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Arriving at the Valderrama mansion, Javier immediately felt Yami's presence.
Frowning, as he didn't know where she had gone to not be, when the police came to the mansion, as Javier was sure that she could persuade the authority as he had done recently.
[April 29]{15:52}[Valderrama Mansion]
—Get up sleepyheads, we're home—.
He said, opening the doors of the van for Yuuna and Asahi to get up, while Shio continued sleeping in his arms.
—...! I'm, I'm sorry, I fell asleep—.
—You're on edge, it's understandable that you're exhausted. Go take a bath.
—But I have to prepare the food—.
—None of that, go take a shower, rest a little, I'll call you when the food is ready.
—Don't you have to leave this afternoon?—
—Yes, but I'm not worried about that. The most important thing is that you're rested before I leave.
Grateful, Yuuna bends down a little and takes Shio who hadn't woken up.
Watching the Kobe family leave for their rooms on the second floor, Javier disappears and appears in front of Yami who was watching television.
—You're blocking the TV, move away—.
—Where have you been? You know what happened while you were gone.
—You solved it—.
-Clear-.
—So it wasn't that bad. By the way, the credit card is over-limited.
Giving him a scare, Javier checks his cell phone and the cards he had in his possession.
Looking at his credit card, he realizes that throughout the morning and mid-afternoon Yami had spent over one hundred million dollars, leaving him penniless.
—Because you took the dollar card, when the yen card is there! Not in the first place where you took the card, it's always in my wallet.
—What does that matter? I'm done shopping, so I don't know anything.
—Stop, miss, you're going to tell me right now what you bought.
Not letting her get up, Javier covered her with his body and the furniture, preventing her from moving.
—Ahhh, well sit down—.
Not even moving a muscle, Yami didn't even try to insist and pulled the list out of her apron.
—The first thing on the list was yogurt. So I went to Greece to get Greek yogurt.
-Wait-.
—Now that—.
—Why did you go to Greece, to buy Greek yogurt?—.
"You're asking the dumbest question, husband. It's clearly the best yogurt this planet can produce. Did you seriously think I'd go to one of those stores or supermarkets and pick up just any old, worthless, nutritious one?"
-Why does it seem like I'm the one being scolded?-
The way he acts and how it influences behavior is illogical. Javier is starting to get a headache. I ask even though I don't want to.
—How much did you buy?—.
—10 tons—.
—10 tons!... exactly what you've done, Yami. Did you ever think that some simpletons could finish Greek yogurt every hour like water?
—That's already taken care of. In the kitchen, I bought a 100-liter milk tank where the 10 tons are compressed. I took the trouble to seal it hermetically, and I left a tap where it will be poured.
"So many things you want to know, but I'd rather not get into them. What was next on the list?"
No longer even trying to cover her body, she sat to the side and let her head fall towards Yami's thighs.
—The other product was the sausages. It took me much longer to gather them, since I traveled to: Spain, Italy, Germany, France, Portugal, Switzerland, Austria, Hungary, Poland, Greece, Argentina, Uruguay, Colombia, Ecuador, Mexico, China, Turkey, Russia, Croatia, Belgium. From those places, I chose a sausage that stands out, such as: Jamón Ibérico Nduja, Bratwurst, Saucisson sec, Alheira, Salsiz, Kiisekrainer, Kolbasz, Kielbasa, Loikániko, Salame de Tandil, Longaniza, Bautifarra Soledeña, Morcilla serrana, Mexican Longaniza, Lap cheong, Sacuk, Doctor's Kolbasa, Kulen, Boudin Blanc.
Covering her face, she asked in a trembling voice.
-How much?-.
—A ton of each sausage per country. I also took the trouble to make minor adjustments to the industrial freezer.
—I'd rather not ask. What else?
—Cheese, this time, while I was shopping for cold cuts, I bought cheese from: France, Italy, Switzerland, Spain, the United Kingdom, the Netherlands, Greece, Portugal, Mexico, and the United States. Which ones I bought: Cornebert, Perminiano Reggiano, Gruyere, Manchego, Cheddar, Gouda, Feta, Queijo da Serra, Queso Oaxaca, and American Cheddar. For every cheese I bought, a ton, I used the room across from the kitchen as a cheese cellar. Of course, I remodeled it.
—Please continue.
