The Villainous Noblewoman Is About to Be Forced into Love, Isn't This Wrong?-Chapter 88: Hanging silk puppet

Liana brought Loraviel to the entrance of the Angus Commerce Association, where most of the area belonged to the Angus territory, making it the right place to shop.

Liana found a clothing store that seemed less busy than before. After all, nobles usually celebrated birthdays in their manors, wearing their most expensive outfits, which hardly made the store's offerings appealing.

Moreover, with so many places to buy clothes, there was no need to come here specifically for that.

"Welcome, Princess Liana," the shopkeeper, recognizing Liana, greeted her—a rarity in Lisat Kingdom would be if someone didn't recognize her.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Ovila, and I am the manager of this store."

Ovila looked up, her flaxen hair cascading down her back, and her figure was perfectly accentuated by a flaxen cheongsam, revealing her well-defined curves. The slit of the cheongsam extended up to her thigh, occasionally revealing gartered stockings, sparking much imagination with her dazzlingly white thighs.

As the manager, her attire was of course stunning—how else to convince others to buy clothes here?

Liana glanced around and noticed an automated tailoring machine in the back, likely a piece of magical equipment.

"Do you sell magical clothes inscribed with spells here?" Liana inquired.

"Magical clothes with inscriptions?" Ovila frowned slightly.

These garments, which could enhance the wearer's magical abilities, were like those worn by the first prince and the Marquis of Kairlet. They could slightly increase magic recovery, speed, strength, and magical storage, while also reducing the intensity and consumption of magic used.

The materials for these clothes were very expensive, and they required specialists to inscribe the spells, making them ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) accessible only to the nobility.

But there was a catch: one had to be able to use magic to activate the spells on the clothes; otherwise, they were no different from ordinary clothes.

And it was well-known that Liana could not use magic—why would she want such clothes?

However, as a member of the Angus Commerce Association and a shopkeeper in Lisat Capital, Ovila knew what to do. She wouldn’t point out Liana’s inability to use magic.

She simply needed to tell the customer where the requested items were, their price, and their functions. Anything else was not her concern.

"Of course, what kind of magical clothes would you like to purchase, Princess Liana?" Ovila asked.

Liana pointed to Loraviel, "Pick a few suitable outfits for her. I'm thinking something for home, plus something more formal, and three sets for training. The materials need to be top-notch, with the front more comfortable and the back more durable. Opt for enchantments that enhance magic recovery, defense, and physical stamina."

Loraviel looked back at Ovila, "Understood."

"Do all the garments need to be enchanted?" Ovila questioned.

"She should try them first, given the high cost. I doubt even the daughter of the Venus family would feel the pinch of such prices," Ovila reasoned.

"But isn't it too extravagant to buy just for her? It might be better to confirm first; I don't want to waste effort."

"Money is not an issue; that's for you to consider. Just bring the clothes as I requested," Liana responded, slightly annoyed.

"Actually, only those three training outfits need spells, but since we're here, buying a few more for Loraviel wouldn’t hurt. Consider it compensation."

"I apologize, Princess Liana."

"Although it’s Loraviel who will wear these, if I find out you've used subpar materials, even here in Lisat Capital, I can find a way to shut you down," Liana warned.

"Rest assured, Princess Liana, this store is part of the Angus Commerce Association, and we wouldn’t do anything to tarnish our reputation," Ovila assured her.

"What kind of styles do you need to buy then? That way I can make them more efficiently," Ovila asked.

"Made to order?"

"Yes, all our clothes here are tailor-made on the spot," Ovila explained.

"We don’t let customers wear pre-worn clothes."

"Then what are these clothes displayed here for?" Liana asked.

"They’re just to show the styles available to customers. You can also opt for custom designs. Whatever the customer needs, I can accommodate," Ovila explained.

"How would you know if they fit if you don't try them on?"

"To solve that, someone developed this magical device." Ovila pulled a cloth aside to reveal a mirror.

"Princess Liana, could you please stand here?"

With a skeptical look, Liana stepped in front of the mirror.

"What’s wrong?"

Ovila took a dress from the rack, placed it in front of the mirror, and then touched the mirror, infusing it with magic.

The image of Liana in the mirror now wore the dress that Ovila had just positioned behind her.

Liana clasped her hands over her chest.

"Don't worry, Princess Liana, this is just an illusion,"

"The dress projected on you doesn't actually touch your body. Otherwise, this mirror would have been discarded long ago, and it would also damage the reputation of the Angus Commerce Association."

"Is that so?" Liana watched her mirrored self move slightly; the dress shifted a bit, proving you could only really look, not move around too much.

Loraviel, watching Princess Liana in the mirror, thought she looked adorable. She kind of wanted the mirror so she could help Liana change outfits anytime, anywhere.

"So, are the spells for the garments prepared now?" Liana asked.

"Of course, we need to tailor the garments to the customer’s needs to make them perfect," Ovila replied.

"I see."

Liana turned to Loraviel, "Pick whatever clothes you want."

