The Mech Touch novel Chapter 1424

As a craftsman himself, Ves recognized the skill and attention the bespoke tailor poured into his work. The old man had worked on many different materials extracted from a diverse selection of huge cats.

Ordinarily, Ves had to wait in line before the tailor started with his order. However, the tailor instantly set aside his current orders as soon as he received the opportunity to work with the remains of a Crown Cat!

\"The fibers of a Crown Cat are some of the most difficult materials to work with.\" The tailor explained. \"In many cases, they require extensive treatment and trimming in order to make them workable. The same goes for their hides. Only the lightest, most flexible and most pristine layer of leather can be worked into a garment suitable for humans.\"

\"My order must have given you a lot of headaches.\"

\"Oh, not at all! I can count the amount of times I’ve worked with materials taken from Crown Cats with one hand. These magnificent creatures are worthy of commemoration, and it is a dream of every tailor on this planet to work with materials derived from these famous beasts!\"

Ves understood the tailor’s sentiments. In some way, he considered his Devil Tiger project in a similar light. The challenges he set for himself pushed his abilities to the limit and stimulated him into developing many new solutions.

The sense of satisfaction in developing and completing such an exceptional work represented a seminal moment in his professional development!

Soon enough, the artisan finally completed his work. He carefully raised his final piece and placed it together on a table where identical pieces already rested.

\"It is done.\"

A luxurious ensemble of clothing presented to Ves. From fur tufted boots to a rich and formal looking coat that imitated some of Zeigra’s majesty, the entire outfit earned Ves and everyone else’s appreciation!

\"Wow!\" Imon Ingvar uttered. \"Boss, do you have any spare materials? I want an awesome outfit as well!\"

Casella Ingvar quickly swatted her brother’s head. \"Be reasonable! You haven’t participated in the hunt. You are not entitled to any of the spoils. Besides, custom outfits like these are hunting trophies in themselves! They’re not as valuable if more copies of them exist!\"

She was right. Ves purposefully ordered the ensemble to impress the people he would meet in the future. Though the outfit already looked impressive in itself, those who were part of the Galactic Hunting Club or were aware of his hunting achievement would certainly recognize its significance!

Wearing a garment made out of the materials extracted from Zeigra’s remains was the same as wearing a hunting trophy on his body!

Hopefully, wearing his new outfit would finally put an end to instances where elite figures and exclusive establishments refused to do business with him. He was tired of being treated as a nobody due to his lack of reputation!

While Ves still didn’t completely comprehend high society’s obsession with reputation, he knew he would definitely make a strong statement if he showed up with this impressive outfit!

\"Where is the changing room?\"

Moments later, Ves emerged from his changing room looking completely different than before. Whereas Ves already looked quite decent with the formal business clothes that Gavin prepared every morning, this time he truly came across as a dignified leader!

The complete ensemble consisted of a long overcoat, a detachable hood, a fur-tufted cape, a robust pair of pants, a soft and pale dress shirt, a tight-fitting jacket suit, a shiny, dark pair of boots, a velvety pair of gloves, a thick leather belt with a buckle fashioned out of treated bone, and most peculiarly, a pair of decorative furry cat ears.

That last option perplexed everyone who saw him emerge from the changing room!

\"You look really good, but... what’s with the cat ears?\" _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

\"I like them. Why not? Don’t I look good, Benny?\"

\"You do, but.. the cat ears make you look weird.\"

While his overall outfit was colored in the same shade of Zeigra’s original rust-red coat, the tailor artfully varied the shade between the different pieces. The old man also added some silver accents in the decorative frills and designs to break up the monotone look.

Though his other subordinates didn’t have the courage to express their doubts, Ves could read their dubious expressions well enough.

If not for the cosmetic cat ears, Ves would have made a very dignified impression on everybody!

He smirked. What his subordinates didn’t know was that he deliberately sought to elicit this reaction. While he wanted to appear impressive, he didn’t want to come across as stiff and formal.

One of the key means of protecting himself was to paint himself as an eccentric mech designer! Indulging in strange and weird hobbies such as wearing fake cat ears on top of his head served as distractions that helped deflect attention to his many secrets!

\"Do you think my cat ears are fine in their original color tone, or do they look better if they are dyed in black to match my hair?\"

\"Meow.\"

\"Yeah. You’re right. The contrast looks weird.\"

Despite that, Ves opted to keep them in their original red-rust shade. The more confounding he looked, the more he could take advantage of the confusion he sowed!

\"I see you have prepared an extra pair of cat ears.\" Gavin pointed out.

\"Yup. Don’t you think they would make a lovely present for Gloriana?\"

\"Uhhh...\"

No one wanted to wade in that minefield!

Ves ignored his perplexed subordinates and turned to the tailor. \"A great work like this surely bears a name.\"

The man smiled as one fellow artisan to another. \"Indeed. I call it the Pride of Dusk. Each Crown Cat is a prideful beast, but from what I have ascertained from the battle footage I’ve glimpsed, Zeigra is especially prickly when it comes to his pride. The cat fought majestically to the very end! Even in his death throes, I observed the stubborn pride that made him die unresigned.\"

\"Pride of Dusk.\" Ves rolled the name off his lips. \"That’s a very solemn name.\"