Indra looked at his own reflection reflected in the mirror the size of an average adult human with a look of disbelief. Right now--this morning to be precise--he was looking at the figure of himself that he had always imagined when he was a teenager.
Wearing a school uniform.
His hands smoothed his tie, then felt the entire fabric of his uniform. As expected from school for rich people. Even the fabric of the uniform itself felt so soft and looked luxurious yet elegant.
Early in the morning, when he had just finished cleaning the house and was about to go to bed, he was startled by the sound of his apartment doorbell. Although the delivery service in Maltova city operates for twenty-four hours, it is not uncommon for him to receive parcels in the early hours of the morning like this.
