Ray shrugged his shoulders, trying to make his suit feel comfortable. The dark blue material didn't seem to like him very much, the stitch was quite restrictive, forcing him to constantly restrict himself just to ensure that he didn't tear it apart.

The poor thing wasn't really made for high Tiered individuals, but it was the best he could get in the time he had. Thirty minutes was just enough to grab a random suit off the shelf from the merchants district and dress himself.

Ray walked out, still trying to adjust to the stitch on his shoulder. The blazer was probably a size too small. At least the pants were ok, Ray wasn't sure he could bear to attend if they weren't.

"How do I look?" he asked the crowd in the bakery.

"Like you just walked out of a bad tailor shop." Rena said, not mincing her words.

"Well, it was the best I could do." Ray said, shrugging.

"Ray, do you know that your shoulders look like there are thorns emerging from them when you shrug?" Anita said, giggling.

Rena giggled. "I think you might want to ask your Aunt if she has anything, you look ridiculous."

"Or maybe I could just skip it?" Ray said, earning a dark look from Anita. Well, the Void princess had spoken, but he still wasn’t in the mood for a party.

Anita called Aunty Ariana, handing the communicator to Ray.

"Are you seriously telling me that you don't have a single blazer?" Aunty Arian said, sounding shocked.

"Yes, I didn't exactly have much use for one before." Ray said, rolling his eyes.

"Hmm, why don't you ask that master of yours.? I am sure he has something in that treasury of his." Aunty Ariana said.

"I can't exactly ask for a set of armor, so I can go to a party…" Ray said.

"Why not? I am going to be wearing armor anyway, just stylish armor." Aunty Ariana said. Ray wondered if he had teleported to another world. Wearing armor at parties? What was up with these nobles?

Shaking his head, Ray called up the Dean, not knowing what to do.

"Yes? Does Ariana want something else teleported and decided to not risk asking herself?" the Dean said, making Ray wonder how much Aunty Ariana had asked for.

"No, I am calling for myself. Do you happen to have any magic blazers I could borrow?" Ray said, hesitantly.

"Well, there are multiple pieces of armor in the Treasury if you want them." the Dean said. Ray winced at the mention of the Treasury.

"And what would borrowing a set cost me?" he asked, hesitantly.

The Dean huffed, "Ray, I am not some greedy weirdo. Just take a set from the Treasury, I will teleport you in. I would get judged too if you came to the party in some weird dress.

Ray suddenly found himself in the Treasury, still lit up by pink, silver and golden mana. The Dean appeared next to him a few seconds later, looking at him like he was a beast in a zoo.

"Ray, remind me to never trust your fashion sense. Now, which of these things would be good for you?" he asked

Ray asked the Fae stone, letting it guide him. And once again, he was led to the high Tier area.

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"I see that you're once more aiming high. " The Dean noted as they headed in that direction.

"I blame the Fae stone." Ray stated.

"Yes, well it's the one guiding you, but you're the one looking for an emergency blazer from an armory full of powerful weapons. Can’t really blame it for not having a good fit.

Well, at least the Xnarthan's face will be something to see when you arrive in some high Tier armor. “The Dean said as they arrived in front of a hat. The hat had a problem, it was feminine. A better description would be a tiara that was for some reason on a summer hat. A string of information entered Ray's brain as he stood there.

"The hat is the chosen garment of an Elven princess,"Ray said.

"I can see why." the Dean said, touching the sparkling ruby flowers that littered the peach colored hat.

"But it can transform into whatever garment the hat thinks will suit its wearer. So it should, theoretically, turn into a blazer." Ray said.

"Well, either that or I get to see you in a dress. Come on, how do you activate this thing?" the Dean asked, smiling a bit too widely for Ray's comfort.

Gulping his fear down, Ray hesitantly put the hat on his head, pouring mana into it. The hat began to glow as a shroud of glittery white surrounded Ray. A few seconds later, he emerged, thankfully wearing what looked like a suit.

Ray could still feel his earlier suit, the uncomfortable thing definitely hadn't disappeared. An illusion? Ray tilted his head as the Fae stone replied, sending him the information he wanted. The magic of the hat was mysterious, even more than the Fae crown.

The crown was easy to identify, the hat was a finely threaded artifact of mana. The Fae stone couldn't tell how it worked, but it estimated the artifact to be something close to the crown in power. Just not in combat, the hat just seemed to be a very, very powerful dressing artifact. And then the stone told him the story around it.

Ray wasn't particularly interested. An Elven Queen was worried about whether her only daughter would be able to survive with how bad she was with dressing up. So she weaved it with her last breath, blah blah blah. Ray turned out at that point. At least that explained the stone's power.

Ray looked towards the Dean, expecting him to have some comment. To his surprise, the old man was staring at him with narrowed eyes.

"Ray, I need you to do that listing soon, I want to know what other treasures I have here. What a clever little hat…come on, we have no time to waste." Now confused, Ray looked for a reflective surface, not particularly hard in a room full of shiny weapons and jewelry. The nearby sword was enough.

The hat had turned into a red-gold coronet with rubies dotting its structure. The suit had turned white with red and golden stitching. The changes were minimal, the effect? Not so much. The look matched with Ray's features, making him look like he was hard to approach. Just what he wanted for this party, now he would be able to stand in the back and not be troubled.

A wisp of red-gold mana nudged Ray, making him take a particular standing position. The effect made him look more regal than standoffish. The hat helped with body language too. The Fae stone certainly knew what it was doing.

"Well?" the Dean asked, waving his staff. Ray nodded, walking towards him as the hat nudged his pace and told him to hold his hands behind him. Ok, this was getting irritating. Could he delay it till he was actually at the party? The suit suddenly disappeared, Ray landing back in his awkward suit. The Dean looked at him, now curious.

"I, ugh, dismissed it." Ray said, pretty sure that was what had happened. What a strange artifact. Perhaps he should have paid more attention to the background story.

"Do you want to go straight to the party or to your house?" the Dean asked.

"Just home, I want to change into something more comfortable." Ray said as the Dean nodded. A couple of seconds later, he was back in his bedroom. Ray changed into his usual set of shirt and pants before telling the hat to begin again.

The suit appeared again, making Ray straighten up under the hat's nudges. Shaking his head at the hat's quirks, he walked down the stairs, acting like he was a strutting peacock.

"And here I thought I was overdressed." Nora's voice said from the ground floor. Ray found her standing in a floor length shimmering black dress. The entire ensemble seemed to be bejeweled, not so much to be gaudy, but enough to make it seem fancy. The bigger surprise was the woman standing behind her.

The Rebel Queen herself in a violet cocktail dress. The only visible change Ray could see to her appearance was that she seemed a lot weaker than before. A suppressing artifact?

"I decided I wanted to laugh at the Xnarthan in person. The Marchioness was quite pleased with my decision."she said, her assessing Ray even as she did so.

"Are we finally ready?" the Dean said, dressed in a black suit that did little to hide his belly. Though he did seem a bit miffed at the people around him. Rean was looking at them like they were a group of animals on the street.

"Yes, they do seem to be.” Rena said, looking at the group before turning to Ray. "Ray, I want stories, a lot of them."

"I am sure the Marchioness will be happy to let you in." the Rebel Queen said, causing an irritated Dean to stop his teleportation.

"I fear I am a bit too underwhelming for this party, your majesty, perhaps a different one later." she said as the Dean teleported them