The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God Book 01 Chapter 08.02.1 - Late September's Whispers

No surprise—Xing Mo had been dragged into a damn tailor shop again.

But this wasn’t the little place in the Northern District, nor a chic boutique in the White Tower District.

This was the Pushett Family—extravagance incarnate.

After stepping out of the carriage at the Pushett manor, Xing Mo trailed behind Alice through a sea of butlers, wound past what felt like seven or eight corridors, and finally stopped before a door tucked deep within the manor.

A plaque above it read: “The World’s Best Tailor.”

Xing Mo raised an eyebrow, “Seriously?”

“Probably.” Alice replied with a shrug, “Look at the clothing I’m wearing—they were made here.”

Alice’s black dress featured intricate lace embroidery, radiating subtle elegance. The design, though refined, didn’t strike Xing Mo as particularly original.

Reading her expression, Alice added, “Give it a closer look?”

Look? Huh? Look at what?

Then Xing Mo realized something strange—Alice had worn this exact outfit during last night’s battle. Yet it was pristine. Not a scratch, not a tear.

“This is…?” Xing Mo was taken aback.

“A combat attire.” Alice said, smiling mysteriously, “The fabric's soft, but its protection rivals iron armor. Plus, it doesn’t emit spiritual force—makes it undetectable.”

High-end stuff like this exists?

Xing Mo blinked, then activated her spiritual vision. A faint gray sheen glimmered over the surface of the dress.

“How fascinating…” She murmured.

“Where are you looking?” Alice flicked her forehead.

“Ow~!” Xing Mo rubbed the spot, cheeks puffed, “So… are you getting me one, Senior Alice?”

“Exactly.” Alice grinned, “Don’t you like it?”

“If you had something this good, why didn’t you give me one earlier…” Xing Mo pouted.

Alice hesitated, then smiled softly, “I wanted to make one for you. Remember when I kept trying to get you into female clothing? I was hoping to make you a combat attire.”

“But why female clothing? I was a boy back then!” Xing Mo protested.

“Because…” Alice scratched her face awkwardly, “Um… she only makes female clothing.”

With that, Alice pushed open the door and led her inside.

The scent of incense wafted through the room, thick enough to blur the edges of everything. Dim lighting revealed shelves lined with fabric and thread—but not a single finished garment in sight.

At the far end sat a girl behind a wooden desk, a faintly glowing crystal ball resting before her. She had short, soft pink hair.

“Miss Alice… you’ve brought someone new…” She said in a calm, dreamy tone.

“Let me introduce you.” Alice said, “This is Rose, the Pushett Family's tailor. Rose, this is Xing Sheng—my junior.”

“Nice to meet you.” Xing Mo said politely.

“And you as well.” Rose offered a gentle smile, “You've had quite a few tumbles lately, haven’t you?”

Tumbles? What did she mean by that? Xing Mo blinked, confused, but kept silent.

Rose placed both hands on the crystal ball, her voice drifting into something otherworldly, “Splitting... reshaping… such a painful process…”

She paused, then added with a wistful lilt, “Fate is ironic… but you’ll pull through. After all…”

Her eyes met Xing Mo’s. She smiled softly, “So, what kind of attire would you like?”

Wait a minute… What was that all about?

Xing Mo stood frozen, dazed. Why does everyone love talking in riddles? It it fun for them?

Clearing her throat, she decided not to dig into the cryptic comment: “Um… for the attire… something like the school uniform. A white blouse, black skirt, and a black robe...”

“I understand.” Rose said, almost in a whisper.

She pulled a wand from somewhere unseen and gave it a gentle flick. Fabric flew in from all corners of the room and landed softly on her desk.

The crystal ball flared with brilliant light, forcing Xing Mo to shield her eyes. When the glow faded, a brand-new uniform lay neatly on the desk.

“Try it on.” Rose said.

Wait, what? No measurements? It is already finished? What kind of miracle magic is that?

Xing Mo shot a glance at Alice, but Alice just gave a helpless shrug and waved her hand—Don’t ask me.

Still skeptical, Xing Mo picked up the combat attire and stepped into the nearby fitting room.

Two minutes later, she emerged.

At first glance, the clothes looked identical to her old uniform. But something felt different. The atmosphere around her had shifted subtly.

“It looks great.” Alice said with a warm smile.

Xing Mo glanced down at herself. The texture felt just like the standard academy uniform… yet she could sense spiritual force flowing across its surface.

“Senior Alice, let’s test it.” Her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Alice nodded, drew her wand, and plucked a string. A small, tadpole-shaped fireball formed in midair.

Xing Mo resisted the instinct to dodge. She stood still and let it hit her squarely.

Hum—

The fireball burst on contact, but the explosion was quickly absorbed by the spiritual force coating the fabric.

Xing Mo didn’t even flinch. It felt like a soft tap—like someone had gently bumped into her.

“Awesome…” She murmured, “A rather impressive protective measure.”

Alice smiled, “Still, its capabilities are limited. It can only serve as a precaution. Actually, even Vivian’s uniform is a combat attire. But last night…”

She closed her eyes briefly before continuing: “It can't withstand overwhelmingly powerful attacks, but it can save your life at a critical moment—like when your spiritual force is depleted.”

Xing Mo nodded solemnly. She examined her outfit again, but found no visible traces of spiritual force. She couldn’t but marvel: Miss Rose really is something else.

Come to think of it… no wonder Senior Vivian always wore that same academy uniform. Turns out it’s a combat attire, a gift from Senior Alice. No wonder she treasures it so much...

Xing Mo nodded thoughtfully, then turned to Alice: “Shall we go, then?”

“Go?”

Alice’s expression faltered for a split second—then a mischievous grin spread across her face.

Xing Mo’s heart dropped, “Wh-what’s with that look…?”

“Did you really think I’d stop at just one outfit?” Alice beamed, “Mo-mo, now that you’re a girl, you naturally need clothes for all sorts of occasions…

“…like last night’s birthday banquet—surely you wouldn’t have worn your academy uniform to that?”

“That... makes sense?” Xing Mo muttered, though something felt off.

“Then it’s settled! Rose, make her a few more outfits.” Alice clapped her hands cheerfully.

Rose got up, studied Xing Mo with a composed expression for a moment, and then spoke, “What kinds, exactly?”

Alice’s eyes gleamed, “Maid outfit, evening gown, Fallouan-style dress… every style you can think of—make one of each.”

Alice tapped her chin in thought, then clapped again, “Oh, and how could we stop at just clothes? Black stockings, white stockings, high heels, hair accessories, necklaces, garters, bracelets…”

As the list went on, Xing Mo’s pupils shook.

Hold on—you're not making me combat attires! You're just playing dress-up! Since when can garters block damage?!"

She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could utter a word, the clothes Alice had ordered were already floating in the air.

“Come on~ Try them on~” Alice sang.

Before Xing Mo could react, she was lifted off the ground. Alice slung her over her shoulder like a sack of rice and strode toward the dressing room.

“Senior Alice! I can change by myself!”

“Okay, okay, you can change by yourself.” Alice said breezily, “I’ll just watch.”

“Don’t watch! Boys and girls can’t—wait, no! Even girls shouldn’t—”

“Oh, come on, it’s no big deal.” Alice teased, “Just relax…”

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