[Ace POV],
"Is there perhaps a problem, Young Sir?" said the elderly man in front of me.
"Young Sir," I muttered subconsciously when I heard his formal title.
"Haha, I may be old, but my eyes don't deceive me, sir," As his eyes moved to my clothes, the old man laughed briefly.
Seeing this, I realized why he used that manner of address with me.
'Seems like even the lowest quality clothes I found in the store made them mistake me for someone with a high background,' I thought as I suddenly remembered that I had just spoken in an unfamiliar language and could even understand the words the old man spoke.
Seeing this, I tried to speak again, following the instinctive sensation that came with speaking in another language.
"I'm sorry, I was a little lost in thought right now," I released a statement, looking at the elderly man in front of me, who stroked his beard when he heard this.
