'Hey, Irene. Have you received the new dress you're coming to Parley tomorrow?
　The other day, I got some extra money from the Bonsai thing.

　I used it to get my new dress custom made as soon as possible.
　That should have arrived by now!

　I was excited to ask my personal maid, Eileen, about it.

'Miss, I mean, about that, actually...'
　For some reason, Irene gives a crisp answer.

　She immediately stutters and asks him...

'Huh!　Not the right size?　Don't talk in your sleep. Show me where it is, show me where it is!

　I couldn't believe it as I checked the dress Irene had brought with her.

What? Are you kidding me?　You can't wear it on these clogs!
　The dress that was supposed to be custom made was about half a size too small...!

'Why don't you go with the blue dress I bought you before?　You were very beautiful.

You can't do that!　Because I just bragged to everyone that I'm going with my new custom-made dress this time!

But it's too late for you to get it tailored.
I'm not going to be able to wear it, because after all this talk, I'd be a complete joke if I wore it in front of you!　What's that supposed to mean?!

　...............
　.........

　Parley was the lowest.
　Everyone was excited to prepare a new dress to match my words, and I was the only one wearing an old one...!

　Parley's return was the worst.
　I shouted at the store where the bum was mis-sizing me.

It was you!　I don't know if he used to be a famous maestro or what, but he's not good enough, his style is old fashioned, he makes these unbelievable mistakes, and if he's losing his skills, he should retire!　The Seleccia family is a distinguished family!　You can only make clothes, but you can't even make clothes that satisfy your needs, do you even deserve to live?　Either die once, or die again--no, ten thousand times more--and use your goofy brain to think about what it means to be a famous sycophant!

　Hahahahaha.....

　I was so angry that I couldn't wear my new dress to my precious pearly whites, that I took my anger out on the old maestro.

　He's an old man, so be a little nicer to him.
　Huh!

　I'm sure you can understand how I feel.

　I was so proud of my new dress to everyone and now I'm miserable because I had to wear my old dress to the parley...!

　My rivals are annoyed with me and come to worry about me with a look of "We're looking out for you!

　I'm so humiliated.
You could have killed this guy a million times, socially, and it wouldn't be enough...!

　I'll never, ever forgive you, never!

　After that, I yelled at the old maestro for two hours.
　I yelled at the old maestro for two hours.

　And then, fortunately for me, I let my daily grumbling out to him all at once.
　The guy is the one in the wrong, and it's his right to do so.

　Well, that's a little comforting.


　~ Later.


"This is another great dress!　The taste is modern, and no, it's very much ahead of its time!　Yeah, I love it so much!　What's the matter, that scruffy maestro can do it too if he does it.

　I felt very, very good as I looked at the newly arrived dress.

I heard that the old maestro has retired," he said, "and this one was made by his son who succeeded him. This one was made by his son, who succeeded him.
Oh, really?

　Well, it's good to see the incompetence leave.
　I don't care who makes it.

"I also accept messages.
Hmm. Oh, yeah.

　But really, this is a great dress!
　It's as good as anyone else's!

"Perhaps it was partly because of my past fame, but also because my talent was already exhausted, and I was a naked king with no one to comment on it, and thanks to Mary, I finally had a weight lifted off my shoulders. I can't thank her enough, she said.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, I'm happy for you.
　Of course, I didn't listen at all.

　My whole mind was glued to this overly attractive dress!

'It doesn't matter, let's try this dress on right away!　I can't wait!

　Oh!
　I'm looking forward to the next parley!

　I'm going to show them all how it's done.