Samael had told me he and I would travel alone. He also asked the maidservants for me to have a change of clothes in a much simpler dress.
Yet, as a born peasant, there's nothing simple in these clothes. Well, it looked a bit plain, unlike the dresses I had been wearing.
But they were still pretty. Perhaps, in the eyes of the nobles, they're simple? I still couldn't understand what was the norm among nobles.
Not that I had encountered one aside from Sam.
"What are you thinking?" I snapped back when I heard Sam inquired.
We were currently riding a horse at a very slow pace. Sam holding the reins while I sat in front of him; my feet on the horse's rear.
Slowly, I looked up at him.
"I was thinking how come this dress is considered simple." I replied.
"Because the price is different." Sam glanced down at me briefly before he looked ahead.
"Huh?"
