Chapter 187: Chapter : 187 : How It Looks!

The living room was full.

Too full.

Aiden’s wives stood spread across the space, shoulder to shoulder, laughter and chatter filling the air as the academy uniforms caught the light. The fabric was a rich deep crimson, heavy and luxurious, trimmed with golden piping that traced every edge with refined precision.

Each uniform followed the same prestigious design.

A fitted crimson blazer hugged the upper body, tailored sharply at the shoulders and waist, its edges lined in gold. The academy crest was stitched proudly over the chest—ornate, formal, unmistakably noble. Beneath the blazer, crisp white shirts peeked through, paired with elegant ties or ribbons depending on the wearer.

Flowing behind them were long crimson capes, lined with shimmering gold satin on the inside, clasped at the shoulders with engraved golden fasteners. When they moved, the capes swayed heavily, giving every step a dramatic, authoritative presence.

For the women, the lower half varied between pleated skirts and fitted designs, all matching the same rich crimson tone, paired with dark stockings and polished boots. The uniforms were clearly designed to be formal first—but tailored precisely enough that they still followed every curve naturally.

Each uniform had custom enchantment adjustments.

Luna’s and Nyxion’s had reinforced openings at the back, seamlessly stitched to allow their tails to move freely beneath the cape without tearing the fabric.

Selvara’s, Venya’s, and Aethoniel’s uniforms featured elegant wing slits, hidden beneath layered cape folds, opening smoothly when their wings unfurled and closing cleanly when folded.

Nothing looked improvised.

Everything screamed academy prestige.

Lysandra stood near the center.

The crimson blazer fit her noble goblin frame perfectly, gold trim outlining her posture like a royal mantle. The pleated skirt sat neatly at her hips, the cape falling straight and dignified behind her. She looked every bit the academy’s future queen.

Luna bounced excitedly beside her, cape fluttering as her tail swayed happily through the tailored opening. “It’s so comfy!” she said, grinning.

Nyxion leaned against the wall, cape draped heavily over one shoulder. The gold lining caught the light faintly, giving her an almost ominous elegance.

Venya rolled her shoulders once, wings shifting smoothly through the concealed slits. “Very well designed,” she said, impressed.

Selvara tugged at her sleeve, pretending she didn’t care. “Hmph. At least it’s not ugly.”

Thristle smirked openly, clearly enjoying how expensive everything felt.

Arisha stood stiff and red-faced, hands clasped behind her back, cape falling perfectly straight like she’d rehearsed standing that way.

Zerra looked like a ceremonial knight in academic form, posture flawless.

Vegia examined the gold stitching closely. “This is not cheap work.”

And then—

Xylendra.

The deep crimson blazer strained slightly at the front, the gold-trimmed fabric pulled taut across her chest. The academy crest sat proudly between curves that the uniform was clearly losing the fight against, though the cut remained formal—barely.

Valeforia stood beside her, her blazer equally tight, pleated skirt sitting firmly at her hips. The gold piping traced her form shamelessly, catching light with every breath.

Aethoniel stood quietly behind them.

Her uniform looked almost divine—black stockings beneath the crimson skirt, gold-lined cape framing her wings perfectly. The blazer hugged her chest firmly, the crest glowing faintly under the light.

She said nothing.

Leona suddenly walkes over to Lysandra.

“Mummy!” She said brightly, eyes shining. “You look so beautiful!”

Lysandra froze.

Then smiled so warmly it hurt.

She bent down and scooped Leona into her arms, kissing her cheeks repeatedly. “Oh my sweet little baby. Thank you.”

Leona giggled.

Across the room, Liri tugged Edda’s sleeve.

“Maama,” She whispered loudly. “They all look so good.”

Edda blinked, then smiled softly. “They do.”

Serica folded her arms, grin sharp. “Well well. Looks like someone finally put you all in something that screams money.”

Varra said, voice calm and flat. “The fabric is expensive. Reinforced. Properly enchanted. Very efficient.”

Serica laughed. “Cold praise. Impressive.”

Luna suddenly frowned, tail swishing. “Why is Master taking so long? I waana show me to him.”

Nyxion nodded. “He should see this.”

Venya added, “Yes.”

Zerra crossed her arms. “Agreed.”

Thristle grinned. “My King better appreciate this.”

Leona tugged Lysandra’s collar. “Mummy… can I come too?”

Lysandra kissed her forehead. “My baby, you’re still too little. They won’t allow admission for your age.”

Leona pouted. “Hmph.”

Then perked up. “Where’s Daddy? I waana see his uniform.”

Lysandra smiled. “He’s coming.”

And then—

The door opened.

Silence hit the room.

Aiden stepped inside.

Every breath stopped.

He wore the academy’s formal male uniform, and it fit him like it had been tailored by obsession.

A deep crimson blazer, sharp at the shoulders and cleanly structured, hugged his frame perfectly. Gold piping traced every edge—the lapels, cuffs, pockets—precise and elegant. Over his chest sat the academy crest, embroidered in gold thread, unmistakable and proud.

