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Chapter 45: High tension loli

 

 

“I did it!” (Kuzuha)

“Nya!” (Arge)

 

The first thing I heard when I woke up from my dream was a loud voice that made me let out a scream in surprise.

I took the blanket I used as a mattress and covered myself. Looking in the direction the voice came from, I can see Kuzuha-chan holding something, and she seemed as if she was in a good mood.

My clothes, perhaps?

Yesterday, after my measurements were done, Kuzuha-chan began to make my new clothes immediately.

And she wasn’t alone, she used her “Beast Division” skill to divide into three people.

She had brought cloth and tools herself.

It would take her a while to make the clothes, so I decided to take a nap and wait.

Looking up at the sky, the color of vermillion still remains. It’s not even morning yet.

Perhaps she was making clothes all night. 

I wrapped a blanket around my body for the time being and called out to Kuzuha-chan.

 

“Did you make it overnight?” (Arge)

“I left it to my alter ego half-way through and slept properly.” (Kuzuha)

 

She can do that? Convenient.

I should have become a fox beastkin. Why didn’t you tell me about this, Loli-gramp? Loli-gramp is totally useless.

 

“Arge-san, what’s wrong?” (Kuzuha)

“Oh, no, it’s nothing. Good morning, Kuzuha-chan.” (Arge)

“Yes, good morning.” (Kuzuha)

 

Kuzuha-chan came close to me, wearing a joyful expression. It seems that the alter ego had returned and her three tails were swinging joyfully.
I didn’t know the details of the clothes because she was still holding it, but the colors seem to be black and white.

 

“Arge-san, I will put it on you, so please come here!” (Kuzuha)

“No, I can put it on myself.” (Arge)

“I made it, so please let me put it on you properly and check if it fits well enough” (Kuzuha)

“Haaa, if that’s what you want.” (Arge)

 

Even if the girl who made it says so, it is still a matter of concern. I obediently listened to her.

When I took off my blanket in front of Kuzuha-chan, she started to dress me at once. She raised my arms and started dressing me. She was treating me like I was a mannequin or something, so I closed my eyes, and waited for it to end, as it was troublesome.

 

“And this goes on your head… and…It’s done!” (Kuzuha)

“…hm.” (Arge)

 

Since it seems it has ended, I looked at my body from head to toe.
It is a black long skirt, long-sleeved clothes. It is covered with a frilly apron. Touching the hair clip put on my head, they were more frills.
It’s a fluffy decoration and an apron, but it is strange and harmonious that there is black chicness.  I have such an impression by looking at the large hand mirror that Kuzuha-chan delightfully presented.
A girl in the mirror, a silver-haired girl wearing on her head is a headdress called White Brim. 
Although it is not a big enough mirror that you can see the whole body, they were clothes that you can fully understand by just checking up to the shoulder.

 

“A maid uniform?” (Arge)

“You know what they are?” (Kuzuha)

“I know it well enough.” (Arge)

 

Some of the “caretakers” who were at the Kuon Family mansion were dressed like this. It can be said that this kind of clothing is like cooking wear, it is the uniform of a woman’s care staff other than the escort. Of course, the details are different, but they are roughly the same. For me, it can be said that I am familiar. Somehow, I familiar with work clothes, and costumes so I feel a calm atmosphere. (MR: And yet another paragraph I don’t understand.)

…It was easy to move in.

When I was living at the mansion, it looked like it was tight and restrictive but it’s quite comfortable to wear. It may be surprisingly excellent as an outfit for a follower.

 

“Oh, It seems to fit perfectly!” (Kuzuha)

 

Kuzuha-chan was worried about whether or not I’m satisfied with the result. I can tell from her tails and ears. I picked up the hem of the clothes and moved around, letting Kuzuha-chan watch from various angles.  (See translators corner)

I was wondering if Kuzuha-chan would make me a kimono, similar to how she looks, but she made an unexpected costume instead.

 

“Is there anything uncomfortable? I will fix it.” (Kuzuha)

“No, it’s perfect.” (Arge)

 

I try to bend and stretch. There was no uncomfortable.
It doesn’t loose or tight, there’s no sense of incongruity. 
I’m impressed. Even though she had three people, she must’ve worked hard to make these dressy clothes overnight.

She even made them by hand and the measurements are a perfect fit.

 

“It matches very well with Arge-san’s silver hair…..Please do not hesitate to tell me, I will repair it as soon as possible if it is torn.” (Kuzuha)

“I understand. Thank you.” (Arge)

“Please wear it for the moment, next time I will make Japanese clothes, so let’s wear matching clothes and go out together!” (Kuzuha)

 

…Ah, I think I get it now.

It seems that Kuzuha-chan likes to wear dress up clothes. Is this maid outfit the first step?
I don’t have the right to veto because she was the one who made it.
I am thankful that I now have clothes to wear again.

 

“Well then, what shall we have for breakfast?…Uh…are you okay with dried meat?” (Kuzuha)

“No, because I am fine without eating…… let’s depart when Kuzuha-chan finishes eating. We still have your luggage, let me carry it.” (Arge)

 

Kuzuha-chan’s luggage is huge.
She tried to bring as many things as possible. There is no doubt that there will be considerable weight.
It is troublesome, the moving speed will slow down if we bring so much baggage.
Since storage can be done infinitely, it is better to put what I can put into my Blood Bag.

 

“My luggage is pretty heavy, I can’t let you or Mr. horse carry it…” (Kuzuha)

“It’s okay, except for meat, it can be stored by my ability” (Arge)

“What…?” (Kuzuha)

 

I decided to explain the ability of Blood Bag to Kuzuha-chan, who gave me a strange look.

…We still don’t know anything about each other yet.

She says that she is a friend, but what exactly do you want with that? How are we supposed to be friends?
I just started to understand her and understand myself.
I can not be understood how to make friends with such a child.
It is troublesome to keep thinking about not understanding, so I decided not to be conscious of it.
Now I just need to speak what I need. (MR: Speaking of not understanding, can someone help?)

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