Re - Jobless Reawakening: The Succubus Sword Saint

　　The size gradually increases from left to right, and it can be clearly seen that it is a progressive state with age groups.

　　A pure white spaghetti-strap dress with a floral hem; a complicated Gothic-style puffy skirt; a beautifully crafted moon-white long skirt with a waist tie; a one-shoulder water-blue shirt top with a tasseled hem; and a black and white, elegant knee-length skirt, paired with a cute, long-brimmed, dome-shaped black hat with a strap.

　　What's even more exaggerated is.

　　There was even a low-cut evening gown, which came with a beautiful silver pendant and necklace on the hanger.

　　Very beautiful, and the style is very fashionable.

　　Sylphy couldn't help but feel

　　Sure enough, Alice would refuse to wear these clothes.

　　Because the feminine features are too obvious, wearing it like this will only affect the opponent's sword swinging speed

　　Then, as she watched, Hilda waved her fingers on her clothes, glancing at Sylphy.

　　Finally, under Sylphy's trembling eyes,

　　Shi Shiran pressed on the evening dress.

　　(End of this chapter)

Chapter 135: Clothes Sylphy took off, clothes Eren never wore

　　Hilda spoke up.

　　"Then let's take this one!"

　　"I made it two years ago. Sylphy has a very petite figure, so it might be a little big for her, but this slightly lazy style is popular in the capital recently, so it's just right."

　　Upon hearing this, Sylphy's eyes widened and she shook her head quickly!! Quite like Alan's sword god style!!

　　"Mrs. Fufufufufu! Alan and the others are still outside! How can we do this!"

　　Before she could finish her panicked words, Sylphy turned around and tried to run, but ended up bumping her head against the wall.

　　She staggered on the spot, lowering her head and covering her forehead in pain.

　　After being stunned for a while, he secretly looked up at Hilda, with a blush on his face.

　　Hilda shook her head helplessly and smiled.

　　She moved her hand away from the evening gown and placed it on the moon-white long skirt with a waist tie beside her.

　　"This one? I made it for Alice three years ago, but she didn't even come in when I asked her to come and see it. Haha, the size should be just right for you now. You should like this color, right?"

　　Sylphy blinked and stared at the moon-white dress.

　　"I like this one, but is it too presumptuous to wear something you made?"

　　"But it has never been worn by anyone. Will Sylphy be the first one to wear it? Wear it so that it will no longer be covered in dust in the dark closet. Show it to the public."

　　"sun."

　　Hilda smiled.

　　After hearing this, Sylphy was stunned.

　　During this time, Hilda had already picked up the clothes and was measuring them in front of Sylphy.

　　"It's quite appropriate."

　　Then he looked at Sylphy's face expectantly.

　　The latter hesitated for a moment, then carefully reached out to take the clothes.

　　The two were silent for a moment, staring into each other's pupils.

　　Hilda blinked.

　　"Is it because we don't meet often that you feel shy to change clothes in front of me?"

　　After saying this, she turned around and walked out the door without waiting for Sylphy to answer.

　　"Then I'll wait for you outside."

　　"good"

　　After the door closed, Sylphy glanced at the very 'bold' evening dress in the closet and shrank her head.

　　The color is your favorite color

　　But it's a bit too much.

　　Thinking of this, she looked down at the moon-white skirt in her hands, with a hint of joy in her eyes.

　　Turn your head.

　　Next to him is a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

　　In the mirror.

　　The white skirt of the white-haired, red-eyed girl was soaked through and stuck tightly to her body. Her shoulders and back looked a little thin, and her collarbones extended from the bottom of her neck to both sides, forming a gentle ridge.

　　The waist-to-hip ratio, which has begun to develop, is very soft and beautiful, revealing the youthfulness of a girl.

　　Unlike the slender arms and calves——

　　Her thighs were already slightly fleshy, and she had inherited the most attractive leg and hip lines of the long-eared people. The white garters stuck to her skin, causing it to turn slightly red over time, leaving two shallow parallel red marks.

