Chapter 356: Silent Bombardment

The models wore extremely unique outfits, each fully dedicated and excited, knowing they would be the highlight of this fashion week.

If luck favored them, they would appear repeatedly in the glossy pages of fashion magazines, all because of the clothes they wore.

Hunting animals for their beautiful fur and wearing it has always been normal—past, present, and future.

But today was different. Fabrics mimicking animal fur patterns combined with accessories and feathers accentuated the theme, and each model radiated a distinct wildness.

True wildness—untamed and fierce.

This unique aura instantly grabbed everyone’s attention. Flashing lights erupted, bathing the stage in silver and white.

The crowd screamed for designs that were bolder, trendier, and wilder than anything before.

The adrenaline rush quickly peaked the atmosphere—an entirely new style was born.

A model dressed as a spotted hyena passed by Lynch and Severella. Her body was decorated with colorful paint, leopard print, vivid feathers, and a fluffy tail that captivated everyone from the moment she appeared.

Severella’s attention was fully on her.

“Lynch, those tails… are they sewn onto the clothes?” Severella asked curiously, watching the animal-inspired models. “They don’t swing wildly with movement but have a rhythmic flow, almost as if they’re part of the body.”

In the past, people made similar designs—like puffy skirts needing a frame to hold their shape.

But those skirts had an awkward problem: the frame caused them to spin slightly when worn, sometimes slipping down and distorting the garment, which looked unappealing.

Fixing this required more supports, making the skirt uncomfortable to wear.

Yet this tail didn’t have those issues. Based on her understanding—she had her own brand, albeit small—if the tail were simply sewn onto the skirt, its movement wouldn’t look so graceful and wouldn’t avoid deforming the skirt.

She was intrigued by the design, thinking she might use this technique for her brand. It could become a trend this season or next. She wanted to catch this wave.

“You’d better not know,” Lynch said with a playful smile, brushing off her curiosity. “Nothing special.”

The more you deny someone, the more they want to know.

After she insisted twice that she had the right to know, Lynch whispered some of the secret design details into her ear.

Whether it was the warm breath or the slightly risqué content, her ears flushed red, spreading to her cheeks.

She shot Lynch a glare and whispered, “Dirty.”

Lynch turned and asked a woman sitting close to him, dressed elegantly, “Am I dirty?”

She appraised Lynch’s handsome face for a moment, then smiled and shook her head. “Of course not, Mr. Lynch.”

“Thank you!” Lynch smiled, then looked back at Severella. “See? You’re wrong.”

The small teasing didn’t affect the presentation of the design’s style and concept—it was a huge success. Stunning designs would appear again at the upcoming fall-winter show.

For now, this was enough.

The next day, nearly every fashion-related newspaper, magazine, and program reported on the extraordinary show. People of this era were easily impressed—one of their greatest blessings, living daily with surprises.

This unique style shook the fashion world. In the next day’s interview, the lead designer revealed the inspiration—Lynch.

“I owe thanks to Mr. Lynch. At first, I refused because he hadn’t shown any exceptional talent in this field or achievements.”

“I need to apologize. I even thought he was arrogant because of his youth, but I was wrong.”

“Some people are born with talents others don’t have. Mr. Lynch is one of them—full of wisdom and charm. Talking with him made me feel like a clueless student.”

The designer kept praising Lynch until reporters nudged him to focus on the questions.

He snapped back, then resumed, “When we struggled with the theme for the commemorative fashion week, Mr. Lynch approached me and asked, Hey, what do you think of my adventures?”

“I said, Great, fresh, exciting, honestly.”

“Then he asked, Why not combine fashion with adventure and nature?”

“And that’s how everything you saw came to be…”

“Beasts, nature, raw beauty—the beauty of God’s creation.”

“Unrefined beauty is supreme. We can’t create it, but we can learn and imitate it.”

Lynch’s acquisition of part of the brand and providing design inspiration had clear reasons. So far, the results were excellent, and even some lower-tier brands had begun following suit.

Developing Nagaryll was no simple task and not something two people or one or two companies could achieve—it required society’s collective enthusiasm.

The more people willing to go to Nagaryll, the higher the Federation people’s status and influence there, gradually changing Nagaryll’s society.

Nagaryll’s people would first start speaking the Federation’s accented common language, then use the Federation’s currency, make limited friendships with Federation people, and slowly embrace their culture.

It wouldn’t happen overnight but in three, five, or seven to eight years, the younger generation would grow up and forget much of the past—they would become one of us.

They would speak the accented common language, have many Federation friends, read Federation books, listen to Federation music, enjoy Federation movies.

Except for their bloodline, they would basically be Federation people.

By then, who was who wouldn’t matter. What mattered was that everyone was one of us.

But someone had to do it, to make it happen. The best way was to influence the Federation people in every way and inspire their passion.

Fashion was a perfect choice. Young people loved pursuing fashion—they not only chased trends but studied fashion and its background more seriously than their studies.

If all this were summed up in one word, it would be influence.

Lynch was building influence, spreading it, and reaching more people.

After the final day of fashion week, Lynch and Severella took separate trains back to Eminence. They traveled separately because the butler insisted that if Severella stayed with Lynch, she might lose something precious to her.

Though for many, that thing wasn’t as valuable as people imagined, and some girls even felt ashamed of having it once they reached adulthood.

Still, under Mr. Wadrick’s strong insistence, Severella reluctantly took the overnight train alone.

The next day, when Lynch returned to Eminence after a long journey, the third round of negotiations with the Nagaryll delegation had just concluded.

“They agreed to two of your demands, but rejected the third.”

Back in Eminence, Lynch dove straight into work. He had presented three conditions to Drag. The first two didn’t threaten Drag or others’ core interests, so they agreed. But the third—making the Federation Sol the official currency of the Kingdom of Nagaryll—was rejected.

“They didn’t offer many reasons but held firm on this point.”

Lynch reviewed the meeting records while listening to Mr. Truman’s briefing and gradually understood the delegation’s stance.

After finishing the records, he closed the files and looked at Truman. “We’ll step back, and they must step back too. We can drop the demand for the Federation Sol to be the official legal tender, but they must officially recognize its legality as a circulating currency.”

It sounded like a tongue twister, but this was no simple word game—every word in negotiations of this level was crucial.