"This outfit..."

After washing up, Ogre looked at the clothes Mima had left for him.

How should I put it, they all had a simple yet appealing look.

But the pair of long white stockings at the bottom made Ogre's mouth twitch.

Having lived in human society for two years, he roughly understood the purpose and value of stockings.

Stockings were originally invented by a male count.

But as they spread, they gradually became exclusive to noblewomen.

Noblewomen discovered that these expensive silk garments showcased their allure better when worn on their legs. As they spread and developed, they became one of the exclusive standards for noblewomen.

Due to their widespread use at social balls, stockings eventually became associated with femininity. Additionally, since Engodo men had a tradition of displaying scars, stockings, which couldn't conceal scars, gradually became despised by men.

Even Ogre was influenced by this—considering them as flashy and impractical.

After all, even the cheapest stockings cost three gold coins.

If they were made from top-grade demon spider silk, they would be worth a hundred gold coins.

Looking at this pair of valuable white stockings, Ogre finally picked them up: "Oh well, if I'm going to act, I might as well go all out..."

After all, he was already wearing women's clothing, so this wasn't much of a difference.

Although Ogre didn't particularly like such eye-catching attire.

"I did underestimate the impact of the grand knight."

Once Ogre was dressed, he felt that aside from the slight tightness of the stockings, it wasn't as awkward as he had imagined.

Though this outfit wasn't suitable for combat.

In terms of comfort, however, it was top-notch. The fabric clearly wasn't old, and the hidden pockets were a nice touch, earning Ogre's approval.

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But it did lack a sense of security...

If he had to choose between comfort and security, Ogre still preferred his original inner armor.

Armor hidden beneath clothing, stitched with demon swamp crocodile skin pants and lining, was not only sturdy but also offered decent protection.

Though not as good as plate armor, it was discreet and agile.

This current outfit... could only be said to not hinder daily activities.

"It does look nice, though a bit inconvenient. But for my current identity, it serves as a kind of camouflage."

Ogre smiled at the single-sided mirror.

Who would have thought that beneath this beautiful girl's exterior lay a humanoid ogre, the kind that could kill with a single punch?

"If used well, it might have unexpected effects, though it's still too conspicuous."

Picking up the disguise mask he made not long ago, Ogre pushed open the door.

"Finished washing so quickly?" Aunt Mima was momentarily stunned when she saw Ogre emerge.

Then she noticed Ogre's appearance and attire.

Everyone has a love for beauty.

And Ogre's current outfit was undoubtedly beautiful.

The slightly high-waisted over-the-knee skirt paired with the outer short shirt accentuated his tall figure; the appropriately tied thin rope decorations appeared simple yet not cheap; the short boots, though a bit clumsy, were redeemed by the sleek and streamlined leg lines.

"Mm..." Ogre nodded, not forgetting to maintain his character.

Anyone who saw the timid-looking girl would feel a desire to protect her.

Fair skin covers all flaws, and Ogre's skin, as white as jade, was the best natural makeup, paired with outstanding features, surpassing any cosmetic.

Except for the flat chest, which was truly a pity.

"Miss Geling, even elves aren't half as beautiful as you. You're simply the most beautiful jewel in the world. If you told me you were a runaway princess, I'd believe it."

Looking at the 'timid' girl, Mima sincerely praised.

Though the words were rough, the affection was evident.

Ogre's appearance was too outstanding; even the loose, ascetic, simple nun's attire could be worn beautifully.

Not to mention the clothes Mima had carefully prepared according to her aesthetic.

"Quick, quick, hide. If those young men see you, they won't be able to focus on work." Mima teased, taking Ogre's hand.

At the same time, she took the disguise mask from Ogre's hand.

"I'll put some makeup on you later to hide you a bit. Don't wear this thing; it can ruin your skin if worn too long."

Mima said with concern.

Ogre looked at his empty left hand in surprise—he hadn't expected his appearance to be so impactful.

It worked on both men and women.

"Mm..."

But if there were makeup tools, that wouldn't be bad either.

"Come, I'll take you..."

Just as Mima was about to say something while holding Ogre's hand, there was a knock on the door.

"Aunt Mima!"

It was Macal's voice.

"That brat, wait here."

Mima softly told the girl in front of her, then strode towards the door.

When the door opened, Macal instinctively wanted to enter, but Mima blocked him: "If you have something to say, say it here."

"Uh, Aunt Mima, I brought the nun's outfit for Miss Geling..."

Macal barely finished his sentence before the door was shut in his face.

Before closing the door, Mima took the clothes from Macal's hands: "Wait outside; it's not convenient here."

Macal scratched his empty hands in confusion.

He didn't know what had gotten into his aunt, how she suddenly seemed like a different person.

She used to call him Little Carl, but now she had changed the address entirely.

"Huh?"

Macal looked to the side, wanting to say—he had also brought Maggie (Mima's daughter) back.

"Hahaha, cousin, how did you make my mom angry?" The girl in light armor beside him covered her mouth and laughed.

The door had closed too quickly, so Mima hadn't noticed Maggie standing beside her.

"How would I know..." Macal scratched his head.

As a paladin, he was swift when it came to slaying mutants, but guessing what others were thinking was a bit too much for him.

"Mom!"

Signaling Macal to step aside, Maggie began to call out.

Soon, Mima opened the door again.

"Come in." Seeing her obedient daughter, Mima beckoned her in.

And when Macal tried to enter, he was shut out again.

"Huh?"

Macal stood there, bewildered and at a loss.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Now he was left alone to guard the door.

He had wanted to see Miss Geling...