After the Fall of the Demon Race, Reincarnated as a Demon Girl - Chapter 26

When her gaze fell upon the two garments in the shop assistant’s hands, Renith’s steps unconsciously faltered.

One was a dress. The other was also a dress.

Dresses tended to be a hindrance in combat, restricting movement in many ways. Moreover, Renith couldn’t conceal her appearance indefinitely. As a demon, she had distinctive purple eyes and black hair, making her stand out slightly in a crowd.

Of course, she could manage the aforementioned issues well enough.

Truth be told, the core of the matter was that Renith simply didn’t want to wear these kinds of clothes. Firstly, there was no necessity, and secondly, it offered her no tangible benefit.

“These are indeed beautiful, but they’re not quite to my taste. Do you have any more neutral-style clothing here?”

As she spoke, Renith glanced around, her eyes finally settling on a black hoodie hanging on the wall. From every angle, this hooded sweatshirt seemed perfect for her, as if tailor-made.

The woman facing Renith had years of experience in the fashion industry. With just that one sentence from Renith, she immediately understood her customer’s preferences; she’d encountered this type before.

A professional smile touched the assistant’s lips as she turned and fetched two pairs of jeans, two pairs of sweatpants, and a pair of white sneakers from a nearby rack. “If you prefer this style, I suggest pairing them like this. Oh, and you can use the fitting rooms on the right; there’s an empty one available.”

“Alright, I’ll try them on,” Renith replied with a slight nod.

The assistant warmly guided Renith toward the fitting rooms. Just as Renith was about to enter, she seemed to remember something. Her eyes quickly scanned the surrounding shelves before landing on the lingerie section.

“One moment.”

Renith spoke softly, simultaneously giving her chest a quick press to confirm the size.

Her gaze then darted across the shelves, swiftly selecting a few bras and panties. She draped them casually over her arm and, with composed steps, carried them into the fitting room.

After using a simple magic sweep to check the fitting room for anything unusual, Renith drew the curtain. She removed her robe, and as her clothes slipped away, her smooth, jade-like skin was instantly exposed to the air, glowing faintly under the fitting room lights.

She stood quietly before the mirror, carefully examining her reflection.

Her sleek black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, resting lightly on her fair shoulders and neck. The stark contrast between the black hair and her pale skin made her complexion appear even more luminous. Set within her eye sockets were a pair of deep, beautiful amethyst eyes.

Hmm, quite pretty. Compared to all the demons Renith had ever seen, this appearance could probably rank within the top five.

But she couldn’t just stay exposed like this, could she?

Renith looked at the underwear in her hands and began putting them on clumsily. She possessed the theoretical knowledge, but this was her first time actually doing it.

She deftly pulled on the panties, then picked up the bra. Her fingers fumbled somewhat unfamiliarity with the small hooks, taking a little effort to fasten them properly.

With the most troublesome task done, Renith quickly pulled on the hoodie and sweatpants. She used [Light Bend] to alter her appearance and stepped out of the fitting room.

“Oh, very nice! Miss, you have such lovely features. This dress would really accentuate your elegance; are you sure you won’t consider it?” The shop assistant, seeing the appearance Renith projected with [Light Bend], thought she was a natural beauty who, with a little styling, could undoubtedly captivate many men.

Driven by professionalism and admiration for Renith’s projected looks, the assistant once again recommended several new fashion items.

Just as Renith was about to refuse, Roganne suddenly popped out from the side. She clutched two small bags of clothes in her arms, her eyes roving up and down Renith’s outfit.

“It’s alright, I suppose… but it definitely doesn’t look as good as those two dresses would. I don’t know why you don’t like wearing dresses, but since we’re here, you might as well try a few more. Anyway, whether you buy them or not is our decision.” Roganne shot a meaningful glance at the shop assistant, who stepped forward and pressed the dresses into Renith’s arms.

“This young lady is quite right. It’s a shame to refuse without even trying them on; it’s a valuable experience. Of course, I do hope you’ll make a purchase—after all, I’m a salesperson; this is my livelihood.”

“A valuable experience, huh…”

The assistant’s offhand remark struck a chord within Renith, hitting right on target.

Although Renith had learned about various types of clothing forty or fifty years prior, modern clothing design really couldn’t compare to the past.

As the transmigrators would say, “Hearing something a hundred times isn’t as good as seeing it once; seeing it a hundred times isn’t as good as trying it once.” Only by personally wearing and experiencing the clothes could one truly grasp their charm and unique feel.

Renith agreed. Holding the dresses, she went back into the fitting room.

