Looking at the dazzling "brilliance" in the wardrobe, and thinking that she actually had the opportunity to wear such a luxurious dress, Melissa couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow!"
"What's wrong? Are you a noble? No matter how good your clothes are, you won't be surprised, right?" Clawnpisi's voice sounded from behind.
"Idiot! Not every noble is rich." Melphis blushed and did not dare to look back. How could she be looked down upon by the common people.
"Then you have never been to a banquet or dance?"
"I have participated...I wore what my mother wore when she was super young. Although it is not as good as the ones here, it is still okay to go on stage."
"Then the quality of your mother's clothes is really good."
"Humph, of course."
"It would be a lot easier if you talked to me with this attitude from the beginning. Why were you so pretentious when you were teaching me in the library?" Cronpis smiled.
"Shouldn't it be common sense to pay attention to etiquette in public places? So for civilians...hehehe?!" Melphis turned around with her hands on her hips a little unhappily, only to be frightened by the attire she was wearing now.
At that moment, Crownpith ordered the Mimic on her body to change from the academy uniform back to its original Stars and Stripes costume.
"You, you, you... what kind of strange outfit is that?"
"Did the butler just say that? Put on clothes that show your true appearance." Crounpis sat down on the chair in the dressing room, hugged his legs, and when his hands touched his socks, the socks turned into
Tights with red and white stripes and white stars on a blue background.
"No...we are not attending a masquerade party today, are we?" Melissa looked back at the aristocratic dresses in the closet and asked suspiciously.
"No, no, no, that's wrong. How do you make clothes change instantly? Is it the effect of magic props? Or is it magic? No, my brain can't keep up..."
"Why, don't you change your clothes?" Crounpis urged strangely.
"Ah, change, change right away." Melissa quickly began to take off her clothes...
A few minutes later, Merriface, who had put on a pink dress that would accidentally step on the hem of her skirt, followed Crounpis into the restaurant nervously.
I couldn't help but feel uneasy. No matter what, I couldn't take my eyes away from the back of Crounpiss. This costume was too abnormal in human society. Although it felt cute for some reason, it was too abnormal.
In the luxuriously decorated restaurant, which even with her own financial resources, Merriface could not afford, and with multiple sets of magical [ntual light] lights lighting up the room at night like daylight, Merriface saw
A boy and a young girl.
Among them, the young girl’s ears are pointed, elf? She doesn’t look like a slave. In the slave market, where demand exceeds supply, why are there still such elves now?
And the magical power of this elf is too terrifying, isn’t it? It’s bigger than Fluder, is it because the elf’s children are also older than Fluder? If I hadn’t seen Fluder twice from a distance, I would definitely have to do it now
Scared to the point of peeing.
And their eyes are all staring at this side.
Alas, I’ve already said that this kind of clothes won’t work. That boy, who Melphis saw from a distance at one of the two banquets she attended in the past, was the second son of Count Cushmont’s family, Varudo.
·Za Brandt Gucimont.
"Ah, um, um, it's our first time meeting." Melissa lifted up her skirt and saluted with a somewhat stiff movement.
"Could it be that this is it?" Varudo's eyes fell on Crounpisi, with a somewhat complicated expression in his eyes.
"Varudo, what are you looking at?" The young girl glared at Varudo dissatisfied, then slightly pulled up the hem of the blood-red skirt, "Jiushu greets you, father."
"I see. It was so rude just now. I am here to pay my respects to my father-in-law." Varudo knelt down on one knee on the spot.
"Ah?" Melphis couldn't help but look around. Are there any middle-aged men here?
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm right here, where are you looking?" Melifis's head was forcibly turned around by Crounpisi, and her eyes were forced to fall on Crounpisi's face.
"B-but..." Melphis was extremely nervous.
Little did they know that Crounpis was also nervous and anxious, so he found an excuse to pinch her face. Why did she change from a "dad" pronounced as "baba" with a strong sense of intimacy to such a strange "father" after not seeing each other for a long time?
There is a new son-in-law soon? Is it true that Granbell is starting a reverse harem?
"Father, did you say that we wanted to see each other in person this time?" Granbell looked a little unhappy, pouting and pointing at Crounpis.
"Ah? Because we are in human society, it is better to wear it all the time. After all, my capacity is not normal, just for a short while, so that the eyes of the person you like can open up."
Crounpis took off a ring and a bracelet from one hand. One was an anti-detection ring, and the other bracelet was used to apply illusion magic to the appearance to appear as a human being. It could also adjust the appearance of age, allowing the person to pretend to be
Humans and fairies who have been hanging out in the academy for several years will not look unnatural.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," but a sharp scream echoed throughout the restaurant.
When Melphis came back to her senses, she realized that it was her own scream, and she was already sitting on the ground weakly, with a moist and warm feeling spreading in her lower body.
How could it be possible? How could it be possible? Why does she have such terrifying magical power? Why does such terrifying magical power exist in the human world?
"You..." Seeing someone being so rude in his own home, Varudo was about to step forward angrily, but Granbell glanced sideways and stopped his legs.
Seeing Crounpis looking at her with a dissatisfied look on her face, Melifis couldn't even stand up. She reflexively moved her weak legs back while shaking her head, tears falling from her eyes.
.
Run away, run away, run away from the monster.
She finally struggled to turn over and crawled toward the door. A warm feeling flowed down her throat and into her mouth. Melissa couldn't stop the acid that overflowed from her mouth, let alone making it even worse.
He was so dirty that he had to reach out and open the door.
How far is this door from me? Why can't I reach it? Is it getting further and further away? Is this an illusion? Is this a dream?
Mom, Dad, my daughter, I know I was wrong. Just study in peace, graduate, try to get a position among the magicians of the empire, and strive to marry a noble son with high status and reputation. Why do you feel like your head is filled with water? What are you fighting for?
More freedom and rights end up attracting monsters?
Is this a dream? Wake up quickly. Why can’t you wake up? Wake up quickly...