Chapter 1238
It wasn’t an overly delicate style, but rather a brilliant fusion of traditional aesthetics with modern haute couture tailoring.
The cut was exquisite, the colors rich, the waist cinched to perfection, and the slits placed just right.
Even girls with curvier figures found it incredibly flattering and slimming.
Most importantly, on both the Competition Gear and the Gala Attire, the left chest featured a vibrant Elyndorian flag, hand-embroidered with top-tier silk threads.
The stars gleamed, clearly crafted stitch by painstaking stitch by a master artisan. With trembling hands, the competitors traced the bright flag on their clothes.
The grievances and humiliation they had suffered moments ago vanished, replaced by a surging wave of overwhelming emotion.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Several team members stared at their uniforms, their eyes reddening.
They all knew what this meant.
This wasn’t some hastily thrown-together emergency fix.
This was a meticulously prepared defense, crafted by someone who genuinely held Elyndor and its competitors in her heart.
These uniforms were the pride and backbone of their nation.
Even in a foreign land, facing endless dirty tricks and calculated hostility, they would never bow their heads.
They would never compromise!
Standing to the side, Mr. Ashwell stared at the rows of uniforms, completely shell- shocked.
He opened his mouth, taking a long time to find his voice. “These p>
“Did you have all of this prepared before we even arrived in Severia p>
Serena looked indifferent. “Yes p>
Mr. Ashwell swallowed hard, his eyes filled with complex emotion. “Did you… anticipate all of this p>
Serena raised her eyes, her tone as calm as ever. “Not exactly p>
“But when dealing with scum who have no bottom line, it’s best to take precautions p>
Those few simple words sent shockwaves through Mr. Ashwell’s heart.
Take precautions.
It sounded so effortless.
But how many people could actually pull it off?
She had clearly known from the start that this trip to Severia wouldn’t be smooth sailing.
She didn’t just solve problems.
Before anyone else had even
realized the danger, she had already secured their exit strategy, protected their dignity, and shielded them from any potential humiliation.
In that moment, Mr. Ashwell was completely and utterly won over.
Serena’s foresight, her methods, her depth, and her sense of responsibility went far beyond what any ordinary student possessed.
He stared at her in silence for a long time before letting out a slow, deep breath.
His eyes reflected nothing but genuine, profound respect.
Meanwhile, the Elyndorian competitors couldn’t hold back any longer.
Especially after feeling the exquisite texture and masterful embroidery of their uniforms.
The suffocating anger they had felt
over those cheap, ruined clothes
finally found a release and their
eyes sparkled with fierce
tement.
“Captain, I’m going to go change right now p>
“Let’s go, let’s go! Get dressed p>
“This is insanely cool. I just checked the size, and it’s a perfect fit p>
“Captain, how did you even know our exact measurements p>
“The Gala Attire is incredible. This is the first time I’ve actually looked forward to a stadium entrance p>
Chattering excitedly, the team clutched their uniforms and practically sprinted toward the changing rooms and their suites.
Even Caleb, who was usually more reserved, couldn’t hide the obvious thrill in his eyes.
Lydia hugged her dress, her cheeks
flushed with excitement. Before
leaving she couldn’t help but look
bank at Serena, whispering
earnestly, “Captain, you are seriously amazing p>
Serena merely lifted her gaze lazily, her expression unchanged. “Hurry up. Don’t
waste time p>
“Yes, Captain p>
The team responded in unison before sprinting off even faster.