This left Loraviel somewhat perplexed; she was good at picking clothes for others, but when it came to her own attire, she was quite indifferent—as long as she could wear them, it was fine.

"Can Princess Liana help me choose?" Loraviel asked.

"Don't you usually pick out clothes for me quite capably?" Liana responded.

This made Loraviel happy because it meant that Princess Liana appreciated the clothes she usually picked for her.

Flattered and pleased, Loraviel pondered why she was so good at selecting Liana's attire. Initially, it was because Liana was naturally beautiful, making most outfits look good on her unless they were deliberately odd.

Later, it became a kind of guilty pleasure for Loraviel, choosing outfits she personally wanted to see Liana wear, like dressing up a doll and admiring Liana from time to time.

"Because Princess Liana looks good in anything," Loraviel said sincerely.

"Fine, since you've leaned on me this much, I'll let it slide this time," Liana turned to Ovila, "As the manager, you must know which clothes would suit Loraviel, right?"

"What kind of requirements are there?" Ovila asked.

Liana thought for a moment, "She needs garters!"

"Garters are essential! They're perfect! Especially the ones that snug around the thigh, just irresistible!"

"Garters, I understand," Ovila nodded, then looked at Loraviel, gesturing with her fingers as if measuring, then waved her hand, and a garment flew off the rack into her hands.

Seeing Liana's puzzled look, Ovila explained, "Princess Liana, this is my magic."

Ovila gestured over the garment, touching a silver thread. "Marionette threads, I can manipulate everything in this room with them."

"Can you manipulate people as well then?" Liana asked.

"You needn't worry, Princess. My power is limited to just clothing in this room. Controlling a magician, let alone a grown adult, is very challenging," Ovila admitted her magical talent was not high—merely at an intermediate level for a great mage.

Yet, managing small items like these was easy for her, and she didn't have high ambitions beyond making beautiful clothes and seeing others wear her creations.

"That's a frightening ability," Liana noted.

"Don't worry, I don't have the capacity to use it on others," Ovila reassured her.

Then she turned to Loraviel.

"Why don't you try this on? Miss," Ovila handed over the pale blue dress.

"This dress is more suitable for winter. It's made from dungeon spider silk, so it's very comfortable to wear."

Dungeon spider silk...

At the mention of this, Liana twitched slightly—why was it here too?

Loraviel took the dress, feeling the cool, comfortable fabric.

"If there are no issues, please stand in front of the mirror," Ovila suggested.

Loraviel stood in front of the mirror, trying on the new dress, "Princess Liana, what do you think?"

Liana inspected briefly, "Good, let's go with this one."

Professional indeed, Ovila knew how to bring out Loraviel's charm with the right clothing.

"I understand," Ovila lifted her hand.

Needles, measuring tapes, and fabrics floated in the air, intertwining under Ovila's control into a unique spectacle.

"Do you not need to take measurements?" Liana asked.

"My eyes are my measure; years of experience allow me to know what size fits just by looking," Ovila explained.

"That includes you, Princess Liana."

Liana stepped back, hands over her slightly protruding belly, "This is not! A young girl's body is a secret!"

"Are you also handling the inscription of the spells?" Liana inquired.

"Of course, I handle all these tasks alone."

"Are you that skilled? But didn't you say your magical power isn't very strong, might the inscribed spells be too powerful?"

Liana understood that the more powerful the mage, the more potent the inscribed spells.

Ovila paused her work, "To get more powerful spells, indeed, a more powerful mage is needed, and they must understand garment magic. Such individuals are rare, and they usually ask for more than just money."

"Then you do it," Liana didn't want to deal with strange people, and truly powerful individuals probably wouldn't spare her a glance.

"I will continue then," Ovila resumed making Loraviel's dress.

Soon, a pale blue dress appeared in Ovila's hands, the hem adorned with a faint golden magical inscription, "This is a ceremonial gown, so I've only inscribed spells that enhance recovery speed, making it more comfortable to wear."

"Can't you inscribe a few more? I'll pay extra," Liana offered.

"The material of the dress and the skills of the engraver matter because this is a ceremonial dress, so I chose this material for comfort, but it can only support one spell. More would be too much for it to handle, and my abilities are limited; I can only write basic spells," Ovila explained.

"Why don't you try it on?" Liana handed the dress over, feeling its comfort.

"Okay," Loraviel nodded.

"Do you need help? It might be difficult to put this on alone," Ovila suggested.

"No need," Loraviel refused to let anyone other than Liana touch her.

"Don't waste too much of my time, I'll help you," Liana was also curious about how Loraviel would look in the dress.

"Okay..." Loraviel nodded.

As they stepped into the fitting room, Mepeilu's voice came from outside.

"Ovila!"

"What is it, Princess? You're a big star now; what brings you to my little shop? Did something go wrong with a dress?"

"Has Liana been here?" Mepeilu hurriedly asked.

"Yes, Princess Liana was indeed here."

"Where did she go now?"