Thanks to the less conspicuous clothes, Miriette and Zoemi stopped attracting that much attention. They were still some people that glared at them and frowned after they noticed the same colored eyes and hair but since the master-attendant pair's attire wasn't showing off their social position it was assumed that they were just commoners with a bit more mana.

Well, whether for better or worse Zoemi was attracting a lot of attention from the female part of the local population so Mirriette was far too buys sticking as close to him as possible in an attempt of disheartening any foolish girls from approaching, so she didn't quite realize that she also was the target of the more than just a few rather nasty looks from the male locals…

But putting that aside for a moment, overall Miriette herself was overjoyed since she got the chance of leaning on Zoemi's arm as if they were the most intimate lovers and no one knew any better.

Zoemi, keeping a close eye on the possible dangers, was keeping silent despite Miriette being honestly a little bit more clingy than it was appropriate considering the difference in their status, first of all, it was preferable for his master to stay as close as possible, and second of all, he honestly really enjoyed that…

The two of them entered a few more stores to look for some clothes.

Zoemi was the one to buy the most since his wardrobe was thinning out against his will – which kept being both a mystery and a bother…

The academy's servants in charge of the laundry kept telling him over and over again that 'it happens and they are sorry' but there should be a limit, right?

It was annoying and unnerving but even though Zoemi wanted to sternly reprimand them, to say the least, he didn't want to make his master's public image worse by lashing out at others…

Needless to say, the black-haired boy's head would explode if he learned that one of the two main culprits behind his vanishing clothes was the girl who currently was giving her best at zealously guarding the changing room he was in while consecutively trying to peek on him without getting noticed.

At which she has mostly succeeded.

There were a few shopkeepers and clerks that tried to warn her not to peek into the dressing rooms but… The smarter ones just turned right away after facing Miriette's glare and feeling the threatening air, while the less fortunate and observant ones got the first-hand taste of her spells…

It turns out that manipulating the level of oxygen in the air wasn't the only thing she came up with after learning about chemistry.

Truly, in the field of mastery of the terrifying and deadly spells, she could only be compared to the first prince Horeo, well, and Zoemi himself.

Two hours passed by as if they were nothing, Zoemi, and Miriette were now in the lingerie shop and Miriette insisted on Zoemi helping her choose the, well, most fitting ones…

Zoemi already knew her sizes, but there was no need to remind him of what she lacked, it was far better to focus on her strong point!

That's why while they were at it, Miriette strategically avoided the sections with bras and instead concentrated on stockings, panties, not forgetting about the borderline scandalously short nightgowns!

Although… she took a shine to sleep in Zoemi's shirts, so she found the nightgowns on their own less important than before.

…in the first place, they weren't the actual point of focus, to tell the truth, the dark-haired girl wanted to shock and caught Zoemi off guard and make him blush, but a trained attendant like him wasn't embarrassed at all while looking through many different designs, even though his actions did attract the scrutinizing and suspicious look of the shop clerk…

—–

"Look at these ones! They are so cute!

"

Excited Miriette pushed a pair of racy pantied in Zoemi's face.

Zoemi felt a needle of jealousy prickling his heart.

That particular lingerie just screamed bedroom, and in Zoemi's mind, it could only mean that his master wants them to show off to her fiance.

…although there was a part of him that hoped for a rather different explanation…

"I think that the first prince would have liked them.

"

Zoemi ended up speaking up while carefully observing Miriette's reaction to those words and…

"…Is that so…?

"

The dark-haired girl stopped smiling instantly and put the panties back on the shelf looking rather dispirited – which honestly made Zoemi's eyes widen.

"My lady…?

"

Zoemi asked in surprise while gulping down his saliva.

"I want only these. Let's go somewhere else already…

"

Miriette said in an upset voice while holding up a pair of striped black and green stockings and walked to the exit.

Zoemi hurriedly paid for it and rushed to open the door for his master.

Miriette just went past him with a somewhat dispirited face and walked forward not looking back.

"M-my lady…! Wait! What happened!?

"

Zoemi hurried after her and asked in actual confusion… he actually hoped for a reaction, but not that kind of reaction…

Miriette stopped and glanced at him from above her shoulder.

"Why did you have to talk about him…? Are you upset because it's only the two of us…?

"

She asked with a sulking expression.

"…!

"

It was hard for Zoemi to stay calm after hearing that…

From the very beginning, the black-haired boy understood that the greatest threat to Miriette's happiness was his affection.

He didn't want to make things difficult for his master, but at the same time, he couldn't help himself from loving her.

And now, seeing her reaction like that, it was hard to even for him to misunderstand what she meant…

…which was shockingly correct – considering the usual level of Zoemi's denseness – mainly because Miriette…

|Why did you have to talk about that sassy prince!? You're on a date with me! With ME! I'm showing you sexy panties and your reaction is to say that stupid Horeo would like them!? Am I that unattractive to you that you couldn't even say that they would look good on me!? That you would want to see me in them!? What made you think of him!? Would you like more to be here with him instead of me!?|

Well, Miriette wanted to scream and make a huge fuss in the middle of the street but managed to keep calm while looking away – which made her miss Zoemi's thunderstruck expression.

"…

"

She bit her lips and clenched her fists while blinking repeatedly.

"It's awful…!

"

She whispered.

"My lady…?

"

Zoemi flinched and tilted his head before moving a step closer.

"I said, It's awful!

"

Miriette shouted and stomped her foot in anger.

"You're not thinking of me at all! We're here alone and you're talking about him! My feet hurt! I want you to say I would look cute not that someone else would think I would look cute!

"

She leashed out furiously and Zoemi took a step back.

|…! Crap! Miriette's not used to walking!|

Zoemi gulped down his saliva in a sudden realization – still in his attendant mode, which caused him to pick up at the thing that brought immediate discomfort to his master and could be relieved the easiest…

For some, it might sound funny, but the thing was, Miriette only walked the bare minimum she had to.

Ever.

As ridiculous as it might sound she originally got the idea to develop a spell for flying for the exact purpose of not walking!

But Zoemi, her personal attendant, completely forgot about that and made her walk continuously for two hours, which was way over her limit.

Miriette already had a huge temper and after getting tired and experiencing discomfort this noble lady needed just a tiny spark to ignite.

Zoemi felt relieved that this was it and instantly felt ashamed of himself for feeling relieved.

"Why are you smiling!? What do you have to say in your defense!?

"

Miriette barked at her attendant and the hair on the back of her head bristled in threateningly, not caring about the scene she caused and how many people were staring at them.

"My lady, this lowly servant is terribly sorry…!

"

The black-haired boy bowed down and apologized.

"No! I don't want this sort of apology! I don't want the apology of a servant to his master! I want YOU to apologize to ME!

"

Zoemi flinched and slowly raised his head.

Miriette was glaring at him with eyes full of tears of anger while shaking.

Zoemi gulped down his saliva.