Kikanshita Yuusha no Gojitsudan

When I took Mr. Ellis with me to the ladies casual floor of the department store, there was a panel of equally sized mels dressed in gorgeous costumes.

... What the hell?

"Yuya, I ask you something unexpected, did the princess become a celebrity in this world?

"Yes, no? That's not true, it's supposed to be."

"Ah! Speaking of which, when Mel went shopping for clothes with Yayumi last summer, she said she did something like a model."

... Speaking of which, I think you said that.

Sure, I remember going to pause (threaten) and getting into trouble at that time for using magic on the Yakuza opponent or something very troublesome.

But it was over six months ago, right?

Is it still in use in the highly migratory fashion industry, here it is.

"Welcome. Looking for something?

"Ah, yes. Uh, this picture, I mean, the panel."

"Oh, that was a customer who came to the store last year and he needed a very nice person, and he asked me to take a picture. It's a little out of season, but it has a good reputation, so I'm decorating it as it is."

... Let's scold Ayumi later.

Returning a bitter laugh to the clerk who speaks with a full grin, he manages to regain his mind and look for his clothes again.

From here on out is Sy's private stadium. I began to look around the sales floor with Ellis while explaining the fashion trends and fashion trends in Japan.

Me? I'm assimilating it to a mannequin in the corner near the entrance to the store. Anything?

"That's great. It's called the color of the fabric, it's called the touch, I've never seen it in the kingdom."

Ellis tells me what he thinks while he takes some products.

Mr. Ellis is also a woman. Not to mention the royal palace samurai who sometimes prepares for royal costumes and such. I guess there is one word in the outfit.

By the way, Mr. Ellis is also hanging the magic of language comprehension by Leiria, so I can normally speak this language.

Sy and my family are all using the magic of language comprehension, so I can't understand the language that flies from the edge.

The clothes at the store look like spring and summer products and are displayed in bright shades ranging from gorgeous designs to simple types.

"How about that? Your customers are tall and stylish, so I think they'll all look good on you."

An earlier clerk speaks to Sy and Ellis, who were choosing Alekore and her clothes.

"I think all the clothes are great. It's amazing what this country is wearing. It's just unfortunate."

Mr. Ellis tells you in the same Al Qaeda smile.

"Too bad, is it?

The clerk twisting her neck seems to have missed a pin because Mr. Ellis' dialogue is so pale.

"Yes, unfortunately, you're not well."

"Ha, ha"

"The garment combinations and outfits that are decorated are not very good. The corner design and texture are not brought to life and can be said to be very unbearable.

Your current clothes are also for sale in this store, right? And yet in that outfit, all the clothes have been emphasized, and your own charm has been halved. "

Suddenly, Mr. Ellis starts doing no good to his professional opponents.

The clerk is distracted and doesn't seem to inspire pride.

"Hey, Mr. Ellis!

"Dear Acorn, please take your skirt, the blue one on the right. Yes, that's it. And the white jacket over there."

Mr. Ellis takes control of Ceci, who tried to blame him, and makes him bring more clothes.

Then I take off the clothes the mannequin is wearing and put on another thing.

Neither Sy nor the clerk have a gap between their mouths.

In just a couple of minutes I reconditioned my mannequin costume, and at the end of the day I put on my hat and some ornaments and it seems to be done,

"... here's the thing. How about that?

That being said, Mr. Ellis takes a step back and shows a mannequin.

Yeah, changed, huh?

I knew the atmosphere had changed somehow, but I don't see the difference between Park Xinren being indifferent to fashion like me, but the clerk's reaction was dramatic.

"Shh, wow! Does the combination alone change you so much? No, not the angle of the collar or the way the sleeves look."

"You're next. Clothing must be something that brings out and embellishes the charm of the woman you are wearing. The corner material is good, so it seems to be worn on clothes, so it's a good place to fall over. I don't mind the bottoms as they are, but the shirt should be a little less shaded. I think this item has a good design and texture. And the shoes aren't bad, but you want one point on your ankle. And..."

Choosing some of the products that were at the store without even asking the clerk for his opinion and letting him hold them forced him into the fitting room.

Is that good? Arr.

You were pushed by too much momentum by Mr. Ellis, when the clerk tells you to get dressed as you go and come out of the fitting room, this time Mr. Ellis starts getting those clothes done.

