Raphael Earhart
Fifteen minutes later, I had changed into tattered clothes stained with dirt, let my hair down, and dyed it yellow with temporary color. To further blend in and conceal my masculine features, I smeared soil on my face and hands, carefully spreading it over my cheeks and chin.
In the reflection of the blade leaning against the wall, I looked like an ordinary street girl who had spent her whole life in the slums. The clothes hung loosely, torn in places, and my hair was matted with grime. Everything was ready.
«It suits you, heh-heh,» — Harumi teased.
«Shut up.»
As if I enjoyed dressing like this.
Meanwhile, Renald had donned an elegant, expensive suit provided by Erin. A crisp white shirt accentuated his figure, while a long dark cloak draped over his shoulders gave him an imposing, aristocratic air. He looked as though he had been born into nobility rather than raised as a common soldier.
