Chapter 242: 242 241 Mira, choose clothes

Two hundred and forty-one.

"Ah, Mr. Director. Just in the right place. There's something wrong with the day."

When we were discussing it in the corner of the boulevard. A union man who came out of a union of magicians called out to me like that with the look of the director in sight. But shortly afterwards, I sensed the director talking to Mira, who was beside me, and I said, "Oh, were you talking to me? Excuse me," he says apologizing.

"No, I don't mind."

The director seems to be very busy. For this reason, Mira tells me that if the conversation starts to get longer, I'll come back tomorrow.

To what extent is the problem that the union members were talking about? The director checked to see if it was going to be a long time.

"After yesterday, I'm sorry. Lord Mira."

The director, who apologized as he seemed sorry, went on to ask me to specify the time and place of his choice, as tomorrow, which would be the day before the teaser day, would be an entire day free.

There are still a few things we need to do for the production. There is no way of bumping into production, so the test when you get to the actual position. And it's a detailed meeting.

I know roughly, but when I handled and tracked well when I was irregular, and the details of what lay ahead, I hadn't discussed them yet.

Including all of them is going to take a lot of time next time.

(Mm, that's...!

What time and where shall we go? When I was thinking about it, a sign pops in Mira's eye. It was set up in front of a shop facing the boulevard.

"Welcome, Master Fuzzy Dice. Take it with you. The decision to host the All-you-can-eat Thief Festival!

Don't you just stand in front of a sweet store where a big sign written like that really creates a stylish and luxurious atmosphere, saying it's ruined?

I'm sure around the store manager, he's an avid Fuzzy Dice fan. The illustrated sign of Fuzzy Dice was overflowing with flashing enthusiasm.

(What is this again...)

Mira was a little pully, perhaps in a mood close to seeing something scary, but confirms that sign so that she would be attracted to sticking around.

There was to be an all-you-can-eat cake festival between twelve and two o'clock for three days from tomorrow.

All you can eat cake. Mila, a little interested in the word, confirmed the sign in more detail. As a result, it can be seen that the sweet shops there are quite upscale.

Numerous menus, represented at the bottom of the sign. There is a wide range of all-you-can-eat subjects, including babaroas and tiramisu, parfait on ice cream and gelato, starting with cake.

Besides, all of them are quite expensive on their own, and even the cheapest ones are the first luxury three thousand riffs.

Now the face of the store is ruined because of the sign, but it still looks like a luxury sweet shop as seen by pulling out the sign.

And most surprisingly, you can participate in all kinds of all-you-can-eat meals at such expensive sweet stores for 8,000 riffs. The calculation is that even the cheapest three thousand riff menu can be taken from you if you eat three, and the most expensive menu can be taken from you with one.

I guess I'm an extra Fuzzy Dice fan, and intentions such as a bleeding excessive service with a complete deficit came from it with a shine.

"So, around twelve o'clock, what about a rendezvous at this place?

Mira glanced back at the director once, if she were to say anywhere at any time, and stared at the sign to slightly invite him, suggesting so. Then the director makes sure to follow Mira's gaze and turns to the same side.

Then a little while later, the director replied, "Okay, no problem, let's do that," very forcefully.

After breaking up with the directors, Mira pushed downtown in search of lunch. It was when I bought Fuzzy Dice lunch boxes on a whim and ate them on the square bench.

Mira noticed that Fuzzy Dice fans were gathered in one place. Apparently, they're discussing it somewhere. I guess he's aiming to see Fuzzy Dice show up at a glance at churches and sorcerers unions, he looked desperate to secure a better position.

(Feverish, but good manners there...)

According to the leaking audible voices, apparently the place they contended was confined to the corner of the street that would not stand in the way of passers-by. And the place where it fits is also more modest than I thought.

Along the way, if a warrior union veranda could be used, if I put it in the chapel, etc., the word would also pop up, but no permission would be given to boulders for that reason. With that in mind, Mira, who had finished her lunch, gently passed by them.

"Oh well. Speaking of which..."

Mira's eyes were caught in the garment shop that was inside the store where she lived along the way as she was going down the boulevard for a certain store.

