Ch.38The Mage Millia (4)

# Mage Millia (4)

I’m really struggling.

I’m struggling so much I could burst into tears.

But the Hero and the Saintess stopped me from touching Millia’s chest.

That made it even harder.

These despicable bastards! If you’re going to stop me, at least let me touch your chests instead!

I wanted to say that, but since I value my life, I decided to keep my mouth shut.

Millia left after being summoned by the Archmage, and now some time has passed.

“Phew… It’s my first time wearing a formal suit, but it’s not bad.”

I was wearing a suit borrowed from the tower.

As you might guess from the dress Millia was wearing when she appeared before us, it seems there’s a party being held at the Glacies Tower.

Thanks to that, we’re also changing into clothes, shoes, and everything else we’ve borrowed as guests.

After putting on the unfamiliar suit and buttoning up the sleeves,

I looked in the mirror and thought:

“Looking at myself like this, I’m pretty handsome. No wonder everyone’s dying to cling to me. Haha.”

Even as I said it, I felt sad.

If I keep this up, I might really die.

As I was feeling both joy and sorrow simultaneously, I left the room.

Just then, I saw the Hero, Esmeralda, coming out of her room.

“Oh… Hero. You look quite pretty when you dress up like that.”

“Do I?”

Pleased with the compliment, Hero Esmeralda spins around with a broad smile.

She’s wearing a pure white dress that accentuates her body’s lines.

Since she usually fights with a sword, she doesn’t have an ounce of excess fat.

Just looking at the lines of her dress makes me swallow hard.

“…”

As I look her up and down, my eyes meet the Hero’s.

Her empty eyes look incredibly hollow.

Come to think of it, is the white dress meant to represent her empty white head?

It suits her well.

Thwack!

While I was thinking that, I got hit in the arm by the Hero.

Why? Why did I get hit?

Was I staring too obviously?

But seeing the Hero smiling brightly, that doesn’t seem to be the case.

“You look good in that too, Lug. Clothes make the man. You usually dress like a beggar. Haha.”

It seems it was just a joke.

Apparently, my looking her up and down wasn’t a problem.

I should keep looking carefully in the future.

But why does it hurt so much?

It really hurts too much! It feels like the flesh was torn from my arm!

Has she gotten stronger in the meantime?

“Why are you looking at me like that? Someone might think you have a complaint. Do you have any complaints?”

“No…”

“Good. Let’s get along well from now on.”

When I glared slightly because of the pain, the Hero threatened me.

How can someone like this be a Hero? Her personality is rotten to the core.

I should escape from this violent party as soon as possible.

“Ah, am I a little late?”

Just then, Saintess Eirene, who had also gone to change clothes like the Hero, returned. Unlike the Hero, she was wearing an all-black dress.

With her shoulders completely exposed, it was a bold design no less daring than the dress Millia had been wearing.

“Ohhh…”

I nodded unconsciously.

Seeing that, I started to think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay infiltrated in the Hero’s party a little longer.

If I went back to the Demon Lord’s army, there would be nothing but men’s pecs around me, let alone breasts.

But I still need to go back.

If I stay here, I might die before achieving my goal.

“Lug, how do I look? Does it suit me?”

“Yes, Saintess. The way my eyes keep being drawn to your snow-white shoulders revealed through the black dress, it feels like the dress has found its rightful owner.”

“Ah, yes…”

I had thought breasts were the most important, but looking at her now, I think the overall body line is important too.

Come to think of it, even when I was shaking the Hero awake last time, just touching her shoulders gave me a sense of fulfillment…

Smack!

“It’s rude to Eirene if you stare at her like that, Lug.”

“Ugh!”

This time I got hit on the back.

A voice filled with suppressed anger. What perfect timing.

Besides, didn’t she just say clothes make the man? Was that true?

The area where I was hit feels hot and painful, like wings might sprout.

Argh! Arghhhh!

It hurts but I can’t reach my back!

“Don’t be so harsh, Hero. Lug, you can look as much as you want.”

“Eirene? If you keep allowing that, he’ll develop bad habits.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like looking will wear me out.”

Am I a child?

