The servants of the Barry family all understood.
Their master, Mel Barry, wasn't an easy man to serve.
He was fat and bulky, yet always made sure he looked immaculate—
His hair oil had to be the finest Stankon, he never wore the same perfume twice in a month, the bow tie at his neck was always perfectly straight, and even his cufflinks had to be set with gems and gold...
"These nobles in Dragon Gold City have heads like holey cheese!"
Whenever they struggled to squeeze their master into a gorgeous, bulky coat bright enough to blind anyone who looked at it, they would hear him say:
"Why do I do everything perfectly, yet people still say I smell like farm manure?"
They really wanted to complain:
"That style of dress became a thing of the past decades ago. These days, nobles favor a more understated elegance..."
Take the noblewomen, for instance. They always wore dresses that clung to their figures, showing off their graceful curves without being too showy—
The designs were simple, but the fabric had to be the finest.
The servants wouldn't dare tell their master the truth.
After all, their master was very willing to spend money.
If they wanted to earn more and avoid being thrown out, it was best to keep him happy—
But clearly, for the past few months, their master hadn't been so particular.
These days, after being helped out of bed each morning, he would put on nothing but a silk robe, then stand on the enormous balcony and gaze silently toward the Upper City on the cliff. Every so often, he would sigh:
"The wind sure is boisterous today."
As if he were gazing at a girl he loved but could never have.
It wasn't until a few days