—Next on the list was condiments. I won't say where I went this time, but I still scoured cities and countries to find the freshest ones. I bought a ton of each condiment and remodeled the room next to the cheese.
-Go on-.
—Next came the meat: premium, I bought it here in Japan — Kobe beef; Argentina — grass-fed beef; Uruguay — premium beef; the US — Angus and USDA Prime beef; followed by Australia — Wagyu, Anguilla, and lamb. Then the gourmet pork: Spain — Iberian pork and Italy; and poultry — Brazil and the US. I also made another small adjustment to the industrial freezer.
—...—.
—The other thing was fruits, vegetables, and grains. I went to Russia for grains and Latin America for fresh fruits and vegetables.
Now, having remained silent about what Yami had done, Javier stands up and, shamelessly, lifts her skirt. Slightly surprised by his audacity, she says nothing and watches as Javier lies back down, letting his head touch the extra-soft pearly skin of her thighs.
—What are you trying to do?—.
Almost as if she sensed what Javier wanted to achieve, she asked and waited, but there was no response other than the tickling breath.
Wrapping his arms around her small waist, he leaned closer to her belly, feeling the silky feel of Yami's underwear with his nose. Javier, whose lungs were filled with Yami's scent, driving him wild, pressed his face against her flat, softer belly than her thighs, almost as if he were touching condensed milk.
—Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…..!!—.
Without getting upset, already seeing it coming, he calmly massaged her head through her skirt while on her belly she felt the vibrations, the warm breath and the saliva staining her skin, but it didn't affect her.
After a few screams he rolled and fell face down on the floor.
—...I'll go check... what you've done—.
He said as he stood up, showing his nose red from the blow.
—I'll show you—.
She also lifted up, while fixing, the skirt of her maid outfit.
Both of them, disappearing from the living room, appeared in the hallway in front of the kitchen.
—For greater discretion, you should put up signs indicating which warehouse it is.
—Let's go for the cheese one—.
Opening the door, Javier was greeted by a pleasant aroma that mixed mushrooms and walnuts, the typical hamburger smell that whets your appetite, and other intermingling scents.
Entering, Javier notices that all the cheeses, especially the heavyweights like Parmigiano Reggiano, which could easily weigh 40 kg, were now stacked on a five-tiered shelf at least 7 meters wide.
—How did you manage to buy this cheese? I thought it was forbidden to buy the whole cheese and you could only buy it in small pieces.
—I never said I bought it—.
—Wait, what does that mean?!—.
—Knowing they would refuse, I took the best Parminiano Reggiano cheeses, 173 in total, and left the money on the shelves.
Covering his face with his hands, he decided not to say anything when faced with the thief.
—... You know it will be impossible to eat all these cheeses with only 7 people and 40 bodyguards—.
He said, looking at one of the Gruyeres shelving sections that weighed 35 or a little more.
—Those too?—.
"You expected me to ask them nicely, considering all the rules and protocols mortals have. It's annoying, if it weren't for the sake of killing mortals, it doesn't give me the pleasure of destroying them until their flesh turns to hail that slides through my fingers."
Stunned, not knowing how to respond to Yami's clear and concise words that I know, he left the cheese room and dragged Javier.
-This deal reminds me of how I dragged Yami by the neck when we left the basement-.
—The spice room—.
Yami said and immediately hit him with various smells of spices, which had been locked away.
No longer asking if I buy them or take them leaving the money.
Browsing the shelves, he came across unopened bottles filled with oregano, cinnamon, pepper, cumin, anise, garlic, dried parsley, salt, bay leaves, seaweed, mushrooms, and so on.
Looking at the dozens of culinary spices, Javier looked at one section that intrigued him.
—This shelf, you modified it for these species—.
—The refrigerator would be a pain to have, so I put insulation and cooling runes in. You can keep all these bottles in here, airtight, without bacteria damaging them.
Understanding what Yami had done, he took a glass container containing fresh seaweed, another containing mushrooms, and fresh herbs that would spoil if left in the air.
Looking at the shelves, which numbered more than dozens and stood upright, packed to the brim with bottles and glass trays of different spices, they left.
—Wow, the whole room is filled with rice… Corn, flour, oats, lentils, beans, chickpeas…—.
Some rooms were filled with rice and flour, only the door opened. In others, dozens of sacks of various types of beans.
—Let's go to the freezer—.