But since I’ve been given permission to look, I guess it’s okay.

Wah, I’m baby Lug.

Now I’ll look without hesitation.

“Hmm.”

First, her neckline.

Her snow-white neckline was truly beautiful.

If there were vampires, wouldn’t they sink their teeth into it regardless of whether she was a Saintess?

I could see her neckline turning red.

And her shoulders.

I saw them earlier, but her snow-white shoulders forming gentle curves felt like art.

And the single strap of the dress precariously placed in the middle was also nice.

I could see her shoulders trembling slightly.

And her chest.

And her chest.

And her chest.

No, is the chest really the most important after all?

Staring intently, I could realize such a truth.

I can’t see anything else now.

“Umm… um, Lug?”

“…You really are staring without any hesitation, Lug. Let’s stop and go to the party hall. Eirene is uncomfortable despite what she says.”

“Ah, let’s do that.”

I’m not disappointed.

I can look again later.

***

In that brief moment,

Esmeralda, who had to endure both sexual harassment and insult from Lug, wasn’t feeling very good.

And part of her bad mood was because of Eirene.

She keeps trying to seduce and lure Lug away, so Esmeralda can’t let her guard down. But when Lug actually approaches, Eirene gets flustered and can’t do anything.

Well, that’s fine. But why does she have to be the one to clean up the mess?

‘Why? Because if we mess up, the party will be ruined.’

Esmeralda found the answer herself. Actually, there was no need to search for it.

If she didn’t intervene, she would be the one to suffer.

‘This guy and that guy…’

The party is going just great.

“I didn’t know there was such a spacious area inside the tower…”

Esmeralda clicked her tongue as she looked around the party hall.

She was impressed by the tower’s capabilities. She had already been wary after seeing Millia’s firepower.

She had wanted to see how powerful the tower that was trying to use her as an experimental subject was, but judging by the results, the situation wasn’t very good.

“Ah, Hero. Here you are.”

“Just stay with Lug who’s so happy to be with you. Why are you looking for me again?”

Esmeralda waved her hand as if annoyed.

Eirene gave a bitter smile at Esmeralda’s sulky appearance.

Despite everything, the two had become somewhat close. Perhaps it was because they had fought each other so fiercely that they understood each other better.

Esmeralda thought this as she picked up and ate some party food.

“So? Why did you come?”

“…Lug won’t make eye contact with me.”

“Ah…”

Esmeralda could understand even without a detailed explanation.

He won’t make eye contact. Someone else might think he did something wrong, but…

‘That bastard has only done wrong things.’

There’s no way Lug would suddenly feel guilty now. In this situation, not making eye contact means…

‘This bastard really only looks at breasts…’

Esmeralda stared at Eirene’s chest and then lowered her gaze to her own.

Though similar, Eirene’s definitely had more volume.

‘Well, it’s not a big difference.’

Esmeralda nodded to herself after reaching this conclusion.

“So you’re saying he ran away because he felt burdened? Is it okay to leave that guy alone? What if he escapes?”

“Ah, that’s fine. If you look over there…”

Looking in the direction Eirene pointed, Esmeralda could understand immediately this time too.

“Looking at him like that, he really does seem like a country bumpkin with no class.”

Lug seemed to have developed an appetite as strong as his sexual desire and was piling up food from the party.

They still hadn’t found a solution to that problem.

“As someone from the same countryside, I guess you understand.”

“…Eirene, I didn’t say it earlier, but thinking about it now, that black dress really suits your true nature.”

“Thank you. The Hero’s white dress also suits that head of yours.”

“Hahaha.”

“Hehehe.”

Eirene and Esmeralda bit and tore at each other instead of the party food.

It was a party full of deep affection.

“So what kind of party is this?”

“Oh, you didn’t know? Really?”

Eirene was shocked at Esmeralda’s sudden question, as if she had just remembered something.

“This is Millia’s birthday party. How can a person be like this? Haa, you call yourself a comrade.”

“Well…”

Esmeralda could have argued back.

But she knew that arguing would only make herself sad.

After all…

‘Is this the scale of a birthday party?’

She was from the countryside.

She couldn’t even imagine such luxurious amusements of the rich.