episode_0742

The thing I was most curious about after I made the plan to help Frey choose clothes was whether Frey had any shame.

If her usual image were true, she would be the type of person who would take off her clothes in front of men, but strangely enough, she has rarely shown herself like that.

Even in the game, he had a foolish and innocent image rather than an indifferent one.

“Are you really wearing this?”

“Yeah!”

The clothes I gave to Frey were similar in exposure to the armor I usually wear.

Was it see-through? The clothes that made it impossible to take your eyes off the bottom because they were so see-through that they made you laugh mischievously.

Compared to the world I lived in as a man, the world of Soul Academy is definitely more open. I can’t believe these kinds of clothes are sold to the nobility.

“…um.”

“You don’t like the clothes I picked out for you?”

“Yeah.”

I was momentarily speechless at the sight of Frey bowing his head proudly.

Oh. This is unexpected. I thought she’d be at a loss like Faby or Joy, but I never thought she’d openly say no.

“Why don’t you like it?”

“Mom said. You shouldn’t wear weird clothes. I don’t know for sure, but she said you shouldn’t wear things like this.”

As I listened to Frey’s words with my head tilted, I could tell how much heartache Frey’s mother had endured.

Perhaps the wild Frey was similar to what I imagined: a country girl who hung out with boys.

Frey’s mother, seeing this, desperately educated Frey, thinking that this was not right, and in the end, instilled common sense in Frey.

I can’t even imagine how much patience this process took.

It was hard enough training Frey when he first entered the Academy, but if I have to train a wild beast-like Frey… Ugh. Either Frey dies or I die.

Regardless of whether Mrs. Kent thinks it’s great, I’d love to see Frey wear this outfit.

That way we can know if what Frey is saying is an excuse or not.

“Okay. Then let’s do this. I’ll wear this, so you wear it too. What do you think?”

“No. That’s okay. Lucy should wear the clothes I picked out.”

Tch. I was thinking of just glossing over it like this, but this is unusually thorough for Frey.

“Then choose quickly. I’ll change.”

“I chose that one anyway.”

As I followed Frey’s fingers, I saw a dress that sparkled with all kinds of jewels.

I hated the most the flashy clothes that seemed like they could blind people if worn in the strong sun, and only the mentally ill could touch them.

I’d rather have more exposure. That’s too much.

More than anything, seeing those fancy clothes reminds me of the old days.

“I think something shiny would suit Lucy well.”

It’s hard to get annoyed and say you don’t like it, because Frey doesn’t seem to have any ill intentions.

“If you wear that, I’ll wear what Lucy gave me too.”

Something is wrong with this.

‘Did I have any bad intentions!? I was just trying to play a prank on my friend!’

‘…shit!’

Is this karma? I lowered my head in depression and silently headed to the changing room with my clothes.

Oh my. This outfit is hard to wear. Why are there so many things hanging from it?

I don’t know who designed the clothes, but I really have no idea.

If you’re going to make weird clothes, you have to be considerate of the people who will wear them, like pervert apostles.

What if you stamp the designer’s will on the clothes? Are they clothes made for display? Huh?

It’s because I’m really used to wearing clothes. If I wasn’t, I would’ve accidentally ripped them while wearing them.

I grumbled and forced myself to put on my clothes, then looked at myself in the mirror.

It wasn’t to the point where I couldn’t look at her at all because her basic appearance was just that. If it wasn’t me reflected in the mirror, I would have admired her and said she looked like a bad-tempered princess.

But this is me.

That was back when I was in my second year of middle school and praying for the world to end!

I held my face with both hands as I recalled my dark past, when I decided to make everyone unhappy because I felt wronged by being the only one who was unhappy.

When I think back to those days, the curse words just come out naturally.

It used to be okay because I thought of Lucy and I as separate people, but not anymore.

Because I realized that the me back then and the me now are the same person.

I’m glad I’m not with my friends.

How would Joyna Arthur react if she saw this?

“Lucy. Lucy. Not yet?”

“…Get out now.”

*

Frey, who had finished changing his clothes, hummed and waited for Lucy to come out.

Maybe because it’s the clothes Lucy chose for me, they’re light and cool. I like them because they’re easy to move around in. If I’d known this would happen, I would’ve worn them sooner.

