Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra-Chapter 527: A Spender Lady

The city square was alive with the usual evening bustle—merchants packing away goods, last-minute shoppers haggling over prices, the scent of baked bread and roasted meats lingering in the air.

The sun was dipping lower now, casting long shadows over the stone pathways, and with it, the warmth of the day had begun to fade. A crisp breeze curled through the streets, carrying with it the first signs of the evening chill.

And yet—

Lucavion was not concerned with the cold.

No, his current concern was something far more dangerous.

His wallet.

Because Aeliana—calm, composed, vengeful Aeliana—had decided that if he was offering to buy her clothes, then she would take full advantage of it.

And she did so with the smooth efficiency of a woman who had no intention of holding back.

Lucavion exhaled, standing with his hands in his pockets as yet another set of clothes was added to the growing pile.

How did it get to this point?

Ah, yes. It started when they approached a well-known clothing vendor near the center of the square.

The shop was set up beneath a large canvas awning, racks of clothing neatly arranged under the warm glow of lanterns. The merchant—a shrewd-looking woman with quick hands and even quicker words—had immediately taken an interest in Aeliana, recognizing the signs of nobility despite her current attempt to blend in.

That, of course, led to this.

Aeliana, standing before a full-length mirror that had been set up outside the stall, inspected herself with quiet precision as she tried on the first selection—a fitted dark green tunic with delicate gold embroidery along the sleeves, paired with a high-collared, fur-lined cloak that draped elegantly over her shoulders.

"Functional and warm," she mused, turning slightly to examine the fabric. "I like this one."

Lucavion smirked. "Well, that was fast."

Aeliana arched a brow. "Oh, we're far from done."

And she meant it.

Because next came a deep navy-blue overcoat, sleek and fitted, cinched at the waist with subtle silver detailing along the cuffs. Beneath it, a midnight-black blouse, layered with a high-necked tunic that flattered her frame without being overly restrictive.

Lucavion whistled. "Ah, you do look sharp in that one."

Aeliana smirked. "Noted."

Then came a softer look—a pale cream blouse, light and airy, paired with a deep burgundy vest that added a touch of richness to the ensemble. Aeliana adjusted the cuffs slightly, as if testing the feel of it, before giving a small nod of approval.

Lucavion hummed. "I suppose I should have expected you to be thorough."

"Oh, we haven't even started," Aeliana replied smoothly.

And she proved it.

A charcoal-gray traveling coat—long and practical, lined with subtle silver threading. A light brown tunic, layered with a sleeveless black surcoat that gave it a slightly more structured look. A dark crimson shirt, made of finer material, paired with a subtle leather belt.

By the time Aeliana had finished selecting several sets of outfits—including boots and gloves—Lucavion was standing beside a growing stack of wrapped parcels.

He exhaled, shaking his head as he handed over yet another payment to the merchant, who was far too happy to accommodate this turn of events.

"You know," he mused, glancing at Aeliana, "I'm starting to think you're enjoying this a little too much."

Aeliana, dressed now in one of her new selections—a fitted black tunic with a structured deep-green cloak—tilted her head slightly.

"I am," she admitted without hesitation.

Lucavion exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. "At least you're honest."

Aeliana adjusted the cloak slightly, fastening it at her collarbone. "If you complain, I could always find more."

Lucavion held up a hand. "No, no. I know when I've lost."

Aeliana smirked. "Good."

Aeliana stepped back into the small fitting area, pulling the curtain closed behind her as she began to change.

The creamy blouse was light against her skin, the fabric softer than she expected. She had bought it more out of curiosity than anything else—something different, something simple. She fastened the buttons, adjusting the cuffs before reaching for the burgundy vest she had also chosen.

It fit well, snug against her frame, adding a structured touch to the otherwise relaxed look.

But after a moment, she hesitated.

It was… warm.

The evening air had cooled, but the layers felt too much. Aeliana exhaled softly, undoing the vest and setting it aside.

Stepping out, she found Lucavion already waiting.

He had, of course, stored everything neatly away in his spatial ring, effortlessly removing the weight of the purchases with a flick of mana. It was unfairly convenient—something she would never admit aloud.

Lucavion glanced at her as she approached, his eyes briefly flickering over her new outfit before settling back on her face.

Aeliana smoothed the cuffs of her blouse as they started walking. "It's the first time I've worn commoner's clothes."

Lucavion raised a brow. "Truly?"

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Aeliana nodded, looking down at herself for a moment. "I always thought it would feel… different."

Lucavion hummed in thought before offering smoothly, "The quality may not be top-notch, but clothing is clothing at the end of the day." He smirked slightly. "It is the wearer that makes it shine."

Aeliana arched a brow, tilting her head slightly. "Oh… Is that a compliment?"

Lucavion chuckled. "Indeed."

Then, with the casual ease of someone who enjoyed stirring trouble, he nodded slightly toward the square. "Look—even now, quite a few people are still looking at you. See that guy over there?"

Aeliana followed his gaze, and sure enough—

There was a young man near one of the food stalls, pausing mid-bite into a roasted skewer, his gaze locked on her with unmistakable admiration.

Aeliana blinked.

Lucavion grinned. "He cannot take his eyes off you."

Aeliana let out a soft, unimpressed sigh. "Of course he can't."

It wasn't arrogance—it was fact.

She had been raised in a world where beauty was another form of currency, where appearances mattered as much as reputation. She knew what she looked like. She had always known.

So the attention didn't surprise her.

But what did surprise her—

Was that she didn't care.

Not about him.

Not about them.

Her thoughts drifted, almost unconsciously, to the man beside her.

Aeliana's gaze lingered on Lucavion, her expression unreadable.

Then, with smooth precision, she asked, "What about you?"

Lucavion turned to her, arching a brow.

Aeliana tilted her head ever so slightly, her amber eyes gleaming. "Can you take your eyes off me?"

Lucavion's smirk didn't falter. If anything, it deepened, like he had been waiting for something amusing to happen.

But then—

He looked at her.

Really looked at her.

And Aeliana—

Refused to look away.

She held his gaze, steady and unwavering, letting the silence stretch between them like a taut wire.

Lucavion didn't move, didn't speak. His dark eyes searched hers, as if trying to find the angle to turn this into yet another playful exchange. Yet something in her expression made him pause.

And then—

He broke first.

Lucavion averted his gaze, turning his head just slightly, exhaling through his nose as if utterly unbothered.

"See…" he murmured, his voice perfectly even, "I can."

But Aeliana saw it.

The way his fingers flexed ever so slightly in his pockets.

The way his smirk, though still present, had lost a fraction of its usual sharpness.

And—most importantly—

The way the tips of his ears had turned just the faintest shade of red.

Aeliana let the moment stretch just a bit longer, committing the sight to memory.

Then—

She smirked.

"….."

Lucavion cleared his throat. "Let's go."