Chapter 74: Remilia Can Sound the Sirens the Moment She Speaks.
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Having unexpectedly learned that Anna Yanami liked Kihara, Lala—who held a rather favorable impression of her—began contemplating how to help her lover, fiancé, and future King of Deviluke, Kihara, accept Anna's confession.
While such a gesture might seem utterly incomprehensible to others, it wasn't a particularly difficult choice for Lala to make.
She liked Kihara, so any girl who also liked Kihara would naturally share common ground with her. And as long as they had common ground, they could become great friends.
If Kihara happened to like this friend as well, having two girls become his girlfriends together would be a double dose of happiness. Not to mention Anna Yanami was his childhood friend—Lala had zero reason not to lend her a helping hand.
'Though if I step in rashly, it feels like Anna might become even more hesitant to confess to Kihara instead. Maybe I can make a few new inventions to give her a hand!'
Having made up her mind, the moment Lala returned home after school, she buried herself straight into her room to begin tinkering with a new invention.
Ignoring Anna Yanami, whose eyes were bulging out in utter shock, Remilia put her hands on her hips and flew up in front of Kihara, declaring with supreme arrogance: "My loyal butler, come out and accompany me to buy clothes right now."
Tilting his head slightly toward the despondent Nana in the background, Kihara retracted his gaze and asked, "What happened to Nana? She didn't even come to stop you."
"Hmph hmph~ She ignorantly challenged this Young Miss to a battle, and ended up looking like that after losing! Now I can exercise the rights that rightfully belonged to me all along!"
When it came to things in the house that could be used for a challenge and were familiar to Nana, Kihara could only think of fighting games. What he hadn't guessed was that after playing with him for so long, she could still lose to a novice like Remilia.
[She really is so terrible at games that even a pro like me can't carry her.]
[Thou speakest complete falsehoods! When playing with her, thou wert purely abusing her single-handedly, with zero intention of actually teaching her!]
[Getting beaten up is the best teacher—that's what Yuuka told me.]
[I sincerely hope thou never becomest a teacher in the future.]
Remilia glared fiercely at Kihara, her expression heavily implying: If you don't accompany me to buy clothes, I'm going to spill the beans right now about how you tricked me out of my body.
Left with no choice, Kihara instructed Momo and Anna Yanami: "Please take care of dinner, you two. Remilia and I might not be back to eat."
"Understood, brother-in-law! Go ahead and enjoy shopping with Miss Remilia without worrying!"
"Mmhmm~ You're quite sensible for a young girl, unlike your silly younger sister."
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A YOUNGER SISTER?! I'm Momo's BIG sister!!" Nana went completely wild, scratching her pink hair into a messy bird's nest as she roared toward the sky: "Why does everyone always think Momo is the big sister?! Curse it... Is it really because of that damned extra fat on her chest?!"
Before anyone could react, she sprinted up to the second floor yelling "Big sister!", seemingly heading to seek Lala's help.
"Uh... I'll comfort Nana after I get back. Remilia, let's go."
"Mmhmm."
Momo led the slightly bewildered Anna Yanami into the living room, explaining Remilia's background while asking about what Kihara had encountered at school today.
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Because flying around out in public was far too eye-catching—and violated the regulations written in Kaguya's Transmigration Manual—Remilia obediently retracted her wings to walk on her two feet.
Yet after walking a distance of barely five hundred meters, she found walking far too troublesome. Stopping in her tracks, she proactively extended her arms toward Kihara: "I'm tired. Carry me."
"As you command, Young Miss."
Remilia was exceedingly light; to Kihara, her weight was essentially non-existent. Sitting comfortably in his arms, she suddenly pulled out a phone, opened the camera, flipped the lens toward herself, and pressed the shutter.
Snap!
"Why the sudden photo?"
"Vampires can't leave reflections in mirrors, and the same used to apply to cameras. But that's all in the past now, so I wanted to try what taking a photo actually feels like."
"No wonder the unofficial news from that paparazzi Aya described you and Flandre purely through text."
At the mention of the unscrupulous reporter, Remilia let out a cold hmph, her crimson eyes gleaming with a strange light in the dark night: "If that paparazzi Aya ever dares sneak into the Scarlet Devil Mansion for stealth shots again, I'll definitely use Gungnir to punch a few holes straight through her!"
"Aww, what an adorable girl! Is this your younger sister?"
"Look at her clothes! The fabric looks so luxurious!"
"For real! Could she be a young noble lady?"
The two walking down the street were suddenly surrounded by several gyaru high school girls. Because Kihara habitually wore glasses to disguise himself, Remilia's unique aristocratic aura and doll-like, delicate appearance were all the more eye-catching.
"You insolent humans..."
Feeling treated like a child and her dignity offended, Remilia bared her sharp tiger fangs, her delicate fists clenching instinctively.
Kihara hurriedly held down her restless little hands: "Don't get mad at them. Let's hurry up and go buy clothes!"
With that, he carried Remilia as he slipped right through the gyaru girls' encirclement, heading straight toward a high-end boutique specializing in custom children's wear.
"Welcome! May I ask if..."
Before the clerk approaching them could finish her sentence, Kihara cut her off proactively: "That's right. Bring out your absolute finest fabrics—I want to tailor custom outfits specifically for the Young Miss!"
"Understood! I'll fetch the sample catalog right away!"
"Ho~ Coming straight to a custom boutique? You've thought things through quite thoroughly."
Remilia patted Kihara's shoulder twice in approval, letting him set her down.
The interior of this clothing boutique was luxurious without losing its regal elegance. Although it wasn't her favored gothic style, it was just barely qualified to tailor clothes for her.
The clerk quickly returned holding a heavy booklet filled with photos of various fabrics and garment designs.
"Young Miss, please follow me to take the specific measurements required for custom tailoring."
"Mmhmm, lead the way."
The aristocratic aura radiating from Remilia's every gesture made the clerk realize that the person before her was a genuine young noble lady rather than a little girl being called that for fun, causing her to bow even lower.
"Please step this way."
Before long, Kihara settled the clothing styles and fabrics with another clerk. The designs he selected matched Remilia's taste exceptionally well. In her delight, she generously planted a kiss right on his left cheek.
In a single second, the respectful gazes of the two clerks transformed into suspicious glares that screamed 'I want to call the police!'
Kihara paid swiftly, then picked up Remilia and departed the shop. He felt immensely fortunate that she had kissed his cheek rather than his lips just now; otherwise, he would be hearing sirens wailing in his direction right about now.
Just as the two passed by the transparent display window of another clothing store, Remilia opened her mouth to speak again, pointing at the hollowed-out black lace thigh-high stockings on a mannequin's legs:
"Why didn't we custom-order this kind of socks back in the shop earlier? Clearly, when you saw me wearing them that night, weren't you exceptionally happy?"
The bustling street fell into a dead, silent stillness in an instant. Countless gazes shot like razor-sharp arrows straight toward Kihara. Covering Remilia's small mouth, he broke out in a cold sweat and fled the scene at lightspeed.
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