Eugene silently blinked, unable to come up with any words.

“What’s with that look?” Sienna shyly challenged.

Mer asked, “From Sir Eugene’s point of view, do we perhaps look strange?”

Look strange? No, they didn’t. Eugene was stunned by just how good Sienna and Mer looked together in their new clothes.

“How is it? Do Lady Sienna and I look like we are a pair of mother and daughter?” Mer eagerly prompted.

“Ah… if I had to say it, rather than a mother and daughter, you look just like a pair of sisters…,” Eugene awkwardly admitted.

Sienna’s appearance looked so young that it was impossible to imagine that she could have had a daughter like Mer. That was why Eugene had given such a heartfelt and honest response, but Mer and Sienna showed conflicting reactions.

Sienna’s cheeks blushed slightly out of embarrassment, and the reason for this was that she had clearly only heard the words ‘you look so young’ from what Eugene had just said.

While, in fact, Eugene hadn’t directly said such a thing, that didn’t really matter to Sienna. From hundreds of years ago until now, Sienna had already become used to arbitrarily interpreting Eugene or, rather, Hamel’s words and attitude in a more positive light.

On the other hand, Mer narrowed her eyes and glared at Eugene. Because what Mer had wanted to hear was that they did look like a mother and her daughter rather than a pair of sisters.

Of course, being told that they looked like sisters also implied that Mer greatly resembled Sienna, but the point that Mer had been hoping to focus on this time wasn’t the similarity of their appearances.

The theme of this outing was meant to be family. If Sienna was the mother, that meant Eugene would be serving as the father….

With her eyes still narrowed, Mer scanned Eugene’s attire.

“How boring,” Mer bluntly critiqued.

“What?” Eugene responded in confusion.

“I’m talking about your clothes,” Mer clarified. “No matter how good the clothes may look on you, do you really need to wear the same thing all the time, Sir Eugene?”

“What did you just say?!” Eugene shouted as he felt sincerely offended. “These aren’t the same clothes that I usually wear. They are all slightly different.”

“But in the end, they’re still the formal clothes of the Lionheart clan,” Mer insisted.

Eugene frowned, “Hey! What’s wrong with me wearing the formal clothes of my clan?”

If Eugene was forced to admit it, the biggest reason for his choice of clothing was that it was just the most convenient. Choosing a formal suit with a matching top and bottom eliminated any need for further pointless concerns. Even in his previous life, Eugene had never once spent any time worrying about what he should wear any day, and it wasn’t like the Devildom had been a place for such concerns.

“I… I actually also...