With the lesson over, Adrian was now in his room, getting ready for the banquet that would start any minute now.
Standing in front of the mirror, he was observing his reflection. His jet-black hair had grown long enough to completely cover his eyes now, so he had neatly swept it to the side. He was wearing a scaled-down version of the adult's aristocratic clothing, with a black high-collar coat, a white shirt underneath and black pants.
'Looks good enough for the occasion, I guess.'
He was aware that he didn't have much of a sense of style; it was the same in his previous life. But for some reason, anything he wore looked good on his body, so his lack of sense of style had never created problems for him.
Just then, he heard a knock on the room's door. And his personal maid's voice came soon after.
"Young Master Adrian, Young Master Ravian is here to see you."
Adrian spoke after a short pause.
"You can let him in."