It is a large building and quite conspicuous, the store seems to be a general store for clothing. From the table alone, you can see that they range from underwear to everyday wear, and even festive courtesy clothes and under armor for adventurers.

Seeing such a clothing store, Mira was remembering the director and Julius' advice. As it is in my current skirt, when I make intense movements, I am sure that my pants will be rounded out.

"First, let's take a look."

Mira felt nothing where she saw her pants, but there it is. Rethink that it's the gentleman who takes care of everything around you. Change the way forward.

Most importantly, if I drop you off here, I don't know when I can remember next. Mira, who had such a hunch, remembered rather than remembered, but opened the door to the garment store only on auspicious days.

The garment store Mar & Straritz, visited by Mira, although far from the city centre, was quite a large store. And because of the large number of items and the large number of shelves lined up, it also looks like it's packed a lot. But its overwhelming quantity reminded me of pleasure similar to treasure hunting. The classification is also well established, so with some noisy impression, a definite order is maintained.

"Not the best assortment I've ever seen."

Mira shrugged as she was impressed as she looked around the crowded store with guests. Nevertheless, it is suspicious whether it was really the best because there have been so few visits to clothing stores. However, to the extent that it seemed so, the store called 'Mar & Straritz' was large and overflowing with products.

"I thought I'd be wearing a trumpet sparrow, so I could use some clothes here!

Apparently, the store is divided into men and women on the ground and second floors. Near the entrance on the ground floor where Mira is located, there was all the stylish and cool man's clothing that I guess was recommended by the store.

Mira quickly began to look around at the man's well-dressed robe to be asked to forget the purpose of what to do with his pants round.

"Oh, this is good. This red line is amazing."

Mira, who has a tendency to emphasize design in one way or another about clothing, stood in front of herself with three clothes in her hand that she judged to be particularly brilliant, out of a wide array of robes.

And to suit my body, I liked the design in which the two senses peeked and moaned at the same time. The reason for this is simple. Because it is a robe of a man, for Mira, a little girl, whether in size S, it was still big.

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"Mmmm...... But this..."

Besides, in the cute look of it now, it looked good to Mira's sensibilities, but it was no longer subtle.

Mira returns her favorite robe to its original place, remembering the majestic looks of the Dumbleph era. With sadness on its back.

"I wonder if there's a makeup box somewhere..."

Mira, who shrugged so much, asked the Spirit King after all she had tried. I was wondering if it would be a magic, magic, or an item that could change your appearance. But the word returned from the Spirit King is heartless that I have never heard of it. Even the Boulder Spirit King didn't seem to grasp the miracle that far.

"Do I have to be cute like this?"

I'm not going to be able to go back to Dumblrf anymore. Reminded of reality, Mira goes out to the boulevard sighing, whining hard words that tell if she's backwards or positive. At the same time, he tilted his neck and looked back and looked up at the clothing store.

"No, come on!

Mira had finally remembered her original purpose here, having been satisfied just by looking at the man's robe. He said he didn't come looking for a well-dressed robe, he came looking for a pants stash to wear under his miniskirt.

Trousers concealed, not stylish robes. It's like the opposite. With that in mind, Mira steps into the garment store again. And now he didn't waver and went straight upstairs to the women's floor.

"I don't know what to say... the atmosphere is different."

Whether it was a mood problem or a definite cause, the upstairs women's floor had some gorgeous signs. As far as I can see, there will be times when I can almost only see a woman. But Mira realizes. to that ultimate factor.

A quarter of the floor upstairs. That corner, which hits one of just four equal parts, is very different from the delightful store of treasure hunting, where costumes are laid loose and spacious.

"It's horrible when it comes to fashion..."

Mira stares at the glamorous corner in its futility and laughs bitterly. Yes, the place was a corner dedicated to magical girl-style costumes. Besides, a sign has been erected for a large part of the 'Magical Nights Store'.

"Magical Nights" by Magic Girl Style Costume Specialists. Mira stepped into that corner, thinking back to that familiar name, making sure she was invited to wonder.