Entering the kitchen, directly to the industrial freezer, Javier sees that the electronic device that controlled the temperature and opened it was no longer there.
—Explain yourself—.
"Simple, I discarded those barbaric devices. Instead, I set about creating runes, space-time. It only takes a little magic to make the controller emerge, you see."
Watching what was happening. Images of different products appeared, such as different types of meat, yogurt, fruits, vegetables, and milk.
Having 15 images, Yami touched one and opened the door.
—This is the pork section. About a thousand pig heads. On that side are the legs, belly meat, loin, shoulder, rib, bones, and fat. The beef and chicken heads are made in the same way, as is the sausage section. Fruits, such as strawberries, oranges, tomatillos, grapes, figs, and soursop, among others, are in two different compartments.
No longer able to say anything to him, even with the method he had used, Javier nodded happily when he saw how clean, separated and numbered the different products were.
—Good job, even though you went overboard, this exceeded what I had in mind.
—It's because you think about tomorrow's future, I think about a year's future. What are you planning to do?—
Unable to refute Yami's words, Javier thought about what would happen in a month.
Looking at the time on his cell phone, he said.
—It's only 5:00. I have two to three hours to go. You can go rest or eat ice cream while watching a series. I'll cook.
—Don't you want help?—.
Stopping in his tracks, Javier, with a smile that wasn't a smile, turns to Yami and touches his shoulders.
—You forgot what you did yesterday—.
—It was an oversight.
—One that destroyed the house, put everyone in danger, and almost caused pandemonium if it had been left free.
"Why do you see it as an accident? If you keep seeing it as a mistake, you're a long way from becoming the hentai god you are. Also, it seems you're not giving up those useless practices, or getting rid of that ridiculous badge that would only serve as a trash can, that's the best way to say it."
—How many times have I told you—.
—So, you'll go out again because, don't you have the hentai system? Do you feel dull and other ridiculous impudence? You can't improve and leave where you appeared. Stupidity is what comes out of your snout... Ahh, I'm more sure of what kind of thoughts you have now and the stupidities that you think you are. I won't say anything, since the Core Gods, they don't learn if not from the tests again and I think I'll make sure that the first test of the Hentai God is so hard so that you come back to your feet on the ground and understand your position—.
Paralyzed by Yami's indifferent gaze and reflected in his pupils, a dying Javier, lost in the fog, no different than a vagabond.
—!... I'll start cooking—.
Fearing that reflection, he steps back and turns his back on it.
Not even trying to say anything else, since she'd already told him everything she thought. She sat down on the Laguna counter, took a tub of pistachio ice cream from her apron pocket, and began eating, watching Javier prepare the meal.
Javier, for his part, tried not to think about what Yami had told him.
Just like that, the refrigerator door opened, and immediately the beef, pork, and chicken flew out. The refrigerator drawers opened, and potatoes, onions, peppers, tomatoes, cilantro, etc., came out.
Moving at a ridiculous speed that created afterimages, one of them cleaned the meats with water, then placed them on a tray and began seasoning them with different spices and wines.
And while one was doing that, another was cleaning the vegetables and starting to cut them. On the other hand, another was at the Laguna inn making dough.
Without further ado, the refrigerator was opened once again and out came fruits such as: Strawberries, cherries, lemons and a watermelon.
Slap!
-Mean-.
—You're already eating the tub of ice cream. Now you want the strawberry too.
—One more candy, one less. Buy enough!...—
Yami, whose hand was once slapped, looked at him with a broken look.
—…you won't let me eat the strawberry—.
—If you behave, I'll give you the spoonful of the strawberry jam they made.
—You convinced me—.
Calming down, Yami watched as she kneaded the dough and let it rest. Meanwhile, with a little magic time to allow the wine and spices to concentrate on the meat, she took it out of the refrigerator and, after tasting it, put it in the oven.
—Okay, dinner's ready. Now comes the hard work.
Just like that, the door of the industrial refrigerator opened, and five pork legs emerged, forming a pyramid. It closed once more, only to open again, and kilos of pure meat spilled out, creating a small mountain on the counter.
—The pork ribs and chickens are missing.
Javier said and 4 pork ribs and 20 whole chickens came out of the industrial refrigerator.
—You're going to feed it to all those men.