Why did my mom tell me not to wear clothes like this? From now on, I have to wear only things like this.

Frey, who was thinking of something that would make Mrs. Kent cry if she heard it, turned her head at the sound of someone coming from inside the changing room.

“Wow.”

As Frey had expected, Lucy in her dress sparkled like a princess from a fairy tale.

“Lucy is pretty.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Wow!”

Lucy knows she’s pretty, so why is she acting so diffident?

Judging from the fact that I hesitated to take that outfit with me, I guess I don’t really like flashy things.

Of course, I’m not going to tell you to take your clothes off. Lucy did this to the saintess and Joy, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem if I do it.

“So where do we go now?”

“Going to look at jewelry.”

“I don’t think it’ll be fun.”

“You can go look at the paintings.”

“That doesn’t seem fun either.”

“…Then how about a play?”

“Play?”

“There’s a famous theater company nearby.”

If it’s a play, my younger brother would have talked about it.

I think it’s good to go see it with friends because you can share your impressions afterwards.

If Lucy can speak like that, it must be a famous place, so it must be fun.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

The theater Lucy guided us to was not a shabby tent, but a famous place that filled a multi-story building with people.

A theater company that has recently become popular for depicting stories about heroes has become so popular that people say they are booked out for a month.

Lucy, who knew him, stepped inside wearing a mask.

“Do I have to use it?”

“If you don’t use it, people will crowd around and you won’t be able to get in.”

Frey, who had taken her seat in the VIP section with the ticket she received from Caria, was admiring the large stage and the people waiting below, but soon after the play began, she yawned.

Clearly, those who stood on the stage were handsome men and beautiful women.

Their acting skills were good, and the songs they sang were excellent. Even Lucy, who was next to Frey, was secretly impressed.

However, to Frey, their appearance, their songs, and their plays were all just boring.

The person right next to her had shown her too much to admire such small things.

Frey, who had been nodding off while watching the play, ended up resting his head on Lucy’s shoulder.

“I knew this would happen.”

Lucy looked at Frey sleeping soundly and let out a hollow laugh before returning her focus to the stage.

*

After the play, Frey stretched and muttered something about having slept well.

Do you know that the price of this play ticket is something that most commoners can afford to buy for a year?

Well, even if Frey knew that, he’d probably act like he didn’t care. Okay. It was my fault for believing that guy’s words that he wanted something feminine.

“Let’s just go get something to eat.”

“Single? Yeah! Okay! ”

As soon as the topic of food came up, I saw Frey’s expression brighten, and I felt a competitive spirit.

I want to teach this idiot, who only knows how to fight and eat, something else.

I want to engrave in my eyes the sight of someone being happy while looking at something different, even just once.

Let’s see. What could this idiot like?

Seriously, I can’t think of anything else besides those two. I think those were the only events related to Prey in the game.

‘That’s too much of a cheat. This is a showdown between me and Frey.’

It’s a matter of pride for Soul Academy!

I can’t find a strategy because I can’t find new events on my own!

No matter what happens, I think it’s only meaningful if I create the event with my own hands!

‘That’s why.’

Freya is a play that even a pervert would praise. She would not like it if she was shown something else artistic.

Even if you take them to the mountains or the sea, it’s obvious they’ll be indifferent.

So what’s left? Something that Frey would admire.

‘Come to think of it, Frey was looking at the night sky last time.’

It could be that he was simply resting because he was tired, but that was the only time Frey showed any interest in anything other than his sword and food.

‘But is there a good place to see the night sky?’

Was there a good place to look at stars?

Anyway, this world is medieval, so you can see the stars wherever you go, but what I want is not just to see them well. I want something more grand and magnificent.

‘Ah! That’s right!’

There are no beings closer to nature than fairies. So if you were to ask them where the most beautiful night sky is on the continent, they would surely give you a wonderful answer.

– Yeah! I know!

– There’s a place where we can talk amongst ourselves!

– I’ll take you!

I smiled broadly as I looked at the confident faces of the fairies.

I can’t help but smile when I imagine Frey’s moved face.

Okay. I’ll make you so surprised you won’t be able to say anything. Look forward to it. Frey.