Of Woden's Blood
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It felt like quite a while since he had to dress up for fancy banquets even if his birthday had been less than two months ago. Maybe it was just the times in the Jewel Maze, where he hadn't needed to keep up appearances to anyone—the System and Brunilda already knew this unfiltered version of him—that played with his sense of time.
Technically, he hadn't seen the sun for five days, which would typically throw a person off when it came to the perception of time.
Either way, he fiddled with his tie and cufflinks before running a hand through his hair and thinking for the umpteenth time he wished it was acceptable for New Albion noblemen to pull their hair up in anything other than a low tail (and it had to be done with a ribbon too, apparently).
"Okay. I'm ready," Mattheus sighed and stated to Lula.