It seemed to flourish for a long time and there were many female figures in the Magical Knights corner. And all of them are dressed in whatever clothes they want.

It looks like a cosplay somewhere, but I wonder if it's because it's a fantasy world, very similar female customers. Mira proceeded to the back as she admired them and looked up at the shelves marked 'The First Generation' lining up there.

According to the explanatory note next door, it is the robe of the new axis that inspired the founding of 'Magical Nights' and the legend that created the current fashion.

"Well, I guess so."

All the garments decorated on the glassy, sturdy looking shelves were more of a magic girl cartoon costume and melon design that looked better than familiar. It should be noted that although it appears to be a replica on display here, it seems to come with a premiere, at a hell of a price.

A pioneer in magic girl-style costumes. Magical Nights supposedly an ancestor. Its founder, it should be said, looks like a former player. And at the same time, Mira thinks. The founder said that there was going to be a delicious mix of alcohol, including Solomon.

(Especially since you really know you're going to be choosing the second issue among a few series)

The three magical girls who will be the stars. The animation also depicts its growth, and as for Mira, that second period costume was the best part.

Speaking of which, you went to the theatre with Solomons, and Mira immersed herself in the memories of the time.

(I wonder if there will be a final showdown mode)

I haven't put it here, but I'm sure if it's the sensibility of the founder, it's not strange to be making it. With that in mind, Mira began to look for something to keep her pants out of sight without forgetting her original purpose.

The store is large, and clothing is placed in places other than Magical Nights as much as this. I wonder if you're even challenging the limits of how far you can put the product in, and the aisle wasn't as wide, and it wasn't even as wide as the two were different depending on the location. Therefore, when a customer stops at the product confirmation, when passing through, they turn to each other, but naturally, the body touches each other.

In other words, it was also a way out of my dreams where I could make contact with the women just by passing through.

I'm sorry, I'm coming through.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

In order not to disturb the products on the shelves, it is the implicit rules of this store that are so different as to adhere closely. After observing the store for a while and finding out about it, Mira follows the rules and is not like a glamorous woman. And he felt the softness all over his body, and he grinned.

That's how Mira arrived at the corner with all the bottoms for women.

"Hmm. What's the matter?"

Choose what to wear under your skirt. Faced with such a first, Mira worries as she looks around the shelves. And I think I've never really looked for clothes for myself since the way I am. Besides, she is a woman. It was an unknown situation for Mira.

"This is it... This kind of thing seems easy."

What Mira took in her hand after she was troubled was a pair of blue trousers that never happened. If you wear this under your skirt, you don't have to worry about it at the earliest possible moment, such as invisibility. Even if my skirt chops a thousand times, I'll never see my pants.

I can do this. Being so sure, Mira quickly put her foot through her pants and stood in front of the nearby look as to what it was like.

"This is...! I see. Right. Is that what happened?"

Lovely costume now. It is not an exaggeration to say that it highlights its appeal in particular, the miniskirt and both legs stretching from it. Mira remembers a friend's words as she sees herself now.

He was a peculiar person who chose to go to real life school in a time when VR was in full season. And when the season was winter, he spoke in tears. I wonder what a guilty schoolgirl wears a jersey under her skirt. And seriously, I was also forcefully theorizing about making it black tights.

At the time, I wondered what you were talking about, Mira. But now at this moment, I see myself, and I finally realize the sin.

"Um, this can't be happening."

How great was the thigh to peek right through the hem of the miniskirt. And was it something honorable? In front of her ideal self, Mira understood how dramatically appealing it was for her trousers to wear it under her miniskirt.

Mira hurries to take off her pants. And now for once, I turn my gaze to my appearance and check my thighs peeking out of my miniskirt.

(Again, I can't imitate it to the detriment of this cuteness)

I guess I have an attachment to the way I created myself as an ideal no matter what, Mira, who consolidated her absolute policy, thought about which one seemed the most fascinating and began to bark at the bottom.

The only thing that was different from the others was the choice. It would be the miniskirt if I could see raw legs. Based on such an obvious man's gaze, Mira ran through the store looking for a bottom that looked good on herself after putting her pants back on the shelf.

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