Compared to the straightforward hoodie, these dresses required an extra step: zipping up the back. But this didn’t pose a problem for Renith.

She put on a sun hat and emerged from the fitting room.

The pure white dress clung snugly to her upper body. The delicate fabric followed the curves of her form, perfectly outlining Renith’s figure.

Although not plump and full, her slenderness reveals just the right charm, her waist is slender enough to be held in one hand, and her slightly undulating lines are beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

“This one is really nice! The white makes your blonde hair look even better!” Roganne exclaimed appreciatively nearby, while the shop assistant nodded vigorously.

Renith tried on the remaining items: a blue-and-white short-sleeved dress, a light green one, a long-sleeved off-white dress, one with an oil-painting print…

Roganne circled Renith, looking left and right, her gaze lingering on each outfit Renith wore. The more she looked, the more it seemed each piece was custom-made for Renith.

She thought to herself that if Renith were just a bit taller, she’d be a natural clothes hanger.

But even as she was now, it was quite enviable.

“What do you think?” Roganne asked, holding up one dress in each hand and looking at Renith, who was currently wearing the oil-painting style dress.

“From a daily wear perspective, the quality and design of these dresses in recent years are quite good. But as I said before, I simply don’t need these.”

Hearing that Renith still had no desire to buy, Roganne’s head drooped.

“Alright then~ So, have you decided to buy these?” Roganne asked.

Renith nodded, handed the dresses back to the shop assistant, and then pointed to the shoes stacked on the seat. “Could you swap these for black ones as well?”

“You go ahead and settle the total bill with the assistant at the counter. I’m going to look around some more. Call me when you’re done~” Roganne, already carrying two bags, quickly scurried off to browse another rack.

Renith changed back into her clothes and the properly sized black sneakers, gathered her robe containing the codex, and followed the shop assistant to the checkout counter.

After the prices were tallied, Renith called for Roganne.

Roganne appeared, now holding two additional bags. She placed all four bags on the counter. The assistant gathered them together, adding the cost of Roganne’s new purchases to the price of the clothes Renith had originally considered. After some calculation, the total came to two gold coins and four silver coins.

After payment, the assistant gave Renith an extra bag to hold her heavy codex and the robe she had changed out of.

Renith inwardly marveled at the somewhat exaggerated price. Just a single trip to a clothing store had cost nearly two months’ wages for an average worker at a breeding farm.

Hmm… No matter how you looked at it, it was too much spending. I should find a way to compensate her next time.

Thinking this, Renith walked out of the “Nomanni” fashion boutique with Roganne, heading in the opposite direction of the law firm.

“Huh? Shouldn’t we be heading back?” Renith snapped back to attention, realizing this wasn’t the route to the firm.

“Of course not! After all the hard work of coming out, it’s too boring to just go back home after buying something. There are so many things to experience on this street, but now I can only stare at the dying potted plant indoors—”

“Consider it part of hosting a guest!! Please—” Roganne pleaded desperately.

“If you want to browse, go ahead. I’m heading back.” Renith didn’t listen. After uttering those words, she turned and walked toward the law firm without a backward glance, leaving Roganne alone in the crowd.

“Alright, alright, I get it…” Roganne quickly caught up to Renith, muttering as they walked, “You look so young, yet you act so stuffy. Everyone’s like that, so boring.”

After that, the two walked some distance apart, not exchanging a single word.

…

Antina walked with steady steps toward the northern office district. On the bustling street, her attire was no different from anyone else’s. Only the deliberately lowered brim of her hat hinted at a desire to avoid excessive attention. She walked briskly, heading straight into an office building on the street corner.

Once inside, she quickly pulled a slip of paper from her bosom, carefully comparing it to the address. Confirming it was correct, she strode up the stairs.

Reaching the designated door, she took a deep breath and gently pushed it open. Inside, rows of neat chairs were arranged. She scanned the room with her eyes, then took a seat in one of the chairs, quietly waiting for what was to come.

In just over ten minutes, all twenty or thirty chairs in the room were occupied. Latecomers, finding no seats available, had no choice but to stand in the back row. The already limited space became increasingly cramped, with people jostling shoulder to shoulder, the very air seeming to grow thick.

The noise of conversation filled the room until a figure in a light blue suit squeezed into the center of the twenty or thirty chairs.

He cleared his throat twice, and the surroundings quieted down.

“Everyone, this is our second meeting.”

“Hmm, the turnout is even larger than last time. I am pleased.”

“The agenda for this meeting is a piece of news—a rumor: The Empire has dispatched a «Chosen One» to oversee the entire city of Mobius.”