**Day 39 Night White Weirdo Pervert**
We make it back to town. We hurry through clothing shops before they close.
Now that Armor Committee Chair has a flesh-and-blood body, keeping her in armor all the time feels too cruel. She is a girl, so she should be interested in clothes too. She browses this and that, hesitates, picks things timidly, compares them, and thinks hard—but she looks so happy that I keep pushing her to buy more and more.
She is holding back, but I force her to buy without mercy! Because it is incredibly good for my eyes too. The divine beauty almost makes me want to worship her on the spot, but works of art are meant to be admired! I stare openly. Absolutely! We look around a lot, but sadly there are no erotic clothes. Very sad. If there were, it would cause high-school-boy-level disaster, but still sad.
Armor Committee Chair happily carries a mountain of clothes while walking. Can she even see ahead? When I try putting them in the item bag or carrying half, she shakes her head no. Maybe shopping is fun and carrying everything home is fun too, so I let her do as she pleases. She looks this happy, after all. She could not even do something like this for so long, so she deserves mountains of fun and happy things. In other words, buying her mountains of clothes is no problem at all.
After going around all the clothing stores in town, we finally return to the inn. The inn's name is still the same.
"I'm home～? I was cleaning the cave and forest, so I got back late? It had been neglected for quite a while, so I cleaned it thoroughly—nice and fresh, nice and clean? Kinda?"
For some reason I am greeted by forty jito eyes? The atmosphere feels off? The jito stares are somehow clinging and sticky. Okay—fried rice! Fried rice finally activates! The fried rice command has been issued here! Operation Fried Rice Jito-Eye Interception!
""""Welcome back～, oh really～? Nice and clean～?""""
"Really～? Haruka-kun's face looks nice and clean too～?"
"Yeah, you cleaned up a lot of things～, huh?"
"Coming home in the morning after cleaning must have been tough～? And it's already night."
"You worked really hard to get nice and clean～? Staying out so late."
"""This and that and so on! …(long rant continues)""""
I hurriedly start shaking the iron wok. Fire magic alone provides enough heat. Eggs are precious and barely enough, but ingredients are plentiful and the rice is nice and separate. Long-grain rice really is ideal for fried rice. Above all, the fact that this world has sesame oil is the biggest deciding factor. We already have soy sauce. No white pepper, so it's black pepper, but it should still be delicious. If we had nori I would have made nori fried rice, but no helping that. I shake six large woks while a huge stockpot simmers soup. In the oil, mysterious bird karaage sizzles away. Preparations complete. Fried rice set meal is finally descending upon this world—this otherworld!
I drizzle soy sauce into the wok, let it scorch lightly while shaking, and the aroma of burnt soy sauce fills the entire dining hall. The girls who were muttering complaints fall silent, swallow hard, and stare at the flying fried rice.
"Fried rice ready～. Grab plates and come get some～? Mystery bird karaage too～? Comes with soup～? Fried rice set meal～? Well, it has mushrooms in it again, though."
Plate-holding starving children line up. Heap the rice full to overflowing and smiles bloom. The girls squeal and chatter as they sit and immediately start devouring. The idiots brought giant platters, so I smack them with the ladle, give them extra-large fried rice and double karaage—they grab karaage and run off without waiting to sit. Karaage fried rice set really is a staple for guys. Once everyone has some, I beckon Armor Committee Chair over and serve her a set too. She says she does not need to eat, but if she can eat delicious food it would be a waste not to. Tasting is happiness. I gave her an extra-large portion. Yes—fried rice set meal. Finally achieved in this otherworld.
""""Deliciousssss!!""""
It seems it was delicious. The ingredients and seasonings are full of complaints, honestly, but it is nostalgic for everyone. Just a little over a month, yet it already feels incredibly nostalgic. Not the world or otherworld stuff—just ordinary daily life and routine. I miss bookstores too, but I have no hope of finding one? Should I summon one?
Armor Committee Chair says armor makes eating difficult, so she is going to change. The face guard probably makes it hard. Removing just the helmet part would work, but she probably cannot wait to try on the new clothes. She bought so many she could barely carry them—she must have been dying to wear them. Apparently I have to keep donating even after returning to town?
Everyone is happily munching away when finally the change finishes and Armor Committee Chair—armor-less—comes down to the dining hall.
She removed the armor and entered in normal townspeople clothes, but the air freezes instantly. Stiff. No one is looking at their food anymore. It is fried rice? Delicious, right?
Just a simple longer tunic—kind of tunic dress style—paired with ankle-length loose pants. Very ordinary outfit. Stylish wear, but nothing expensive or rare—just normal clothes.
Yet on her perfect figure it looks stunningly elegant, like a fashion model! Turn her into mail-order and it would sell like crazy! Just wearing it makes her a fashion leader. Ordinary simple clothes suddenly look like casual chic. Model power too high.
The loose tunic drapes softly along her body line, accentuating her figure. Loose pants that would normally look frumpy become stylish and sexy thanks to those impossibly long legs. Unfair! And her face is even more incredible. The receptionist lady who saw her up close forgot to breathe and had to be rescued by the others—forced to take deep breaths, but her eyes still cannot look away. Beauty beyond poison—practically a weapon. The boys are frozen solid along with the air, left abandoned. They probably do not need to breathe anyway—they do not read the room, so they do not need air. Also, stop looking—stats are dropping!
The girls bathed with her so they already know, yet they are still staring in fascination? But I think the no-clothes version was way more shocking? Yeah, it was shocking. Seriously.
Armor-less Armor Committee Chair comes over to eat with us, sits at the previous seat, and starts. I wondered how otherworlders would react to fried rice, but she nods happily while eating—passed. Good, good. Looks like fried rice is great even in this otherworld.
"Tomorrow maybe clean up the dungeon? First floor renovation was only half-done?"
"…?"
She tilts her head, puzzled. Probably never imagined her own labyrinth was being remodeled without permission.
If she had descended floor by floor without falling straight to the bottom, she would have found an incredible underground mansion waiting.
In a way, ultimate labyrinth conquest method: invade, take over, live in it, renovate into a base while conquering. Monsters would be shocked. Never imagined their 100th-floor home was being turned into an underground grand hot-spring plan, but hot springs feel good, right? Especially together—looks extremely comfortable. I do not know what feels good about it, but it definitely feels extremely good! But if I build it I will probably become a hikikomori on the 100th floor. No confidence I would ever come out! Seriously need elevator development.
There might still be treasure chests, so let us go check anyway.