed into a shop owner dressed in fashionable clothes.

"Just making a living..."

Roger still looked sleep-deprived, but perhaps because he had to receive guests, both his clothes and hair looked well-groomed, making him look more like a human than a starved, thin vampire.

"So, where have you been all this time? I couldn't find you when I wanted to buy something," Tiran sighed.

Her relationship with Roger was limited to buyer and seller, and she didn't know much about him. Once this guy disappeared, there was nothing she could do.

"Well, mainly for a better creative environment and livelihood considerations, I decided to expand my business, so I prepared some things."

Roger pointed to the stunning clothing neatly hung on hangers and walls behind him.

Different from what Vivian saw outside, whether it was the everyday wear for all seasons or the elegant evening gowns, or accessories like hats, necklaces, rings, even underwear and pajamas, they were all available and mostly unique in style, could catch the eye and could even be placed on luxury shelves in large department stores.

"If you like anything, feel free to choose. We also support custom-made, can take measurements anytime."

"So you have this skill?" Tiran and Aya were a bit shocked.

"Because I used to make cosplay outfits, I have some experience in making clothes, and during this time, I learned some design theory and tried making them myself... My work couldn't sell at all because of the war, although the truce has been called, the market will take some time to recover its vitality. Before, I could only lock myself in the room all day relying on black bread and cold water, if I didn't find a way to make money to feed myself, I would have starved to death."

Roger looked disinterested, seemingly not thinking it was something worthy of pride.

But... could this guy actually be a genius? Aya and Tiran glanced at each other, the formal war between Milanía and Maston had only been going on for a few months, and within that time, he had designed so many pieces... Could a normal human have this skill level?

"Of course, selling clothes is mainly for inspiration. Recently, when drawing, suddenly I lost the touch, whether it's the human figures or clothing, I always draw them a bit awkwardly. Maybe I've been indulging in my own fantasies for too long, so I want to take this opportunity to observe girls up close."

Ah, after this statement, Roger's image in Aya and Tiran's eyes plummeted.

It seemed to make sense. The store was full of purely feminine clothing, all geared towards a younger aesthetic, the purpose could be considered quite clear.

"You're not up to any peeping activity, are you?" Tiran covered her face.

Although the Princess herself read various adult content, she still had an instinctive disgust towards such things as a woman.

"Of course not. Even as a doujin artist, I have my own principles, at least in terms of integrity, I won't waver."

Roger firmly denied and straightened up when he mentioned being a doujin artist.

"Oh, didn't expect you to be quite righteous... Wait a moment for me," Tiran raised her eyebrows and focused on the transparent dressing room nearby, "Let me just ask, why is this dressing room completely transparent?"

"It's for inspiration. Considering that guests might feel shy, I specially ordered one-sided transparent glass. From the inside view, it looks like ordinary white walls."

"And you said you weren't peeking!" Tiran suddenly felt the urge to call the public security department.

"I really didn't, the guests are fully informed, and I always explain it well!" Roger quickly raised his hands innocently.

Well, it is unlikely that anyone would be foolish enough to enter the fitting room without asking anything while everything was clearly visible from the outside.

...Suddenly I understand why there are so few customers, even though the clothes are pretty and the variety is abundant.

"Do customers really try on clothes here?" Aya was curious.

"Yes, and quite a few. Most of these customers mostly come in the evening and are young beauties... Of course, not as pretty as Miss Tiran and Aya."

Roger proudly raised a finger after crossing his arms, "And many of these girls are pretty open-minded, some just change right in front of me without going into the fitting room."

"Really? Also, who is Miss Aya!"

"Seriously, do I need to congratulate you on graduating from virginity?" Tiran disdainfully pursed her lips.

"Miss Tiran, you're overthinking, I have my professional ethics. When I say it's for inspiration, it really is just for that."

Suddenly getting serious about something strange...

"So, little Tiran, do you know the shop owner?"

Vivian, who had been browsing clothes by herself for quite some time, also curiously approached, listening quietly to the conversation between the two, "What is a doujin artist that you mentioned?"

"That! That's not important at all!"

Tiran quickly pushed Vivian towards the clothing rack nearby, oops, forgot that her mother was still around!

"Oh, is this... Could it be Her Highness Vivian?"

Roger hesitated for a moment before guessing. After all, there were similarities in appearance with Tiran, and with the title, it was easy to guess.

Upon learning of Vivian's identity, Roger remained quite composed.

"Oh, so can you tell me what you mean by the doujin?" Vivian asked.

"It's just a type of manga, minors step aside." A straightforward response.

"Oh..."

Glancing deeply at her daughter, Vivian suddenly raised her thumb, smiling brightly, "It's okay, little Tiran, mom understands... Hmm, but if you have such needs, you can talk to Aya, isn't it also part of the personal maid's duties?"

It seemed to be a traditional habit passed down through noble families, where most male descendants of the family would graduate from virginity with a personal maid carefully selected by the parents.

Of course, the authenticity of this tradition is questionable, at least the Elysian family doesn't have this tradition.

For example, Vivian knew that Brad still had the opportunity to become a grand Mage at the age of thirty.

"Well..."

Aya and Tiran glanced at each other and turned away simultaneously.