Evening. In front of the Misaka Design Bureau.
"It's so late..."
"Well, they took me around quite a bit."
Since then, me and Mr. Sophia have been taken around the mall by Mr. Miina.
Naturally, Mr Sophia's drawing table for the proposal was rejected, and a more compact gift was chosen.
And starting today at noon, members of the Missaca Design Bureau, also sponsored by SS, who are intoxicated by Missaca Yayoi.
"Holy and Poor Girl Masaka Yayoi Birthday Festival for the Use of Heaven" (Original Mommy of Invitations)
was to be executed......
"It's so quiet."
Even though it is a SS-sponsored birthday party, it is quieter beyond the door.
"What do you think, Mr. Sophia?"
"... right. I bet the host runs wild, the guest gets angry, the bureau gets buried."
"Then I'll bet on 'late arrival of guests, but never mind, starting first, getting drunk and dying'"
"I don't think they would do that in front of Master Misaka."
"I don't even think SS would do anything that would make Mr. Yayoi angry. Whatever it is, let's go with the answer match. It's more expensive to lose dinner."
"Fine."
Even so, Mr. Sophia is lucky to bet, so she's going to win again this time. With that in mind, I opened the design office door.
I walked in a quiet station and tried to reach the dining room......,
…………
All the bureaucrats were turning into unspeakable objects.
One bureau member looks up to heaven with cramps, one bureau member plunges onto a desk with lavish, slightly dry dishes on it, and one bureau member falls down with blood writing down "leeks" on the floor.
What the hell is an onion?
No. What the hell happened?
Well, they're probably all alive.
The lungs are inflating and contracting repeatedly, and several locals who sense our signs are moving their necks this way at a speed of five centimeters per second.
Scarer than a lousy horror.
"……………………………………………………………………"
Male bureau A is letting his eyes die in tears of a canine tribe calling out in a plundered voice.
"... what happened?
".................. Ha. Oh, my God... it's just..."
"Just?"
"I'm on track to make my birthday extravagant... when I'm ready and I try to call Mr. Masaka, he says, 'I don't want to see anyone'... he hates me... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Oh, no. Apparently, the memories that were sealed came back to life and went mad.
"Apparently the bet is my win"
And then Mr. Sophia sees their unusual situation and says that with a sigh of sighing in the wind that he says he doesn't really care.
Well, I sympathize.
If they don't like it from Fox Lori, they'll even want to get hungry. That's the unsaved sex of a creature called a man.
"So, where is that Mr. Yayoi now?
When I heard it, Officer A, who was unable to speak because of the cramps, shook his index finger and looked up.
In the meantime, do you want me to call someone from the Wartime Medical Service to see how these guys are doing?
"Oh, hello? Mr. Gabriel? I'm sorry to keep you busy, but a couple of people who are free at the Wartime Medical Service will drop by the Massachusetts Design Office? No, not like an injury or something... do you call it a heart injury? Anyway, a psychiatrist or a lobotomy surgeon."
Maybe some of them won't help.
As the SS guys leave it to the Wartime Medical Bureau guys, me and Mr. Sophia will see how Mr. Yayoi is doing.
They seem to be reflecting too, and we need to somehow convince our Heavenly Great God to go outside.
I knocked on the door of the room with the cute letters "yayoi" on the plate several times.
"Yayoi. Are you there? It's me, Akira."
I'm not responding.
Is he asleep? Or did they hate me too?
But after a few minutes of waiting, Gachari, the door opened quietly. From a gap in the door about fifteen centimeters, Mr. Yayoi showed me only his face.
"... Mr. Akira?
Her eyes were a little red and a slightly troubled look.
Did they make a scene that far down there?
"What's wrong with you? Can I help you? Everyone in the bureau seems to be reflecting, and I think it's okay to come down, right?
And, Mr. Sophia tries to persuade on the assumption that "the bureau bothered Mr. Yayoi". But when Mr. Yayoi shook his head to the side,
"Chi, no. It's not like those people did anything..."
"Really? So, what the hell...?
"... uh, hallway, no one?
To Mr Sophia's doubts, Mr Yayoi returned them with questions without answering them. Apparently, he's wary of listening.
"All the officers are dead downstairs, so it's okay."
"... So, both of you come in?
Mr. Yayoi prompted me and Mr. Sophia to enter Mr. Yayoi's room.
It was naturally the first time that she entered her private room, but inside, there was an inappropriate drawing table and tools and materials.
But, well, that's not important this time.
The most eye-catching subject is Mr. Yayoi himself.
She was wearing her usual witch-style clothes...
Yes.
And I don't mean to say pants.
Both pants and tweezers mean.
Mr. Yayoi was desperately hiding what he shouldn't show others with a white hem while blushing.
"Oh hey, Mr. Yayoi!? What a outfit!?"
"Yes, because...!
'Cause there's nothing. You're not dressed to invite a man into your room.
What the hell happened? Leeks or is it the leeks!?
A few seconds late, Mr. Sophia's cold hands covered my eyes.
I'm not sure if I should say sorry or natural, but my vision was only dark or Mr. Sophia's fingerprints.
"What the hell is going on, Master Masaka? That can't be... What, that?
"What? What happened to you?
Something went wrong with Mr. Sophia. Shit, my hands are in the way!
"And anyway, give me something I can hide... what should I do when I wrap it around the futon there? Otherwise, you could kick Master Akira down again."
Oh, what are you scared of? Can you see Mr. Sophia's white again?
"Don't even think about Akira, do you?
"Ah yes."
And it's been a long time since I've been read my mind.
After a few minutes, my vision finally cleared up.
I had to get my eyes used to the darkness used to it again, but that also goes away for dozens of seconds.
So, at Sophia's direction, Mr. Yayoi's lower body was to be safely hidden with a blanket.
On the other hand, it became clear that Sophia and Yayoi, the cause of the disturbance, had become so.
"Two tails......? Is that it? Mr. Yayoi is sure..."
Mr. Yayoi's foxtail increased in two.
Originally there should have been one foxtail, just like any other Fox tribe.
"... until yesterday there was nothing..."
Mr. Yayoi said he had been uncomfortable for a few days.
So, when I woke up this morning, my tail was growing in two, and Mr. Yayoi, who doesn't know what's going on, locked me in the room... not that I...
"Heh, I don't have any clothes to wear because of the two...!
"Uh..."
Apparently. Is this why you don't want to face the SS guys? They didn't hate me, and they'll be relieved. The problem is with her.
"Ah, Mr. Akira, what shall I do? Am I going crazy..."
"Um, I don't think so, but hey..."
Sure, I've never even seen a Fox Nation with more than two fox tails growing in the Devil's Capital, but I don't find it strange to have more fox tails. Mr. Yayoi seems to be a pureblood Fox, and there will be more to think about that.
"Sorry, someone is now - gee!?"
That's when I heard someone calling from downstairs just in time. Probably from the Wartime Medical Service I called. Let's thank you for the quick job.
"Mr. Sophia stay here with Mr. Yayoi. I'll go downstairs and ask Mr. Yayoi to see me, too. And then I'm going shopping."
"Shopping, is it?
"Yeah, well. Thought I'd buy you some new clothes, too. You can't be naked in the lower half forever, can you?
"Oh, I see. Is that what you mean?"
Mr. Sophia was convinced, and Mr. Yayoi apologized with a little tear. I don't need to apologize.
I'm just trying to buy some more birthday presents right now. Well, I don't think there's any clothes for the devil clan with two tails, so I'd call a tailor.