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Chapter 15 - The Fire Commotion and Tears Through a Sheet

A little while before Mireille started crying.

After returning to my room via spatial teleportation, I headed straight for the First Knight Order.

It was rare for me to walk around here in my plain clothes. The gazes of the knights I passed were questioning. "Huh, weren’t you on leave?"

The air in the hallway seemed to say, "He took paid leave and came in anyway?"

"Is Kyle here?"

When I called out, Vice-Captain Kyle, who was leaning on his desk, looked up. He ran his fingers through his brown hair and gave a lazy smile.

"Yeees... Captain? Are you heading to work now? I was actually thinking of going home early for the first time in a while, you know."

He trailed off. The rest was probably, "I was thinking of going to a brothel." But Kyle knew very well that I wasn't interested in that kind of talk.

"You can go home early. But you have one job to do first."

"...A job, sir?"

I called Kyle into the captain’s office and closed the door. Once we were alone, my throat felt strangely dry, and I swallowed hard.

"...I need you to buy some women’s clothes. Not a dress, just a few sets of comfortable everyday wear. And... underwear."

"............Are you going to wear them, Captain?"

"Why would I!? No!"

"Eh, it's not for a cross-dressing infiltration?"

"It is a mission, but the clothes are for a woman to wear."

"A woman... is she older or younger than you, Captain?"

"...Younger. She’s still in her late teens. So everyday underwear is fine. Definitely not for sleeping."

"Captain... are you into loli—"

"N, no! It’s not like that. It’s a top secret mission."

"Receipt?"

"I... don’t need one."

Kyle’s lips twisted into a smirk. That was the face he made when he got his hands on some interesting gossip.

"Don’t worry, Captain. I’ll keep your secret. ...Heeh, so you had a special someone. I thought you were the straight-laced type."

I guess calling it a job was a stretch.

Besides, if it was a mission, trying to hide it might make it more suspicious.

She was someone I had a potential marriage arrangement with. I should just accept it.

"...Sorry. If people find out, a lot of things will fall apart."

"Ah, well, if she’s a minor, I can see that."

"Anyway, I need clothes and underwear."

"Understood. Unlike you, Captain, I can certainly get those without attracting attention. But... are you going to have fun with the same outfit?"

"...Ah, I want to have fun with the same outfit."

"Just with the serious underwear?"

"Anything else is unnecessary. But I need you to get a lot of them."

"Are you going to try that hard?"

"It’ll be an everyday thing."

"Every day!? ...You’re really going for it. I understand. I feel like I’m the only one who can grant a request like this from you, Captain. It’s a man’s promise. I won’t leak a word."

"When can I get them?"

"I’ll have them ready by tomorrow morning. Leave it to me."

Kyle gave me a thumbs-up. ...For some reason, his face looked gleeful.

He was probably misunderstanding a lot of things, but as long as Mireille and I didn't get into that kind of relationship, in Kyle’s mind, the story would end with me getting dumped after falling for a teenager. He’s flighty, but he’s tight-lipped.

At least the clothes were sorted out.

Leonhard returned to his room and put the ring on again.

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When I returned, she was there again in my shirt, her silhouette fully visible, and for some reason holding a pot.

Sorry, but with this little sex appeal, my eyes have already gotten used to it.

But I had adjusted the bonfire before I left...

Why? Why was a completely burnt chicken being roasted and flames shooting up??

After safely calming the fire, I called out to her, and Mireille started crying. Isn’t my day been a bit too intense??

For now, I picked up a sheet that had fallen nearby and decided to put it over the crying Mireille.

"I, I’m sorry... Leonhard-san..."

Her voice trembled, her words breaking off. I could tell she was desperately trying to suppress the emotions welling up from deep within her chest.