"Actually, I originally wanted to be a swordsman clad in a flowing white cloak who's gone in an instant like a gust of wind. Just what went wrong in the end? Why did my style distort so much to become like this…"
I had previously purchased a shoddy mage robe, which wasn't even enchanted, in town. Its defensive properties were basically zero. Of course, it didn't have any buffing properties for my spells.
The only use for this low-quality mage robe was that it was dyed black. Its only purpose was to help me look like an evil mage, but unfortunately, it was too effective—effective to a ridiculous extent.
"Tsk, tsk, such crying. It's as if they're heading to the slaughterhouse."