He seems to be allergic to the collar, hem, etc., but I have no idea what he's doing.

Watching for dozens of seconds.

I do feel like I have a different impression from the clerk I had earlier. I wasn't dressed weird until then, and it was clean clothes that weren't weird as a clothing store clerk, but I feel gorgeous all at once.

Or you normally look pretty beautiful.

"This... I didn't get a better grade of clothes. This guy is amazing."

"Mr. Ellis, it's too much..."

He's impressed to see himself in the mirror, the clerk, and the look on his face like a headache.

"So let's do all the other displays. Can you help me, please?

"Yes! What should I do?

"Great. Now let's change your Torso clothes first. There..."

Ellis, who begins to act on his own without breaking only a pale tone, and the clerk, who seems to follow it with joy as to what it means.

In front of my eyes, completely turned into bystanders, Mr. Ellis successively switches displays as he gives instructions to the clerk, three more women along the way.

"Oh, uh, wow, I'd like to align the tops and the bottoms, too, would you mind consulting me?

"I'll take care of it. Are you sure you want to ask about your budget? And what occasions will you use…"

"Wow, mine too, please!

"It's my first date with him next week..."

"Get some clothes to wear to the reunion..."

"For farming..."

Another customer starts asking Mr. Ellis to coordinate his clothes along the way.

When one of them turns off the fire, one after the other, they come, and in no time, the female guests surround Mr. Ellis.

But the last one should go to War-Man.

After more than an hour of plenty, me and Sy, Mr. Ellis, finally came out of the department store.

After that, Mr. Ellis was proposing to coordinate one after the other for the female customers, but whether the customer calling the customer would apply not only to the restaurant but also to the clothes store, he decided to leave the store in anticipation of the fact that the customer pushed over without hanging up and the shelf in the sales office had become quite lonely.

The clerk said he made about a month's worth of sales in a day.

Every time Coatinate gave him an explanation, sharing points and tips, he called me a 'teacher' or something about Mr. Ellis along the way.

Moreover, it seems that normally female customers try on some clothes in different sizes, but Mr. Ellis could spot the exact size of the woman just at first glance, so perfect that there are no more clothing combinations recommended by Mr. Ellis that he would buy them instantly without leakage, so surprisingly, he didn't have that much time to hang on each and every one of them.

We were together from the middle of nowhere to Sy and eagerly listened to Mr. Ellis' fashion course, but what happened to the role of stopper? Please, really.

Well, that's how the clerk even thanked me and spared me, while I left the store behind, offering me a bunch of clothes just to thank you? Transferred? And now my hands are blocked with paper bags enough to get in the way of traffic.

Unexpectedly, spending was suppressed, which is pretty good, but the luggage is in the way anyway.

I just want to throw it in the item box, but I can't put it in a bad place.

So head to the east side of Shinjuku Station to do something about your two-handed luggage.

There is a place called Shinjuku Tourist Information Center under the elevation near Busta Shinjuku, with a corner of coin lockers gathering behind it, but it's like a locker room with an open entrance, and the back is invisible from the road.

I go there, find the most empty locker in the back, and I put a ton of paper bags in the item box while pretending to put my stuff in there.

I don't actually keep my luggage, so there's no charge. I don't even have to go back and get it.

"Huh, I'm tired from the start."

"Oh, haha, that was awesome"

"I'm sorry. The maid's blood is making a scene."

"What blood! And, well, no. Next... Let's make it dinner."

At all, check the time of the smartphone while weakening Mr. Ellis, who also doesn't seem to be reflecting on the shards.

It's already close to noon.

After twelve o'clock, every store is very crowded, so I want to eat something before then.

And, before I do, excuse me for a moment.

I'll leave Mr. Ellis to Cee and go into the station campus.

Why? It's the bathroom!

I guess I can go after I get into the store, but thanks for the subtle resistance to go to the restaurant and use the bathroom. I wouldn't mind a convenience store or anything, but why not? Maybe it's just me.

Anyway, when you're done, we need to get back to the Syds.

At any rate, it's around Tokyo Shinjuku Station, where some of the world's leading people are hissing. It's not what I found out what kind of trouble would come down.

When did the event flag appear to have been established for what I thought was bad, for example?

When I went back to where Sy and Mr. Ellis were waiting, there were two figures surrounded by several men.

... I don't even feel too thrilled with your promises.