Elion pulled the collar of his sleek black coat more comfortably around his body.
'Wow, they got my measurements remarkably accurate. It is a wonder how they managed to make this in a single day.'
Between his habit of tearing his clothes during battles in the bloodline trials and the recent changes to his physical build, it had been quite some time since Elion had worn anything that fit him properly.
The formal attire he currently wore was also exceptionally well designed.
The seamstress employed by the Chronos royal family was clearly talented.
That became even more apparent when Elion moved his gaze away from himself and looked toward the beautiful petite woman standing before him.
While his attire was entirely black, Celeste's red one-piece dress was an even more magnificent creation.
It was made from shimmering silk that hugged her small frame perfectly, with carefully defined seams that had been stitched together without a single visible flaw.
