Half an hour earlier, not far from Novarian's current location, Arthur stood tall with an extremely serious expression on his face. As with his previous trip into the forest, he wore a black cloak that concealed his body, and in his right hand he carried the wooden mask, now slightly charred from what had happened the last time.
Laid out before him on the ground was a clean noble's outfit, sky blue in color and adorned with golden trim. Beside the outfit sat a small barrel half-filled with Beast Lure
Arthur stared at the items with a complicated expression before sighing.
"These clothes are a bit ugly, but they'll do. That Duncan has no sense of fashion."
There hadn't been any especially elegant outfits that met Arthur's strict requirements. Even after rummaging through all the castle's wardrobes, this was the best he found—the very one Duncan used to wear to formal banquets.
