When I appeared from the stairs, the gaze of everyone was on me all at once.
It seems that with the current shape I'm in, the smell of commoner is oozing out of me.
I am wearing my robe over my uniform because it is cold outside.
The grey robe bought five years ago, the cuff is worn out, and large patches are visible near the chest.
Since I have become taller recently, likewise it has appeared smaller on me.
To say it bluntly, it is a shabby thing now.