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"To be honest, I shouldn't have come out."

Aaron complained softly, tugging at the narrow collar, trying to catch his breath.

Unfortunately, the evening gown he was wearing was handmade by the best tailor in Leiden City and made of the finest materials. The material was so strong that he doubted whether it was a torture instrument.

How could anyone wear such an awkward outfit to a banquet?

What's even more annoying is that in order to correct his casual posture, Alice even asked the tailor to stuff a few soft metal brackets into his clothes!

This evening dress seemed like nothing, but once Aaron put it on, he really wanted to thank the bald old tailor from the bottom of his heart!

These brackets were skillfully sewn into the fabric by the tailor. They are firm and straight and made of solid materials.

In other words, this ordinary-looking piece of clothing was actually a straitjacket that made his upper body almost stiff as a piece of iron, making even breathing a little laborious.

What's even more irritating is that the tailor successfully coaxed Aaron to try on the dress with his endless chatter, and then just said "Well, it doesn't look like he needs adjustment" and then just ran away like that?

Aaron didn't even react. He was half pulled and half dragged by Alice to the main entrance of the City Lord's Mansion without even taking off his clothes.

He didn't even know what was going on!

"Today the Lord of Bals City will hold a banquet to celebrate the elimination of Tog, and also to bid farewell to Sartre and Siosande, although they will not attend tonight."

Alice carefully adjusted the subtle wrinkles on Aaron's evening dress and explained patiently.

"Even if you are going to a banquet, there is no need to dress so formally, right?" Although Aaron could understand, he couldn't help but muttered.

He had never worn such restrictive clothes before. It felt like he had countless circles of tape wrapped around his body, and he couldn't even stretch out to relax his muscles.

"This is the first time I have appeared as your fiancée. Mr. Aaron, I hope you can cooperate with me." Alice smiled and leaned into Aaron's ear, but her tone was extremely serious, even with a hint of A bit of a warning.

If anyone else looked at it, they would just think that Alice was whispering something ulterior to Aaron.

Well, although it is indeed an ulterior whisper.

Aaron looked at Alice's seemingly harmless palms and opened his mouth, not daring to get angry or speak.

After spending the past few days together, he had a general understanding of Alice, and knew that this woman really dared to kill him first, and then find a long sword and wipe her neck to commit suicide.

He had just traveled to this world, and he was able to survive from cultists and some unspeakable gazes. If he died at the hands of his fiancée...

Hmm, it seems good?

After all, he has a fiancée?

Aaron was thinking wildly, and then he was slapped by Alice, "What are you thinking about? Don't be distracted during the banquet. It is very rude to be distracted."

As she spoke, Alice naturally took Aaron's arm, but almost seemed to drag Aaron past the guards standing guard.

While walking, she did not forget to remind Aaron in a low voice: "Remember to keep smiling."

Although she acted naturally, Aaron could clearly feel that her whole body was tense through her clothes, and the hand holding his arm was as stiff as an iron plate.

Maybe she didn't notice it, but Aaron's arm truly felt what it was like to have the grip of a bronze-level sword extraordinary person.

If his physique hadn't strengthened a little, he wouldn't be as simple as grinning and pretending to smile.

By the way, this was the first time Aaron saw Alice wearing a dress.

He didn't know if it was Alice's personal habit, but every time he saw Alice, she was wearing that heavy metal armor.

This completely obscured her body curves, and it was not until today that he realized that this cheap fiancée seemed to have a good figure.

It's not an S-level figure, but at least it's not a wall of sighs either.

Aaron couldn't help but glance at it and thought to himself.

Of course, he didn't dare to say it in front of her. After all, his injuries were just recovering, and he attended the dinner wearing a torture device, and his right hand was held by her.

If he really let her know, he could guarantee that she, who always emphasized aristocratic etiquette, would never mind breaking the rules at the banquet.

Maybe tomorrow the common people in the streets and alleys of Leiden City will know that the noble lady from the Iris family beat up her fiancé at the dance banquet.

Under Alice's deliberate emphasis, the tailor gave up her specialty hollow lace craftsmanship and had to make a relatively conservative dress specifically for her.

While other aristocratic ladies wore cool suspender dresses, Alice's evening dress only symbolically exposed a small section of her delicate collarbone, which revealed almost nothing.

At this time, the hall of the city lord's palace had been temporarily transformed into what a banquet should look like. There was an open space in the middle for people to dance, and long dining tables were placed around it, with all kinds of food neatly stacked and served. Waiters carrying plates moved nimbly among the crowd.

However, even though this was indeed a banquet held by the Lord of Bals, he still couldn't handle many details well due to his rough personality.

For example, the band of about ten people was playing soothing music in the corner, but a stool was placed alone in the band.

Apparently, a random band member was late.

While Aaron was looking at everything at the banquet with relish, he inadvertently glanced at the table next to him.

It was so pitiful that he had not eaten for most of the day just to wear this piece of clothing.

Even, according to Alice, this was intentional.

It would be extremely rude if a nobleman went to the toilet repeatedly or disappeared during the banquet.

Moreover, Aaron didn't even know if he could take off this torture device on his own.

"No wonder nobles have to be served by maids when they go to the toilet, so that's how it is..." Aaron tugged on his collar restlessly, muttering in a low voice.

Alice frowned slightly and glanced at him doubtfully, "What did you say?"

"Nothing, nothing..."

While keeping the smile on her face, she whispered: "Dear Mr. Aaron Albert, this is my first time attending a formal dinner as Mrs. Albert, so please pay a little attention to you. etiquette, okay?”

It was rare for her to use a questioning rather than commanding tone, which made Aaron a little uncomfortable.

"What do you want me to cooperate with?"

"Can you dance?"

Aaron was silent, glanced at the dance floor, and shook his head.

"Then let's go see my uncle, and then we can leave until it's almost time for the dance."

Alice, who also couldn't dance, breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and her tone relaxed slightly.

But Aaron's attention was not on this matter at all.

Clam?

uncle?

Just tell me why you need to dress so formally...

Are you going to meet your parents?