When the princess's discussion was over, a soldier came to the room where I was staying, and invited me to go over there to meet the people who had discussed me before. I wonder how I will be dealt with, work for the royal family or die for disobeying orders? I'm not sure if my fate is to be like that, if this is an autocratic country then there really is a possibility. But thinking too much can't solve the problem, we have to go there and see how the situation is.

"My lady." The soldier holding a spear blocked the door as I was about to leave the room. "Princess has orders, you must change into other clothes because you cannot wear pajamas to meet the duke."

What did he just say? Duke debut? That princess has been gone for a while and already plans to sell me to some noble man? Is this what they call a political marriage? And I don't belong to anyone either, how could something like this happen... Wait, I need to calm down and think for a bit. Things may not be the same as I thought, maybe I just scared myself. Must be, need to be calm, really calm. Maybe the meaning of the soldier's debut word is just going to meet the other people, but there is no deeper meaning anymore.

I took a deep breath to adjust to myself, then breathed a sigh of relief. "Excuse me for a moment, I'll change after I've changed." After that, I went back to my room.

Back to reality, how should I change my body? In my spare time, I looked at myself in the mirror while waiting for news of the princess. This body really has three perfect rings, can easily touch any man, whether he is lustful or not. My eyes were originally almost the color of a cat's eyes, sometimes blue, sometimes yellow, or more precisely, turquoise. The lashes are long and curled. Flawless white skin full of vitality is like being bathed in milk every day. The hair goes without saying, it's not only waist-length but it also has a really striking platinum color when the sunlight hits it, and it's also very smooth and not tangled at all. Her figure too, is really well proportioned and… tall. From a modern point of view, that means long legs.

But... will I be accused of harassment or something like that, having to change clothes in this form? I guess it's not illegal, I'm still the owner of this body after all.

"My lady." The two maids said in unison, "We will serve you to change, how would you like to dress?"

While enjoying her new beauty, her interest was cut off, these two maids really know how to mess around. But anyway, thanks to the two of them for helping me change clothes to avoid the case that I am still not used to this body.

"So do you guys have any men's clothes here that look like butlers?" I watched the two maids take turns waiting for an answer.

"We always have them here." The older-looking maid said, "But I don't know if they'll fit you. We hope that the lady will forgive us, if in the process of serving, we should be a little strong."

"It's okay." I breathed heavily and smiled lightly. And so the two maids enthusiastically served me.

After struggling for a while with the two maids to wear the clothes that closely resembled the male butler, I felt like it wasn't very comfortable. Mostly in the chest area, probably because they forced my bust in too much to fit the suit. But never mind, after all, just wear it for a while and it will be released immediately. Let's hurry to the princess now, to see where their bargain will go to an outsider like me.

Once I had properly checked my appearance, I asked the soldier to lead the way and followed him through several corridors. I tried to count my steps to measure the area but quickly gave up, because it was so wide that I missed the beat a few times and couldn't remember how many turns. Maybe I'll get lost if I walk around here on my own without a guide.

After a while, the guide suddenly stopped in front of the door of a large room, this room must be where the princess was talking about big things. The soldier motioned for me to wait outside, after he went inside to meet the princess for a moment, I was also invited in. As soon as I entered the room, I noticed that it was smaller than the room I was in earlier, but the light was adequate. In the middle there was a long table for about six people to sit, but compared to the room... it seemed to be too small, or because the place was too empty, the table felt small.

"Sir Harry and Hepburn," said Princess Havaca when I got close enough, "I present to you, this is Miss Jane, whom the knights and I found this morning."

"Hepburn, do you think she looks a lot like Lucia?" The older man, leaning slightly toward his son, asked, but still looked in my direction.

"Even though the princess foretold her, I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her with my own eyes." The boy did the same but didn't show any surprise.

From the above conversation, I thought that the middle-aged man named Harry was the duke and the young man sitting next to him was Hepburn, his son, because he said it himself. Speaking of looks, he probably looks like a high-ranking knight too, but in terms of ability, I'm fine because there's no way to judge him. As for the face... needless to say, it's a bit high-pitched with a regal demeanor. His sharp gaze reflected the light in the room, creating a distinctly handsome look. Including the half smile showing on the other lips, I bet there will be a series of girls falling like straw. From an objective point of view, that's how I rate it, but my own assessment... really jealous of this guy. Even so, I don't know how this knight managed to attract my attention so much.