—It's my turn. Although there's no shortage of money in this house, I can't let you go to the city to eat, you already know the reasons. Another reason is that, as has always been said, the best and fastest way to win a man's heart is through food. Of course, I'm not going to cook for you all the time, just during this time that I'll be away. I'll leave the food ready. Yami, I want you to go deliver it yourself. I don't want Yuuna to have a heart attack when we're face to face with her; she's not ready yet.—
—Whatever you say. Besides all that food, you're also making dessert.
—Besides the candy dish I have in mind, but I don't want to say, but she's holding a tub of ice cream. It's also for the kids.
—I just hope those desserts are good—.
—As if you were the only one who would eat—.
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[Monday, April 29]{7:46 PM}[Location: Valderrama Mansion]
—Food ready, water ready, clothes ready—.
—Do you have everything?—.
Echoing in the room, Yami's melodious voice, without warning, arrived, bringing with it an air of fascination.
Javier couldn't help but scan her from head to toe with his gaze, reflecting on her changing image. Without her maid outfit, she was now wearing dresses that enhanced her natural beauty when they went out. Now, with her appearance being somewhat simpler and more disturbing, he could no longer hide the beauty that seemed to intensify with each passing day.
Denim shorts barely covered her thighs, highlighting the allure of her long, shapely legs. Despite his best efforts, Javier found it impossible to tear his gaze away.
And when she did, it was like a death trap set by the enemy—literally. The waistband of the shorts hugged her slim waist, naturally highlighting the curve toward her wide, dangerously suggestive hips.
Over it, a loose, light-colored men's shirt, unsuitable for her size, fell over her shoulders with charming carelessness. Unconcerned, or rather, giving off a carefree air.
Javier noticed how Yami's firm and voluminous chest stretched the fabric, molding and tightening it so that with each movement as he walked, it was impossible for him to look away.
—Polaris got your tongue—.
With a small smile as he commented on how stunned he was to see her, Javier, without shyness, approached her and took her by the waist.
—I'd rather have someone else eat my tongue.
—That… is very easy, don't you believe it…—.
Placing her arms around Javier's neck, with a look that was equally sly and flirtatious, she leaned in close to whisper in his ear.
—...But, you won't be able to leave this room for this whole week—.
Feeling his heartbeat accelerate at Yami's sinuous flirtation, Javier let his hands touch her waist and move down to her hips where he gripped her voluminous butt covered in the fabric of her denim shorts.
About to kiss those full lips, Yami turns her face away and with a playful look she moves away from Javier.
"Still, there are things I want you to experience on your own, though I highly doubt it will help you with how bad this world is. But it will be enough to know how you behave."
Wanting to pull her into his arms once more, he pushed those thoughts away as he heard her speak.
—Are you testing me?—.
—Not at all, it's just a simple check. You can't call something a test if it doesn't make you surpass yourself and realize your mistakes and weaknesses, something you're very, very far from proving.
Beneath those long eyelashes that curled like a beautiful wave, those heterochromatic eyes, black and cyan, alluring like jewels that sparkled with flame. Javier closed his eyes and immediately threw his things on the bed into his dimensional pocket.
—Here, a gift from me and some things I bought the other day that will be useful to you.
Pulling out of nowhere, a full black outfit with pink stripes simulating the seams. Wrist guards along with a set of boots.
On one side were objects such as: a pair of wooden chopsticks, pink ivory, a cage, a pair of porcelain bottles, a hand mirror and an antique pen.
—This is what you were doing yesterday when you entered your room—.
"A woman's duty is to keep her man presentable no matter the occasion. Going to a place without proper combat attire and only wearing ragged clothes will leave a bad impression."
"Do you think so? With your strength and magic so deteriorated, I don't think anyone could pose any danger, only you, Yami. Although I do understand the idea of wearing appropriate clothing."
—No, you don't understand. It's like a handsome and attractive man who, no matter what clothes he wears, would look good on him. If the handsome and attractive man mingles at a high-class party, with women and men dressed in their finest clothes, jewelry, and perfume, they're like peacocks spreading their wings and a buzzard comes along wanting to steal something from that place.
—Mm, the most logical thing would be to take him away, but what if he's a boring millionaire who dressed up?
—Think logically, Javier. No millionaire would lower himself, and if he does, it's because he doesn't have a brain. They have to take care of their businesses, money, and people. A true magnate of his empire wouldn't leave it in the hands of others, since betrayal comes from the person you least expect.
