Chapter 126: suspicious dress
Seraphina’s voice trailed off— no, completely disintegrated the moment her red eyes locked onto the scene unfolding on the busy street.
A dark-haired young man walked casually through the crowd, surrounded by three strikingly beautiful women. The red-haired one, blessed with an absurdly generous figure, clung tightly to his left arm, her chest pressed shamelessly against him.
"Where are we going next, young master?" She asked loudly, like she wanted the entire street to hear.
On his other side walked a tall, tanned beauty. Seraphina recognized her immediately. That woman wasn’t merely attractive—she was an exceptional combatant. Beside them was a petite, refined-looking girl wearing glasses.
The three of them chatted and laughed together as they walked, looking far too comfortable with one another.
He looks like a pure harem protagonist.
To any ordinary passerby, he might look like a shameless noble heir flaunting three girlfriends at once. But Seraphina was no fool. She knew who that shameless idiot was.
She narrowed her red eyes. She could see straight through the layer of perspective-distorting magic he was using. That was definitely Eren Volsver.
’He’s engaged to Aria...even if it’s only a temporary contract. So how did he end up walking around with three different women who all look completely comfortable hanging off with him?’
Her mind immediately began running complex calculations on romance.
Maybe from political angles?
Maybe it was schemes and lured them?
Or just straight up blackmailing them?
Or is that idiot simply collecting women now?
Then the man in the equation suddenly turned his head towards her, blue eyes directly meeting her eyes.
Eren made a calm, knowing smile directly at her, and gave a small, playful wave with his free hand, as if greeting an old acquaintance rather than a royal princess currently standing in disguise next to a crime scene.
The Princess understood that he knew she already saw through his disguise.
Seraphina’s cold expression didn’t change, but something in her chest tightened with pure irritation and annoyance.
Her female knight noticed the princess’s irritated gaze, looked in the direction, and leaned in slightly to ask: "Is something wrong, Your Highness?"
Seraphina looked away from the street and handed back the list to her knight with a dismissive gesture of her hand. "Nothing, Viola," she said flatly. "Just... a certain idiot continuing to irritate me from afar."
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The playful wave Eren aimed at the hooded princess went unnoticed by the three beauties around him, mostly because their attention had just been drawn to the escalating drama.
"Look over there," Norelia murmured, looking at the heavily armed, masked guards cordoning off the small apothecary shop. "What could a tiny shop possibly possess to warrant private military intervention in broad daylight?"
"Ooh, maybe they were illegally brewing aphrodisiacs for shady nobles!" Mira chimed in with cheerful enthusiasm, casually pressing Eren’s arm deeper into the soft, sun-warmed paradise of her massive cleavage. "What do you think, Young Master?"
"Who knows?" Eren replied with an innocent shrug. "Not our circus, not our monkeys."
A toned hand suddenly gripped his other bicep with enough compressive force to crack walnut shells.
Eren glanced to his left and found Emma leaning in close, her grey eyes narrowed in a suspicious glare. The pink-haired captain had spent enough years running military investigations to smell an unholy coincidence from a mile away.
"Twenty-minute washroom break, huh?" Emma whispered only to him. "And somehow, right next door to our restaurant, a shop gets raided? You owe me an explanation tomorrow morning."
Eren is used to this at this point and he knows how to calm her. He just smirked as he leaned brushing his lips right against her ear."Captain, if you’re going to squeeze my arm that hard in broad daylight, people are going to think you’re getting impatient."
She swiftly released her death-grip, turning her face away with a click of her tongue. "You absolute, unrepentant pervert... keep talking like that and I’ll break your ribs."
"Now, now, let us cease loitering around a crime scene," Norelia declared with an authoritative, little cough, stepping smoothly in front of them to redirect the group. Her eyes sparkled with a very specific ambition. "We have an official consensus from our feast wager to fulfill, and more importantly... a substantial retail district to conquer."
Mira let out a joyful squeal, bouncing on her heels. "Yes! Shopping! Let’s go pick out outfits, Young Master!"
"Lead the way, my lovely ladies," Eren chuckled, waving a hand forward like an indulgent patron. "My wallet is entirely at your mercy."
"Oh, please!" Mira chimed in. "You literally promised you’d spoil all three of us rotten today! So we aren’t holding back a single coin. We’re going to buy absolutely everything we want, and you’re legally obligated to spend everything—just like a proper sugar daddy who’s going to get thoroughly rewarded later tonight~"
She finished the declaration with a suggestive wink, earning a flick of fingers from muscle mommy directly onto her forehead.
"Ow!" Mira squeaked, clapping both hands over her forehead.
"Have some damn decency in public, you overgrown bovine," the pink-haired whispered in embarrassment.
"Indeed. Self-control is a virtue, Mira," Norelia commented with mock seriousness, though the petite professor was smiling.
Eren laughed while watching his busty maid theatrically rub her forehead with an adorable, high-pitched whimper.
Suddenly, Mira’s eyes ignited with a brand-new, mischievous spark. She leaned in closer to Eren, whispering enough for the other two to hear. "Oh, Young Master! I heard there’s a high-society summer nightwear trend! They say the fabric is ridiculously thin, wonderfully breathable, and practically translucent under warm indoor lighting~"
Emma’s expression instantly flattened into disapproval. "We are absolutely not purchasing scandalous, see-through trash like that."
Turning her head, the tanned knight looked to their academy professor for moral reinforcement. "Norelia, back me up here. Tell her how absurd that sounds."
However, Norelia didn’t reply. The petite genius was staring blankly, chin resting on her fingers as her suppressed perverted inner self began to resurface.
"Translucent cloth with high light-refraction properties, you say...?" Norelia muttered under her breath, a devious pink blush spreading across her cheeks. "... walking around in something like that behind closed doors would be... profoundly thrilling."
Eren glanced between his busty red-haired maid and the scheming petite professor, his lips curling into a wide, predatory smirk. "Translucent, breathable nightwear, hm? Well, if my lovely sugar baby and my professor want to casually lounge around my private dorm in see-through dress... who in the absolute hell am I to deny?"
"Eren Volsver, you degenerate!" Emma snapped as she stepped directly into his path. "You are not funding their exhibitionist tendencies, and they are definitely not parading around your room half-naked! Stop encouraging them!"
"What’s the matter, my dear Captain?" Eren gave a teasing whisper. "Are you worried their nightgowns will outshine you? Don’t worry... no matter how translucent it is, nothing in this world will ever surpass the glorious majesty of you in that maid uniform from last night."
"If you utter a single word about that goddamn maid uniform one more time, Eren... I swear, I will bury you under this road!"
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{Seraphina’s image}