"I would like to introduce myself, I am Duke Harry Foster and this is my eldest son Hepburn Foster." Sir Harry introduced his hand in turn from himself to the young man beside him and then continued. I am the people who are close to His Majesty and also to the princess."

"I'm Jane Yeager, you can call me Jane." I raised my right hand in a small wave. Please forgive me anywhere."

Let's just cut things like that for now, since I don't have any experience in dealing with aristocrats or royalty. If these people are rude and deliberately force me to violate etiquette, even ten lives will not be enough for you to use.

"Jane, please sit down, we will talk about your problem slowly." The princess pointed to the chair to her right, which was also facing the other two.

"Yes! Thank you, princess." My voice is a bit urgent.

I moved gently, and tried to act as tactfully as possible, just like before when I went into the meeting room with the big bosses. I don't know why, but it seems that Hepburn is looking at me with cold eyes like a wolf looking at his prey. Please don't put any more pressure on me, I don't know how long this little life can last. I can now feel my heart pounding harder and harder behind the butler coat that is tightening around my chest.

"Jane, do you mind if you can remake the magic just now for the duke to see?" asked the princess politely.

Taking a deep breath and then letting out a sigh, I nodded slightly and did the same movement again as before. I raised my left hand high above the table and applied some energy to create an electric ball for all to see. The repeat process is the same as the first, but this second spell I have a bit more control. Or I personally think so. This time the tiny energetic blobs accumulated faster than before, and formed a more pure electric sphere than before. I guess it is more pure because the concentration in the nucleus is brighter than the electric sphere at first, and I feel the same way.

 Unable to avoid being surprised, Sir Harry widened his eyes in surprise and showed a smile of happiness that couldn't be hidden. As for Hepburn, there was a slight change in his emotions when he saw it, but he seemed to remain calm. It's true that knights are different, not showing their emotions is probably a method to deceive the opponent.

"Do you think she is qualified to enter the Royal Magic School, Harry?" Princess Havaca interlaced her fingers and raised her chin after asking the duke.

"With all due respect, princess," Sir Harry replied, still looking at the orb in my hand, "I assure you she will certainly be eligible to enter the Royal School of Magic."

"Good, then I have my hopes on you, Duke Harry." The princess clapped her hands in a loud sound that startled me, stopped the spell and dropped my hands. let her go to the nobles' school." Then she turned to me. "And I also hope you don't refuse, Lady Jane."

"Ah yes princess… I'll take that as an honor. "Even though I was smiling, I could feel cold sweats running down my spine from the pressure and nervousness. I was sweating so much that I had covered the inside of my shirt and it was sticking to my skin, making it very uncomfortable. Besides, since it's been all this princess and the old duke who have made their own plays for my future without consulting me, do I have a chance to object?

"Princess, I have an opinion." The young knight interrupted abruptly, "If you send her to the school, the formalities can be taken care of, but what about the identification?"

"No need to worry about this, Mr. Hepburn." The princess smiled triumphantly, "I guarantee the day after tomorrow she will have her identification in my charge. And your mission is to bring her to the school she has to go to. If there are no problems, then everyone go home and get to work on what needs to be done."

"We know that, princess." The duke's father and son both said in unison, and they left before us.

It is true that the way the powerful people in the kingdom speak are different. Just have the power and shout out as if everything has been arranged. Never mind, I need to go to some school anyway to learn more about the levels of magic, as well as what I can do. Getting a free ticket to the Royal School is not a loss.

After a brief meeting with Duke Harry and the knight Hepburn, the princess led me to another room not far away, considering the size of this place. Given the size of this castle, I don't even bother to measure it anymore. As for the room the princess took me to, it was as bright as the meeting room just now. And in the room, there are many mirrors of different sizes, like a mirror house. Looking around, I see a variety of clothes being undone on the mannequins. There are some that look familiar, they are similar to my modern world clothes. Is this the achievement left by the heroes that have been summoned here? What kind of hero would just stick his nose into sewing like this?