Beneath it, a crisp white shirt and a crimson-and-gold striped tie, perfectly centered, formal and disciplined.

From his shoulders fell a long crimson cape, heavy and dignified, its inner lining a rich gold satin that caught the light when he moved. The cape was clasped at his shoulders with engraved golden fasteners, resting like a mantle of authority.

Dark tailored trousers completed the look, pressed clean, tucked into polished black boots. No excess. No looseness.

He didn’t look like a guest.

He looked like he belonged there.

Liri whispered, “Mamma… He looks so handsome.”

Edda didn’t answer.

She was staring. Too lost into him.

Vaara froze the instant he stepped in.

*Oh.*

That was the first thought. Not even a sentence. Just—oh.

Her brain stalled like a broken spell circle.

*That’s… that’s him.*

No, that was wrong. She’d seen him a thousand times. Laughing, serious, gentle. She knew his face. His voice. The way his presence alone could steady a room.

But this?

*Why does he look like that? Since when does fabric obey him?*

Her eyes traced him before she could stop herself—shoulders first. Broad. Straight.

The blazer sat on him like it had been waiting its entire existence for his body. The gold trim caught the light and somehow made him look taller. More solid.

*He looks like… like someone important.*

Her heart started beating faster.

*No. He always is. That’s not new. Calm down.*

She tried. She really did.

Then her eyes dipped—just a little—to the cape. The way it draped behind him, heavy and dignified, lining flashing gold when he moved.

*Why does that make him look unfair?*

Her face burned.

*Stop staring. Stop it. You’re being weird.*

She failed immediately.

*The collar… the tie… why does it suit him so much? This isn’t allowed. No one should look this good in a uniform.*

Selvara thought, *That’s… him. Wow. He actually looks like that. Why does the uniform suit him so perfectly? No—of course it does. It’s him. He looks confident. Calm. Strong. Like he’s already part of the academy… no, like it’s lucky to have him. Everyone’s staring. Good. They should. I feel… proud. Really proud.”

Luna gasped. “Master!”

She rushed forward proudly. “You look amazing!”

Nyxion nodded slowly. “Very.”

Venya smiled. “It suits you.”

Zerra gave a sharp nod. “Hero.”

Selvara looked away. “Hmph. Not bad.”

Aiden blinked, visibly overwhelmed. “You all… wow.”

Leona suddenly reached out. “Daddy!”

Aiden moved instantly.

Lysandra handed her over, and Aiden lifted Leona easily, kissing her cheeks. “Kiddo, that makes me happy.”

Leona giggled, hugging him tight.

The moment he set her down, his wives surrounded him.

“How do I look?”

“Does this suit me?”

“Is it too tight?”

“Be honest.”

Aiden laughed. “Alright, alright—one at a time.”

He turned to Lysandra first. “Ly… you look like you’re about to run the entire academy.”

Lysandra smiled softly. “As expected.”

He glanced at Luna. “You look so excited I’m worried you’ll sprint through the halls.”

“I will!” She said proudly.

Nyxion raised a brow. Aiden smirked. “And you… you look like half the teachers will be scared of you.”

“Good,” She replied calmly.

Venya flexed her wings slightly. “Functional and elegant.”

“Deadly combo,” Aiden said.

Selvara crossed her arms. “Say it already.”

Aiden smiled. “You look cute.”

She flushed. “Tch.”

Thristle leaned in. “My King?”

He chuckled. “You look like trouble in uniform.”

She grinned. “Perfect.”

Arisha stood stiffly. Aiden softened. “You look amazing. Really.”

She nearly short-circuited. “S-Sir…!”

Aiden’s gaze shifted to Zerra.

Zerra noticed his look and met his eyes without flinching.

He nodded once. “Zerra… that uniform suits you. You look solid. Reliable.”

Her lips twitched—barely. “As intended.”

Then his eyes moved to Vegia.

“Vegia, you looks like a senior mage already. The kind students listen to without being told.”

Vegia inclined her head slightly. “I assume it passes inspection, Sir?”

Aiden smiled. “More than that. You look sharp. Academy’s going to take you seriously.”

A faint, satisfied curve touched her lips. “Good.”

Then—

His eyes drifted.

Xylendra.

Valeforia.

Aethoniel.

The crimson blazers across their chests were visibly taut, gold piping stretched to its limit.

Aiden stared.

“…You three.”

Xylendra shy replied. “Yes?”

Valeforia tilted her head innocently. “Problem?”

Aethoniel said nothing, wings folding slowly.

Aiden rubbed his face. “I swear the academy tailor underestimated something.”

Xylendra blushed.

Valeforia grinned. “That sounds like a them problem.”

Aethoniel’s lips twitched—barely.

Aiden shook his head, smiling. “This school is not ready for you.”

Serica burst out laughing. “Oh I’m enjoying this already.”

And the room filled with laughter again.

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END OF Chapter : 187 : HOW IT LOOKS!

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