—You know you're ruling out old people with families who can take care of them.
He said, trying not to be intimidated by the scathing look at the betrayal that Yami mentioned.
—Those millionaires can afford it. Since he'll have left his estate to his most capable son or grandson.
"Why do we shy away from a handsome man who pretends to be a bum to old multimillionaires? Do you know that a woman of that kind can also be interested and end up falling in love?"
—You've seen a lot of movies or anime. A woman is capricious, driven by feelings, not reason. But when reality hits you so hard that it doesn't let you breathe, and you see what it's like to be a lady, a daughter, a high-class wife. You left everything on a whim, and all the luxuries and comforts you had before, only to end up hiding from her family's reprisals, along with the hunger that has never gone away since she was conscious. She'll realize the mistake she made.
—You know that even though I am the Hentai God, I also promote love—.
"I know, but what happened wasn't love, I didn't tell you, it was a whim. The incessant search for new emotions that caused that high-class lady to abandon everything was just that, a moment that passed after a while because she opened her legs for some idiot who cajoled her with flowery words."
—And if it were the other way around—.
—It wouldn't be his worst mistake. Getting a luxurious place, only to commit such a stupid thing, to go with someone who had his ear to the ground for a few nights.
—And if they already knew each other and were madly in love, but due to a life mishap they had to separate—.
—In life, there are always moments of separation. If the man or woman has been with powerful men or women, they too must understand what they are capable of. Jealousy drives you to become kind people, to commit atrocities. You believe they won't use their money and influence.
—Why did we end up talking about the love between a poor man and a millionaire, when we were talking about the clothes you gave me?
—I was just playing along. Go say goodbye to everyone.
Leaving as he came, Javier put away the items and then looked at the clothes Yami made for him and didn't wait to put them on, but decided to be patient.
—Let's pack up and go. How long will it take Rinka and Sayaka?... Hmm, those girls are going out to eat when you know I have food prepared here for them.
Javier grunted as he looked for his truck parked at a fast food stand and saw Rinka and Sayaka chatting while eating peacefully.
Knock, knock
Bang!
—Are you okay?!—.
I ask as I hear something fall and then a scream of pain from Yuuna's bedroom.
—... Mr. Javier—.
Yuuna came out with her eyes watering from wanting to cry, Javier looked at the bump that had formed on her forehead and her red nose.
—You fell out of bed—.
Not responding, she lowered her head, all red.
—I-I don't know, laugh Mr. Javier, it hurts a lot—.
—Ahahaha, excuse me, I just didn't expect you to fall out of bed and look at that bump ahahaha—.
—It's rude to laugh at other people's misfortune, Mr. Javier!—.
—... The food is ready. There are some new things you need to get used to, but Yami will explain them to you.
'Healing'
—Yes… thank you, are you leaving now?—.
Nodding. After thanking Javier for treating her bump and red nose, Yuuna tried to put on a confident expression.
—Don't worry, Mr. Javier, you can go with complete confidence that I'll take care of the girls.
"How reliable. Don't forget to train your arcane magic, as it will make it much easier for you to continue working here."
—Uh, yeah, I'll give it my all to circulate the arcane magic—.
—That's the way to talk. Is Shio still asleep?—
—Yes, she's fast asleep, it seems like nothing can wake her up.
Entering with Yuuna's permission, Javier sees Shio fast asleep, not trying to wake her, gives her a kiss on the forehead and leaves.
—Let her sleep. Come down when you're hungry.
—Sorry for the inconvenience, although I'm in charge of the kitchen.
—I heard you had a rough day, it's natural to put off duty. Where's Asahi? I haven't seen him.
—He was sleeping with us, said he was thirsty and went to get some water.
—Yuuna, I didn't tell you to refill the mini fridge with water.
—I was going to do it today, but the police just came…—.
-Alright-.
"I need to make some improvements to make life in the house easier. Walking a few miles to get water isn't the most feasible option."
Not yet someone who planned the small details that were vital to a healthy life, Javier came up with some plans.
—Say goodbye to Asahi and Shio, Yuuna I'll leave you in charge of the kitchen and you know what I mean—.
—Yeah, not letting Yami cook—.
—Excellent, we don't want a second squid to destroy the mansion.
Saying goodbye to Yuuna, she returned to her room to change, since she slept in pajamas consisting of thin fabric pants and a short-sleeved blouse along with her hair tied up.