"Whoever, let's measure and sew some magic school uniforms for her right now. By the way, remember to sew more different types of underwear. Before she finishes her work, let her rest." The princess ordered not specifically to anyone in this room, and looked at me to continue, "Especially, don't wear clothes like this. too Jane, it's too tight on the chest. I don't think she should ever wear such clothes again, absolutely not. Aren't you proud of your full breasts?"

How should I say it, proud of course I am very proud of this body's butt. But, when I'm a boy in this form, I can't be proud. "Princess, can I ask you something?" I ignored Havaca's words and asked in a reserved, slightly low voice.

"I have a lot of work to do, so I'll see you tonight." Havaca's appearance looked rushed. "Your questions never stop, if I ask again, I won't be able to do the paperwork for you in time."

After saying that, she left. That's also true, I really have a lot of things to ask her but now is not the time. And now, I have to make dolls so that these workers can take my measurements.

After taking measurements of my limbs, they stripped me of my clothes without any mercy. Hey, I've never been abused by a woman before in my life, don't you think it's too much to do that to me? I screamed in my mind, and let them measure here and there on my body to get the necessary measurements for the garment. For a moment, I felt like I had just been soiled. The chaste body I had carefully guarded for the past twenty-six years, now must be exposed to these seamstresses. Somewhere in my heart I felt a little hurt.

Having completed the measurement, a workwoman temporarily handed me a white flared skirt and a set of underwear. Perhaps these are temporary wear while waiting for the other outfits to be finished. When I wear temporary clothes like this, my fragile heart almost breaks, so what about when I wear the finished clothes? I guess I can't go back to being a real man anymore.

Waiting on a sofa near the main door, I watched the tailors carry out their sewing without making any mistakes, even without communication. And how do I know they sew without making any mistakes when I have never learned to sew before?! At this point, I sit back and reflect a bit about the conversation with the strange man in my previous dream. When it came to side jobs, he said the things I listed were jobs that made money. Agree, but you don't have to say it out loud. After thinking about the side jobs for a while, I don't know if I can get all the jobs mentioned earlier, or just one or a few? While thinking, I looked at the three girls who were rhythmically pushing each needle, making my eyes start to get heavy and then gradually falling asleep without realizing it.

"My lady, your uniforms are already sewn, please try them on so that we can correct them as quickly as possible." One of the seamstresses gently awakened me from my sleep.

I woke up drowsy, until I saw the uniforms they made and I woke up. How can they finish so many clothes in such a short time? Is this their so-called genius for sewing? Leaving that aside, the clothes they made for me were no different from the high school girl's clothes in the anime.

What is that, what is that? What happened to the summoning of heroes last time? Are those guys fanatics of schoolgirl uniforms? Except for the normal uniform, this is... swimwear... plus summer gym wear... I froze for a moment, and didn't have the strength or courage to see these clothes anymore. , let alone try them on. Could it be that the magic school here has such an innovative education system.

"My lady, hurry up and try on clothes so that our servants can continue our work. Ah!! Along with these underwear, ma'am." One of the seamstresses urged me.

"Why are they so colorful?" I panicked when I saw that women's underwear was no different from my modern times.

"Before the measurements were taken, the young lady didn't wear a princess's colorful lingerie. Though we rarely see the princess wearing it." A younger seamstress spoke up.

And the point I heard in her words made it impossible for me to speak again. It is true that when I was talking to the princess in my pajamas, I discovered I was wearing a girl's underwear, but that was enough to make me very embarrassed, even though I didn't know who the owner of that suit was. And now, what makes me dumbfounded is not that I was wearing another girl's underwear, but the princess's underwear. For a moment, my worldview was gradually being degraded by the two words pervert that were weighing heavily on me.

While I was motionless, the seamstresses kept bringing clothes to try on for me. Some people direct, others constantly put on and take off those uniforms to alternate on me, like a doll. Again, when I wore some underwear, they were designed in appearance, and the material seemed to be no different from my previous world. Well done girls, you have succeeded in subverting my previously normal views.

Face down on the floor with a lifeless face that I don't need to look in the mirror to see with my own eyes. Is my virgin life here a dead end? Where is the pride of a man when he has to wear these things? Although I've never done anything grand to call pride, except to stay pure until now. With an emotionless face and lifeless eyes, I accepted to let the workmen try on those things for me without showing any signs of resistance. The man's heart in me was cracked just now, now that I confirm it, it's completely broken.