Justin took a good look at his reflection. Did he look that bad? He had a face with no scars. Wait, that wasn't the point. He wasn't dirty or anything so he could go like that, right?
"What are you looking at, master?" Attica asked, trying to get what he was trying to find in his face.
"Do I look bad?" He asked.
"No, what about it?" She answered and he leaned his back on the chair.
"Right? Can't I go to the imperial palace looking like this?" Attica blinked and then darted her eyes.
"Well, that's… " she sighed pitifully. 'My poor master knows nothing.'
"You said I don't look bad so why can't I go like this?"
"It's the imperial palace, master. The imperial palace." She repeated with slow words, hoping he'd get it but he didn't.
"So? What about it?" He still couldn't understand. "Do I have to look like those sissy Nobles, dressing up and whatever?"
