Clint finally walked out from the fitting room, The staff followed after him, holding a small booklet, explaining politely,
"Once the uniform is finished, sire, we will deliver it directly to the duke's estate. Please allow a few days for the embroidery and adjustments."
Clint just nodded with little interest, while the duke, who was waiting by the counter, wrote something on a paper and placed it together with a pouch of coins on the table.
The staff quickly bowed and accepted the payment, but when the duke turned around, lowering his hood slightly, the other staff heard the Estate they belong.
Their eyes went wide. One of them gasped softly, covering her mouth,"Oh my! That's the duke?!"
Another clasped her hands together, whispering with a flustered smile, "Kyaaah! No wonder he's so handsome! That aura… we should have treated him better!"
