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Chapter 127

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“…Amazing.” (Kouta)

“It is amazing! It is amazing! It is just like magic!!” (Muze)

I agreed with Muze’s words. However, for someone who was herself a resident of a fantasy world, saying that it was like magic would surely leave the Onee-san at a loss for how to respond. It felt as though I were not myself.

No, the Onee-san visible in the mirror looked satisfied, with the air of someone who had accomplished something. From the way she accepted Muze’s praise, she did not appear displeased in the least. During the cutting, she had been laughing at every single one of Muze’s reactions, which made me worried.

“Ahh♪ Muze’s bed is becoming cleaner and cleaner♪” (Muze)

“Pfft… So, this is Muze-chan’s bed?” (Stylist)

“Ahh♪ The jungle-like view is opening up more and more♪” (Muze)

“Kukuku… Muze-chan, you had been living in quite a place, hadn’t you?” (Stylist)

“The hair that tickled the soles of my feet is gone, and it is the best!!” (Muze)

“Pu-pu-pu! So, you had been spending your days atop this head?” (Stylist)

“What is this ‘Gaaah’ sound?” (Muze)

“This? This is a dryer. Have you never seen one before?” (Stylist)

“I have not! What is it that you are putting on?” (Muze)

“This is wax. Watch closely, I shall set it perfectly for you.” (Stylist)

“Muze, do not disturb Onee-san.” (Kouta)

“That is not so! Muze is learning environmental maintenance!!” (Muze)

“Buhaha!? Environmental maintenance! I see, since Muze-chan will continue living on top of this head, the comfort of the environment is very important! Ahaha! Pfft, ahaha, kukuku! This is too much!” (Stylist)

At that moment, I honestly worried whether this Onee-san was all right. And yet, she managed to style it splendidly.

I gazed into the mirror many times, unable to conceal my astonishment at the result. I heard the click of a shutter, and when I turned around, Muze was taking a photo with my smartphone.

“Muze-chan, what do you intend to do with that?” (Kouta)

“I shall send this to Emilia! If Muze sends Emilia a nice shot of Master, then Emilia gives Muze water! The photo of your sleeping face last time was a great success!” (Muze)

Hold on a moment, Muze. What are you doing with my smartphone!?

Upon hearing this, the Onee-san and the others burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Just do not go as far as using paid sites…” (Kouta)

That was all I could bring myself to say. I felt reluctant to scold her too harshly.

Well, it is not as though she had done anything terribly wrong. Still, there is such a thing as portrait rights, is there not? I should probably explain that to Muze, or else it might become a problem later.

She even took a selfie with the Onee-san and sent it to Emilia, introducing the hairdresser who had cut my hair. For such small hands, she was remarkably dexterous.

“By the way, Kouta, are foreign agents really coming?” (Haruka)

“Yes, I saw several suspicious-looking people the other day.” (Kouta)

“Should I be careful as well?” (Haruka)

“Perhaps. Since Sofia has video footage, it might be good for you to see it at least once.” (Kouta)

I explained to Haruka-kun what had happened the other day.

I had gone with Emilia to a ramen shop, the kind of place where the male-to-female ratio seemed like it would exceed one hundred percent. And yet, despite it being the sort of shop where usually only Emilia came as a female customer, that day was an extraordinary event. Customers, one after another, kept following us inside. Both the staff and the other patrons were shocked. In a place where even the mere appearance of foreigners was enough to be surprising, having women enter one after another made the situation far too suspicious.

If they were truly agents, then they should have done better research and exercised better judgment. Otherwise, their behavior was simply too conspicuous. Even the shop owner seemed to be seriously considering whether to call the police. Sofia’s move of pretending to speak casually while secretly recording with a camera had been a brilliant play.

Thanks to that, we now had clear images of their faces.

 

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