“…Huh, what’s going on?”
Rhode, with various shopping bags hanging from his wrists and neck, walked out of the women’s lingerie store looking bewildered.
He looked at Morgan and Manaka ahead.
The two beauties, more enchanting than flowers, walked arm in arm through the mall like sisters, chatting and laughing.
Morgan touched her face and said with some regret, “Japanese underwear sizes are really too small. I can’t find any suitable and good-looking ones.”
At the lingerie store, the sales assistant had recommended Morgan to check the maternity section next door, as there were simply too few sizes suitable for her in the store.
Morgan, feeling utterly humiliated, naturally did not follow this advice.
It took her a long time to finally pick out a few styles that were barely acceptable and the right size.
“Not at all, Miss Morgan, the black lace bra with blue roses you just bought is very cute,” Manaka consoled.
“No, no, no, I still prefer the white lace-trimmed one Miss Manaka bought.”
Manaka tilted her head, smiling, “Hehe, really? You think so too? I tried it on and thought it was indeed great. It’s truly worthy of being a style recommended by Miss Caster.”
“…What the heck.”
This scene was truly somewhat magical and absurd.
Rhode was too surprised to grasp the situation.
The situation now was that Morgan and Manaka, who were at loggerheads just a moment ago, had become very good friends after shopping for lingerie together.
They were like close sisters who had known each other for many years and got along harmoniously.
Wasn’t Morgan leading Manaka to the lingerie store to mock and ridicule her?
After all, as far as Rhode knew, Manaka had either gone commando or worn the kind of athletic vests little girls in elementary school wore until today.
But then, at the lingerie store, Morgan actually pulled Manaka along and started shopping for adult underwear.
It was Manaka’s first time in such a lingerie store, so she was very excited.
And so, the two of them left Rhode aside and discussed seriously.
The clown was me all along.
“…Hmm.”
Even the omniscient and omnipotent Root Princess, is she ultimately just an easy-going teenage girl?
—That’s not it.
Manaka only regained her human heart after meeting Rhode, which is why she became like this.
The Root Princess was becoming more and more like an ordinary girl.
Just like today, she was easily taken by Morgan’s flattery, and her high mental barrier was breached.
“Hmph, was this also part of your plan?”
Never mind, Morgan probably doesn’t have any bad intentions.
Rather, Rhode should thank her.
If Manaka were unhappy all day because of him, Rhode certainly wouldn’t be happy.
From the results, everyone was happy.
Manaka finally graduated from athletic vests in the winter of her 17th year, advancing to an AACUP women’s bra.
This was a small step for her personally, but a giant leap for the Root.
“Miss Caster really helped a lot today.”
“…Oh, no, no, you flatter me too much.”
Morgan and Manaka exchanged a knowing glance, each showing a sweet smile.
“…Hehehe.” X2
“Next time, let’s go out for a drink together if you’re free?”
Manaka, in a good mood, said to Morgan.
“Alright, I have a feeling that if it’s with Miss Manaka, it will be a pleasant afternoon tea.”
Morgan turned her head to look at her Master behind her.
Rhode spoke in a team chat voice only they could hear.
“…Thank you.”
“It’s nothing, just a reward for you being willing to come out with me, Little Knight. More importantly, I haven’t heard someone’s evaluation of the underwear I bought yet.”
Rhode rolled his eyes: “As for evaluation, it’s only good to say when you’re wearing it, right? I haven’t seen it in the fitting room, so how would I know?” Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
“Hehe… You’re right.”
Morgan smiled charmingly.
“Then please look forward to our next date, just the two of us, Master.”
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A week later.
A peaceful morning, with bright sunlight streaming in through the window.
At half past eleven in the morning, Rhode woke up from a hangover.
Clutching his splitting headache, he groggily walked out of his room into the living room.
He turned on the TV and sank into the sofa.
“Good morning. You’re quite an early riser, Master.”
A sarcastic greeting came from beside him.
Rhode looked up and saw Morgan, wearing an apron, walking through the living room.
This was a rare Spirit Dress; if he had a smartphone, he would definitely take a picture.
Rhode retorted, “It’s all because you kept me busy until the middle of the night yesterday. Hmph, you’re truly an insatiable woman.”
“Miss Caster.”
Just as Morgan was about to retort, Manaka poked her head out from the kitchen: “I’m ready over here.”
“Coming.”
After Morgan entered the kitchen, Rhode was once again alone in the living room.
“Miss Caster, you’ve put too much salt in.”
Faint voices of conversation came from the kitchen.
“Eh? Really? I proportioned it according to alchemy standards, and I thought it was just right.”
“No, no, Rhode can’t have too much salt. If he eats too much salt, he’ll weaken.”