Why Should I Help You?

This was too gaudy. Not to mention that showing up on the battlefield would make him look like an idiot, but just walking down the road, he'd receive the contemptuous gazes of many people.

Roland was getting ready to take off these pieces of magic equipment. He had decided that this appearance would remain in the lab from now on and that no outsider should get a glimpse of it under normal circumstances.

However, just as he was about to take off his magic equipment, Andonara, who had been standing and watching on the side, trotted over and stopped him.

"Roland, what are you doing? Why are you taking off such a good-looking outfit?"

"Good-looking?" Roland tugged at the corners of his mouth. He thought Andonara had meant the opposite; he wanted to take it off even more.

However, Andonara pressed down his hands, this queen's eyes bursting with bright light. "It's really good-looking, it suits you."