Head bowed, feet unseen

Selina felt it was a good thing she had checked her reflection to see what she was wearing today.

If she hadn’t, how would she have known Crispin had chosen such a “simple” outfit for her?

Though not a formal princess dress, the luxurious crinoline gown, woven from precious silk, was entirely a symbol of top noble status.

The tight constriction around her waist was because Crispin had put her in a corset.

She was all too familiar with this item.

When studying world history, her gossipy history teacher had specifically introduced this item. Medieval European noblewomen loved to use it to ensure their waists were slender.

Her figure was already considered quite perfect among women, but Crispin had cruelly subjected her to this extreme measure for perfection. Her already slender waist was now cinched into a perfect A4 standard by the corset.

As for the feeling of confinement on her lower body, lifting her skirt and looking down, ha, her bare feet had completely turned into what some people called ‘white popsicles.’ However, compared to the corset, Selina felt that white opaque tights were nothing.

It was already embarrassing enough just looking at herself in the mirror, but Crispin, who was standing behind her styling her hair, chose that moment to add a remark.

“Your Highness’s body development has been quite good recently; your bust seems to have grown considerably. This type of clothing really accentuates your figure.”

It would have been better if she hadn’t said anything. As soon as she did, Selina instinctively looked down at her chest. Her gaze shifted downwards, hmm…

What was that saying again?

A woman who cannot see her toes when she bows her head is a beauty beyond compare.

If beauty were judged by this standard, then she could indeed be considered a stunner right now.

In some ways, it must be said that racial genes were truly powerful.

Some races, even if born female, remained flat-chested, while others, even girls who had transitioned midway, could have certain parts become enviably plump due to powerful genes.

In her past life, as a dashing uncle, her chest was flat; looking down, everything was straight. And now?

Perhaps because the corset also had a gathering and lifting effect on the chest, for an Elven girl whose certain parts were already exceptionally well-developed under normal circumstances, using a corset now made the effect even more pronounced.

Looking down, all she could see was the graceful, swelling curve, and the decorative lace flower on the chest fabric, pushed high by her ample bosom.

It seemed the days of being able to see her toes when she looked down were long gone, never to return.

“Stop, stop talking…”

The girl’s cheeks flushed crimson, the highlights gone from her black eyes. Her words could only beg Crispin not to keep rubbing salt into her wounds.

“Crispin, can we please change clothes? This outfit is just too, too conspicuous.”

Selina pleaded.

“But Your Highness, this outfit is very troublesome to put on. If you take it off and change into other clothes, it might delay us.”

Crispin had just wanted to admire her beautifully dressed Highness. Now that she was being asked to redo it, how could she agree? Her mouth was full of explanations about why it couldn’t be done and excuses.

“It won’t be delayed. If we just hurry, we can…”

Selina eagerly tried to dissuade Crispin’s idea, but at that moment, someone knocked on the dormitory door.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

The last vestiges of luck and hope on the girl’s face froze and shattered. She slowly lowered the hand that had been ready to embrace Crispin’s arms and whine, all light gone from her eyes.

‘It’s over…’

Only that thought remained in the girl’s mind.

Crispin, however, didn’t think so. She quickly pulled out the high heels she had previously prepared for His Highness from under the bed, and at the same time, handed a ladies’ folding fan to His Highness.

“Your Highness, please quickly put on your shoes. I will go open the door to welcome the guest. We cannot let a distinguished guest wait too long outside.”

After speaking, she turned and prepared to open the door.

Selina stared blankly at the folding fan in her hand, then at the pair of pink, girlish high heels placed at her feet.

“Heh, just let it all be destroyed, I’m tired…”

She sighed helplessly, then resignedly raised her small foot and slowly slipped it into the shoe.

When the door opened, and Crispin fully saw who was standing at the threshold, even though she was mentally prepared, she couldn’t help but be stunned by the aura of the Dragon Saintess she had never met before.

At the same time, she secretly rejoiced.

‘Good thing, good thing. Today’s attire for His Highness didn’t fall short, otherwise it would have been truly difficult to contend with this holy, white-haired Dragon girl.’

“Excuse me, is this Selina’s dormitory?”

Aurelia held an exquisite ladies’ parasol in her hand, asking in a clear, cold yet polite tone.

“Yes, yes, my young lady has just finished dressing. Please come in and have a seat.”

Crispin smiled broadly and made a welcoming gesture.

Aurelia nodded, then carefully lifted her skirt and stepped into the dormitory.

While the girl was still nervously wondering how the Dragon Saintess would react to seeing her outfit, the crisp sound of high heels tapping against the floor already reached her ears.

Sensing the additional presence, even if she was unwilling to face reality, a guest had arrived, and not greeting her would no longer be a matter of pride.

“Senior Aurelia, I apologize for making you wait…”

Selina’s words halted midway.

Her gaze was fixed on Aurelia’s attire for the day. For a moment, a large part of her shyness and embarrassment instantly faded.

For no other reason than Aurelia’s outfit today was by no means simpler or more casual than her own.

It was also a luxurious long dress, also adorned with countless accessories from head to toe, also with high heels. Unlike her imagined meeting with the Dragon Saintess in a simple white dress, Aurelia’s attire today also seemed exceptionally solemn.

“Not long, I just arrived.”

If one observed closely, they would notice a trace of lingering blush on Aurelia’s cheeks, but her voice was as steady as usual, preventing anyone from noticing this small detail.

Perhaps sensing the other’s gaze, the Dragon Saintess smiled slightly.

“Junior Selina looks very beautiful today. This dress combination suits you well. It seems I chose the right companion for today.”

On the commercial street of the Academy of Revelation.

The two girls, having set out together, walked side by side on one side of the road. Constantly, passersby and students who crossed their paths would turn their heads, their eyes filled with admiration at their appearance and attire.

Going shopping dressed so ostentatiously, Selina’s heart was still a bit flustered. Although in the palace, she was used to running around all day in princess dresses and crystal shoes, that was in the Elf Forest, where everyone in the palace was familiar. There were no psychological barriers among acquaintances.

But now they were on the street, and she was next to the Dragon Saintess, a somewhat special presence for her. Recalling the days when she, as a thief, protected this dragon girl being hunted by the Dragon Tribe, and then looking at the present…

‘Heh, who would have thought that the knight who once protected the princess has now become a fragile girl, just like a princess, wearing a long dress and a corset? How unpredictable life is…’

Regardless of how others saw it, Selina, under the immense contrast of her two identities, was now so ashamed she almost wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it.

‘This is truly the most universally, incredibly, unbelievably embarrassing thing ever!’