Aiden shuddered at the sound.
He had meant to stay quiet and observe, to last as long as he could without drawing attention. He had not expected someone to strike up a conversation with him right from the start.
But it wasn't surprising. He was dressed in the warden's uniform, his physical transformation could only alter his build, not magically change his outfit like some magical girl.
Though the others couldn't see the details of his uniform, transforming into a female figure like Presia's made it ill-fitting: baggy, with sleeves that were suddenly too long. It all looked so awkward.
Damn it... Shouldn't the heads of the witch gathering be discussing lofty matters? Was it necessary to nitpick over clothing? The person to my left doesn't have any clothes on, why don't you comment on that?
After a moment's thought, Aiden turned his head away, pretending he didn't want to talk to her.
He'd try to get by as best as he could.