"No matter how excellent I am, I'm still an attendant, right? Miss, you need to be confident. An excellent attendant is like the jewels on a gown, which only further accentuate the owner's nobility and strength."
Ruthfiel laughed as she said this.
To this, the homebody witch rolled her eyes in exasperation.
Although she didn't quite understand the hypocritical politeness of the aristocrats, she did know that a gown wasn't better just because it was more luxurious; it depended on whether the wearer could carry it off.
Take, for example, those expensive clothes in Senior Mia's wardrobe. Those luxurious gowns looked elegant and dignified on the Golden Princess, but on her, Dorothy...
Well, unless she stopped hiding the Face of God, otherwise she really couldn't pull it off; she'd look like a monkey wearing a crown—a little person flaunting wealth.
Forget it, being a little person flaunting wealth suits her well.
