Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

"... uh, excuse the disguise for a moment"

"I hope some of the military officials will appeal to me because of the hostility and the difficult circumstances."

Mr. Emeline speaks softly of opposition.

"That's worse, isn't it? What I have to stand out for is a little..."

"Aren't you going to masquerade with me? I was actually looking forward to it."

When I tried to say no, Mr. Lucille glanced at me with a sinking look. Ugh... I'm heartbroken. What am I supposed to do with this?

"Aida won't let you get away with it either."

Mr. Emeline stood up softly and detained Mr. Aida for trying to leave.

"We would love for you to attend this festival. Because this festival means something else to the woman who's getting married."

"In a different way?

After listening back, I remembered.

Even Evrar had those things.

I was also gathered in Castle Town from a neighboring village for an autumn festival, and during the festival, you think it means you want to make a confession when a man gives you flowers or something? Do you think it will make sense once you receive it? That's what it was like.

It was just me who was briefed on the synopsis, but after a little fun going around under the castle with Mrs. Beatrice, I went back to the castle, so I just saw a guy with flowers, and I couldn't witness the occasional confession scene.

It seems that's what Delphion's festival is all about.

"A man who wants to hang out gives a woman a bracelet made of knitted ribbons. It's tangled in the anecdote of the collar I gave the cat, though. And to attract the men, you need to show them how cute they are. Cat costumes are good."

I assert confidently, Mr. Emeline, but I wonder why the word cuteness feels so inappropriate as far as she is concerned.

"Nothing, you don't have to look unspecified..."

"You think the more guys you can fish, the better guys you can pick this one out, right?

"Ugh..."

Aida seems to have difficulty disputing that opinion as well. No way, Mr. Aida, have you ever fished?

"It wouldn't make sense if the person you caught was just a little fish with no place to eat. There's only one person I want to fish..."

"When I'm from a division, I think I'm just going to be unhappy if I go up there too far."

The objection was rounded off by Mr. Emeline.

"I don't know..."

"I do. 'Cause royalty doesn't make one bow practice satisfactory. I've heard of your aunt Beatrice's struggle."

"No, I don't have a bow..."

Yeah, I feel a little subtle, even if they say I can't practice bows, too. but I was more afraid to get involved, so I approached Mr. Lucille and stayed as far away from the two as possible.

Besides, I don't want to go in there fishing for a guy or something that's too much of an unknown area for me to get in.

"Oh, I can't talk about adults yet..."

"Shouldn't you listen? Or isn't Chiara already an adult?"

"Gu..."

Mr. Lucille pokes me in the pain, and I groan.

In the meantime, Mr. Emeline's persuasion continued.

"Well, aside from fortunate misfortune, I think it's very important to let more opponents melt. 'Cause you can't even catch small fish, but you can catch big fish of your destiny."

"... it makes sense"

What should I do? Aida is being brainwashed by Mr. Emeline.

As it is, I will definitely get involved, too. If you can't get away with it, I just thought there was some other solution... and I realized there was' it 'in the long cabinet.

"Wow, I'll do this."

With a trembling hand, he hurries to pull the object away and hugs it.

"Oh, are you sure that's okay? It's something a woman would wear, like a child or someone she promised."

Mr. Lucille surprised me, but this is the best.

But to see Mr. Lucille's reaction, the claim alone would be taken up against and forced to wear something else.

What's not to be covered - wearing it.

I quickly pulled it off the top of my dress and wore it. There was plenty of room around the torso. I was relieved to be able to wear it safely from the top of my clothes.

This is my Savior. It was a cat's attire with tiny wings on its back.

It looks like a worn pyjama from a previous life, and I've worn it before, so I have zero resistance. Besides, if you get the hood down to the tip of your nose, you hide your face, too. Perfect.

"So you don't know you're a magician? And it's more hilarious than cute..."

"It's okay because it's not noticeable! I'm not looking for cuteness."

If I had told Mr. Lucille such a story, Mr. Emeline would have finally noticed me.

"Huh!? Mr. Chiara, when?! Cutier. I was going to put this on, oh, this way or something!

With that said, I'm going to put a cat ear headdress on Adda, who was lying around, hit a dress made of fluffy gray fur, and appeal to her.

I don't want to wear it because it's too cute. Besides, the dress has a lot of exposure and it's a lot of hurdles for me.

But I was here, and Mr. Emeline or Mr. Lucille might make me change.

I've already decided on my costume, let's just keep running. Hang in there until tomorrow. If you don't make contact with Mr. Emeline and the others, you'll have to lend me this dress!

"Anyway, me, I have to wear this. Ah!

Say run! All the while I popped out of the hall.

"I won't let you get away with it, Mr. Chiara!

Mr. Emeline came after me slightly late. And even Mr. Aida and Mr. Lucille.

"Wow, why don't you wear this and join us!

"It won't stand out! I can't even see your face. I can't believe you're trying to show off your friendship, but it won't make any sense!

"That kind of thing, have Mr. Gilsch or someone do it! Because Mr. Gilsch is more of a maiden, because any fluffy cutie is handsome!

"You can't because there are only things that don't fit the size!

My Nice Idea was summarily rejected by Mr Emeline.

Indeed, Mr. Gilsch has a large upper back and width, so it doesn't fit with what he's already made.

"Quick, Mr. Aida, get Mr. Chiara too! Then I'll exempt you!

Mr. Emeline's directive suddenly motivates him to increase the speed at which he runs, as if he had been pulled and reluctantly followed.

No, no, no.

Turn around and hasten to speed up your legs, but the leg part of the dressing goose is too short for speed. I was in too much of a hurry to relax and about to fall around the corner, and Ada grabbed me by the root in time.

"What?"

"Sacrifice for me!

"Mr. Aida, well done!

My throat's closed. My groans, Mr. Aida's desperate screams, Mr. Emeline's cheers.

I was called out to wear it there.

"What are you doing?

... For a moment, my head turned white.

In front of me, there was Reggie with Mr. Growl.

Reggie must have been surprised how things were going too. Rarely do I open my eyes. Mr. Growl and others are opening their mouths to Pocahontas.

Besides, I, I have a hood and I can't hide my face.

Aida, who was holding on to me like that, is also pale as to whether the shame of being seen in a hell of a scene exceeded her limits.

Even that Mr. Emeline was solidifying without being able to say anything about the fact that he had no intention of being seen at all at the magician seizure site.

"... heh, heh, heh, heh!

Eventually what sounded on the spot was Reggie's loud laughing voice.

Maybe, it's a laugh, isn't it?

No, it's a terrible side, and if I were Reggie's side, I'd laugh a lot.

Seeing Reggie laughing so hard like that, Aida had a very surprising look on her face.

"Is that from tomorrow's festival?

Mr. Emeline nodded at Mr. Growl, who finally regained his calm when he was afraid to ask.

"Yes, it is. But I'm going to put something cuter on Master Chiara..."

"Ha, that's pretty cute too...... eh. It looks too good, Chiara."

Reggie still says that with a laugh. But that's just funny, isn't it?

When I come close to giving it to you, I laugh again wearing the hood that was falling on my back.... what do you want.

"Well, good luck with the rapport"

Waving his hand flickering, Reggie walked away. Apparently, he's not at all willing to help. You traitor.

But in Reggie's words, I came up with something.

I finally laughed at it.

Mr. Growl, with his eyes on him, frightened me for some reason.

Then in the small hall back I spoke of my proposal and convinced Mr Emeline.

For some reason, Mr. Aida stared at the cat's clothing figure I was wearing.