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Imia: “Hakama? What do you mean by Japanese clothing?”

Imia asked, tilting her head.

Because she usually specialises in Western dressmaking, she has an interest in this unknown genre.

Naofumi: “Er… Japanese clothing also encompasses the Loincloth that Sadina recommended to Kiel.”

Imia: “Ah, so you mean Eastern clothing. In that case, should I investigate and make some?”

Naofumi: “That’s right…… since it will probably look good, let’s request it.”

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