Chapter 378

Chapter 378: The Daughters’ Clothes Are Meant to Be Seen by Their Mothers

When Encore heard that Magic Rainbow had several “daughters” requiring custom-made garments, her eyes widened in astonishment.

There exist others as beautiful as her?!

“Yes, introductions should be made.”

Regaining her composure, Encore hastily assented.

Thus Magic Rainbow escorted Encore to meet various daughters within the castle.

Worker Liquor occupied with lunch preparations in the kitchen.

Army Lady practicing swordsmanship in the central courtyard, flanked by Military One and Military Two who mimicked her movements.

Red Pupil and Weak Sound engaged in chess within the study, while Lvzi stood nearby chattering incessantly.

Purple Cloud and Purple Mist conducting aerial drills in the warming weather.

Upon the third-floor balcony, Magic Rainbow located Darkling Stalker and Stealth One exchanging sporadic words with characteristic aloofness.

Each encounter with these daughters – divergent in temperament, bearing, and apparent age – drew astonished breaths from Encore. She found herself marveling both at Magic Rainbow’s prolific motherhood and the extraordinary beauty of her progeny.

As the introductions progressed, the seamstress’s determination to remain in this castle solidified.

“What styles of garments would you prefer? Particular colors or designs?”

Encore nearly vibrated with eagerness to demonstrate her sartorial expertise.

Magic Rainbow naturally deferred this decision to her daughters. After settling Encore in the prepared guest chamber, she convened Red Pupil and others for consultation.

“Do my sisters have preferences?”

The young women exchanged glances.

“I’ve no particular notions,” Worker Liquor responded after contemplation.

“What about coordinated outfits?”

Lvzi sprang up with sudden inspiration.

“Like matching uniforms! Then Mother could wear identical garments with us! Couple’s attire…ehehe…”

The emerald-haired girl concluded by embracing herself in a gleeful squirm.

The assembly collectively averted their eyes from her display.

“Though proposed by Lvzi, this suggestion holds merit,” observed the golden-haired maiden, her cheeks faintly flushed.

“Indeed, even Sister Lvzi occasionally proffers sensible ideas,” Purple Mist conceded with a nod.

“Despite being Lvzi…”

“Though it’s Sister Lvzi…”

“Even though it’s Sister Lvzi…”

“Hey, that’s rude! Have some manners!”

After some playful banter, a cold, emotionless voice suddenly cut through the air:

“What style of garments do you wish to create?”

The voice came from Darkling Stalker who had remained silent until now. When the gray-haired daughter spoke, the room instantly fell silent. Though she’d recently made efforts to socialize with her sisters, forging sisterly bonds with those she’d barely spoken to in three years remained challenging for this introverted soul.

Currently, only Magic Rainbow (with whom she shared tentative camaraderie), universally amiable Red Pupil, and the outgoing Lvzi – their similarities bridging the gap – maintained meaningful connections with her. Other daughters merely exchanged brief pleasantries beyond previous interactions.

Meanwhile, Stealth One and fellow Stealth Ants harbored subtle resentment toward Darkling Stalker. As Lin Yu’s personal guards, their failure to prevent her abduction and the emergence of a “traitor” among them still rankled. Reconciliation with this perceived betrayer came slowly.

“I’m more curious about what clothing Mother prefers,” Red Pupil interjected, dissolving the tension with her mellifluous voice during the lingering silence.

“Let Mother decide then!” Magic Rainbow chimed in. “We’ll replicate her chosen design with the Snow Silkworm silk.”

The proposal met with unanimous nodding. When Lin Yu returned to the castle, her daughters swarmed around her eagerly.

“What sartorial style do you favor?”

The silver-haired maiden pondered seriously. Since they intended to craft garments from the precious silk, the design must balance practicality and aesthetics. Overly revealing attire would compromise protection – besides, such outfits should be reserved for private viewings! Yet excessively formal designs felt uninspired, especially with limited materials.

Most crucially, the clothing must align with her personal tastes. As the adage went, a daughter’s attire is meant for her mother’s eyes. Her preferences leaned toward… perhaps… ah!

“How about maid outfits?” The words escaped before she realized. Memories of past-life media featuring domestic aesthetics flooded her mind. Yet having her daughters serve in such costumes felt improper, despite the tempting imagery.

“Has Mother conceived an idea?” Red Pupil inquired, noting Lin Yu’s flushed cheeks and evasive gaze.

“Perhaps… yes.”

“Do tell.”

“Maid outfits.”

The words hung in the air as the pale-haired woman maintained her composed facade. “Uniform in style, but customize the colors as you prefer.”

A stunned silence followed. The daughters accessed inherited knowledge – along with their mother’s aesthetic sensibilities. Gradually, excited whispers blossomed into enthusiastic discussions.

“Then we’ll craft matching maid outfits from the Snow Silkworm silk as Mother instructed,” Red Pupil declared once the chatter subsided. The youthful girl gazed at Lin Yu with an angelic smile. “What hue shall Mother’s maid outfit bear?”