If Ikar’s plans go as expected, the course of events will undoubtedly change in the future.

For example, fabrics like Biqua, produced in small quantities only in Venistan, Eremeiphaite gems mined in Laina, or items available only in Bashker.

What if Bashker, Laina, and Venistan unite and exercise exclusive trading rights?

And what if Ikar cuts off the distribution of luxury goods, already controlled in the surrounding small countries, targeting countries outside the alliance?

Since they are not essential goods, immediate inconvenience may not be significant.

However, it is entirely foreseeable that the resentment of nobles restricted from luxury goods will grow.

And now, Renev putting effort into dressing Patrick like a peacock is exacerbating such matters.

“Renev. Um… I’ve thought about it a bit, but isn’t this a bit excessive? Like, what is it… somewhat like the son of a newly wealthy merchant.”

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Patrick appealed.

The jacket made of blue Biqua fabric had golden threads laid out in large quantities, and the cravat had five layers of frills.

It didn’t end there.

The jacket’s buttons and cuffs were all crafted with Eremeiphaite gems, and earrings that could be worn without piercing the ears were even attached.

It was certainly unfamiliar to Patrick.
Certainly, it was unfamiliar to Patrick.

“Is it a bit too much?”

Looking at the hat adorned with large peacock feathers, Renev thought.

It seemed like an atmosphere of a nouveau riche son, eager to boast his family name, as Patrick suggested.

After gazing at Patrick for a moment, Renev took off his hat.

“Okay, let’s skip this.”

When Patrick’s slightly furrowed brow softened a bit, Amber entered the dressing room.

“Miss, it’s almost time for the appointment you mentioned, so I came to inform you.”

Renev glanced at the clock.

‘Time has passed so quickly.’

It was a moment when he was about to suggest going to the banquet hall alone since the host shouldn’t be late.

Amber gasped when she saw the transformed Patrick.

“…Oh my! Is this really Master Patrick? If I had met you outside, I might not have recognized you!”

Amber exclaimed, and Patrick sighed deeply, averting his gaze.

It was a story about how cool he looked, and even to Renev, Patrick looked like a refined gentleman.

A bit excessive, though.

But Patrick seemed to think differently.

He knew.

Even after becoming the head of the Siren Barony and inheriting the estate, Patrick remained reclusive in social circles.

He clung solely to upholding the changes in the west as the purpose of his life.

Naturally, Patrick didn’t know the value of his appearance, and he had little interest in adorning himself.

It was truly regrettable, and it could be considered a national loss.

Patrick’s features were distinct, not overly similar to the former Siren Baron, with clear facial features.

Moreover, he had a tall stature and a well-muscled body honed through consistent sword training.

However, Patrick didn’t even have the awareness that his appearance had considerable value.

So, being adorned like this now would probably feel awkward to him.

“Renev, let me ask you one last time.”

As Patrick spoke while walking down the corridor toward the banquet hall where the New Year’s event was held.

“What is it?”

“Do I… look ridiculous?”

Come to think of it, Patrick’s gait felt a bit awkward compared to usual.

Renev encouraged Patrick, who still wore an uneasy expression.

“Not at all! You look genuinely cool. The young ladies will be pleasantly surprised!”

“Is that so?”

Patrick, still with an uncertain expression, awkwardly lifted the corners of his mouth.

Renev boosted Patrick’s confidence by giving a thumbs-up, tapping him on his sturdy shoulder.

The banquet hall of the Bashker Palace, where the New Year’s event was held, was filled with a bright and lively atmosphere.

In the midst of the orchestra’s subtle performance, the invited nobles gathered in groups of three or five, engaged in conversations.

Among them, Renev led Patrick toward the direction where Rachel, the princess, and Duke Belcane, who had jointly prepared for the New Year’s event, were present.

Duke Belcane, who was conversing with the nobles, noticed Renev and approached.

“I assume this is the new Siren Baron, right? Nice to meet you.”

Duke Belcane extended his hand for a handshake, and Patrick, while shaking hands, glanced at Renev. In response to the questioning gaze, Renev quickly introduced the two.

“On this side is Duke Belcane, who came from Venistan. And on this side is…”

At that moment, a bright and cheerful voice echoed.

“I haven’t met you in person, but it seems like the appearance of the Siren Baron and his wife is quite remarkable. Even the children are outstanding, and Baroness, you’re also splendid, aren’t you?”

Princess Rachel approached and babbled.

She was a bit awkward in giving compliments, known for her straightforward personality.

But Patrick, unaware of Princess Rachel’s personality, accepted it as a customary compliment.