As he walked down the stairs, Javier saw Asahi ascend, standing on the landing of the imperial staircase before branching into two, left and right.
—Did you rest?—.
-A lot-.
"I'm glad. Well, I'm going now. I'll take care of the girls. You don't have to worry about those men. They're tame, under my guard, and soon they'll be the personal security detail for everyone in the mansion."
Asahi doesn't answer, he just watches Javier go down the stairs to ask him.
—What did you do at the police station?!—.
—Mm, what do you mean?
—That woman followed your orders without protest, she obeyed you, what did you use—.
—Oh—.
Finding Asahi's expression and attempt to get something amusing, he answered him sincerely.
"It's called hypnosis. It allows me to completely take over a person's consciousness, meaning that if I tell them to kill themselves, they'll do it without question. It's very dangerous if it falls into the wrong hands, as they can become the most powerful person on the planet."
—Show me!—.
—You didn't hear what I said.
—I heard you, I want that power. To protect my family.
—You are still young and inexperienced—.
—Don't make fun of me!—.
Lunging at Javier, he threw a punch, but Javier took it and remained stoic, even though Asahi had height on his side.
—You get upset easily when it comes to your family, hypnosis is a dangerous weapon that destroys the morale of whoever carries it, even if it was not your intention, you will use it on Shio and Yuuna and that will be your destruction—.
—Shut up! What does someone like you know, that you are God and can have everything you want without restrictions? You know how I felt when those useless people who never showed up when we needed them and now act as vigilantes, came and wanted to separate us just because they didn't like who we are. Seeing my mommy cry and scream our names while they locked us in a patrol car, just because they think they're doing the right thing... The right thing was for my mommy and Shio to cry and be afraid! But I have no power! I need something like that hypnosis to make sure no one or anything harms her! —
Uncovering the fury and helplessness he must have felt, Javier shook his head.
—You're still immature, you'll only hurt the people you want to protect—.
-Fuck off!!-.
Furious and irrational, he pushed himself, kicking Javier's chest, causing him to fall down the stairs, but instead of rolling down, he slowly descended to the first step of the imperial staircase.
—You know that would have hurt a normal person a lot.
—Kug—.
"That's why he said you're immature because of your explosive temper when it comes to your family. Now you're acting like the man you hate the most."
—Huh?... me, just like him—.
Finding it absurd, Javier wanted to hit him where it hurts the most, and a screen appeared in front of Asahi where the part where he kicked Javier in the chest was repeated on a loop.
—I'm... I'm just like him—.
He muttered, falling to his knees, unable to believe that his character reflected the same image that causes him nightmares and fear.
—Asahi—.
Raising his voice, Asahi was about to plunge into a swamp of despair.
—You're his son, but you're not him. Your temper doesn't make you him. There are thousands of people with explosive tempers like yours or that man's, but none of them are alike. You know why he wouldn't give you the hypnosis ability, or rather, no one would?
—...—.
"It's because no one is free from thought, power, and lust. You are much more than simple hypnosis; you just need to discover and learn what is called life. Yami, can you teach him a little about Arcane magic?"
Appearing carrying Polaris and Empress, Yami looks at Asahi.
—It's fine with me, I'll discipline him and make him a powerful man, I just don't know how much he's willing to suffer.
A blatant provocation to the face, Asahi still knew it or not, went down the stairs, bowing his head.
—Please! Teach me Yami Nee-san, I will go through all the pain just to become a man who can protect my family—.
—Let's see if that's true—.
—Well, I'll leave it to you. And what are you doing with Polaris dressed like that?—
—Come back to Yuuna, we'll start tomorrow—.
-Yeah-.
Yami was direct, she didn't let him say anything, they just watched Asahi go up the stairs before answering Javier.
—It had been agreed that you would take Polaris—.
-… No-.
"Don't throw a tantrum like a spoiled brat. Next time, I'll let you take the empress."
-Oh really-.
—Yes, so take it—.
—Tch—.
—You really look like a little kid.
Reluctantly taking Polaris, who had a small battle suit, it consisted of a vest and skirt, gray with pink and black trim, and a helmet with small ears sticking out.
—… I have to say it suits him very well… Photo—.
And just like a child, as he took her in his arms and saw Polaris up close, he took out his cell phone and began taking pictures of her, on his arm, over his shoulder, even on her head.