　　"call"

　　Sylphy reached out and touched the garter stockings, and found that they were not wet, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The garter stockings were specially matched by Lilia for her skirt, and she said it was very suitable for her. It seemed that they were specially made for her maid skirt. However, the size was not suitable for Lilia to wear, and she didn't know why she bought them.

　　She had tried it once and felt it wasn't suitable so she was going to return it to Lilia, but Alan who 'accidentally' walked by and saw it caught her and kept praising her.

　　In the end, I just stayed like this.

　　There are only two.

　　So she usually doesn't wear it when it rains, but the weather was nice today, so she took it out and wore it again.

　　Sylphy stared at the mirror for a long while, exhaled, crossed her arms in front of her, and grabbed the wet hem of her skirt with her backhand.

　　Lift it up slowly.

　　The sunlight shines into the house from the window.

　　The transparent skirt was dragged up from downstream.

　　Her skin is very white.

　　Compared to the wet, pale skirt, it looks more pink and translucent.

　　It is also more delicate and soft.

　　With a snap, Sylphy took off the water-soaked skirt and draped it on the back of a chair beside her.

　　The latter took a step forward, stepped on the soft carpet, and slowly sank into it, pulling the toes of his white socks.

　　Then lift it up again.

　　step.

　　Two steps.

　　With a slight creaking sound of the carpet, she came to the closet.

　　He reached out and touched the moon-white corseted long skirt.

　　The touch was different from the one she was wearing.

　　It feels a bit hard, but the texture is very soft.

　　This is the texture feedback produced by high weave count and excellent material.

　　Sylphy grabbed the clothes and was about to pick them up, but her eyes glanced at the evening dress near the inside of the closet again, and then quickly looked away.

　　But his hands froze.

　　She shifted her gaze back again.

　　Her reddish-brown pupils widened, as if she had seen something that surprised her.

　　After a moment.

　　Sylphy slowly reached out her hand.

　　Open the other half of the closet door.

　　What caught her eye was.

　　Rows of exquisitely shaped garments were densely packed on the other side of the closet.

　　It's men's clothing.

　　From children's styles to adult styles, it covers all age groups and is very complete.

　　A starched hunting suit; a fur-trimmed robe; a starched black dress.

　　A pure white shirt; a soft short-sleeved shirt made of exquisite material; and long pants with a smooth texture.

　　The stitches are getting finer and finer.

　　The texture is becoming more and more exquisite.

　　Right now.

　　Sylphy looked at these clothes, as if she saw the 'traces of time'.

　　It flows between every stitch.

　　Witness why Hilda has such outstanding craftsmanship.

　　And why did she still retain her interest in needlework after becoming the lady of the Boreas family?

　　Witnessed her too.

　　Year after year of hopeless expectations.

　　because

　　The clothes are all brand new.

　　Never worn by anyone.

　　Sylphy's fingers were shaking a little. She wanted to touch the clothes, but finally withdrew her hand.

　　The thought of 'clarity' came to my mind.

　　Why did Hilda invite Alan along?

　　because.

　　She also wanted the look to be close to her children's and Ellen also 'helped try on' the clothes.

　　These

　　Accumulated over countless nights over more than ten years.

　　But never worn by anyone

　　'expect'.

　　——

　　Hilda stood outside the door, turning her head to look out the window at the treetops.

　　She always behaved like this when she was alone in her room.

　　Sometimes, new maids would blush and say, "The lady's gaze seems distant, but also kind."

　　Hilda just smiled softly and didn't explain anything.

　　Right now.

　　If you look closely into her eyes, you will find out where this "very far away" evaluation comes from.

　　Because her gaze was not focused on the treetops.

　　The leaves swayed in the wind, making rustling sounds that came into the room through the window.

　　Hilda's eyes did not waver at all.

　　She was looking at somewhere very far away.

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