I love time travel the most!

Despite the possibility of incorporating some strange elements, given Aqua's exceptional aesthetic sense and discerning eye, he was willing to take the gamble.

“Alright, since Aqua has asked for it, then…”

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Before Kobayashi could agree, Sato Kazuma loudly objected, angrily berating Aqua: "What are you doing, you idiot! Can you even sew clothes? Don't make me laugh! I admit you have talent in flower arranging and doll making, but you're definitely not as good as me, a tailor, at making clothes."

Kazuma Sato, who had previously insisted that he was a fashion designer, actually admitted that he was a tailor in order to vent Aqua's anger.

I never expected him to be so ruthless.

Aqua retorted angrily, "What did you say?! You're just good at handicrafts, don't think I haven't seen you sneaking around at night, trying to improve your sewing skills?"

Lore!

Kazuma Sato's forehead veins bulged as he glared fiercely at Aqua, both ashamed and angry, looking like an indignant groundhog.

hiss--

Kobayashi gasped.

This was the first time such a fierce confrontation had erupted. He knew it wasn't because of the clothes, but rather because all the big and small conflicts that had accumulated between them over a long period of discord had finally come to a head.

Just as Kobayashi was pondering how to mediate, Huihui suddenly intervened.

"In that case, you two should compare yourselves."

"……Eh?"

"Huihui, what did you say?"

Kazuma Sato and Aqua turned to look at the little girl sitting calmly on the sofa.

Huihui suggested, "Since you both think your clothes are the best, then you should both make them. After they're finished, the person wearing them can decide which one it is."

"Xiao Lin?"

"Senior Kobayashi?"

They both turned to look at Kobayashi.

You've really given me a lot of trouble, Huihui.

She rolled her eyes at Huihui, annoyed, but then noticed a smile playing on the little girl's lips, as if she were doing it on purpose.

But Huihui is right.

Continuing to argue isn't a solution, and the conflict between Kazuma Sato and Aqua can be resolved smoothly. Most importantly, he can also get two sets of clothes.

Kill two birds with one stone.

“Alright! Let’s do it this way!” Kobayashi thought for a moment and agreed, “The timeframe is tentatively set at one week, and I, the customer, will be the judge! As for Sato-kun and Aqua, you two will be the tailors who fulfill my needs, and I will decide who the final winner is, okay?”

"No problem!" x2

Both of them responded at the same time.

Kazuma Sato threatened, "Just you wait, Aqua. I'll use the vast amount of 21st-century fashion designs stored in my mind to defeat you!"

Aqua retorted with a sarcastic remark: "If it's women's clothing, then Rude and Makoto are indeed very talented, but men's clothing... heh!"

"Then we'll just have to wait and see."

"I will definitely win!"

"Hmph!" X2

The two returned to their respective rooms.

Kobayashi and Huihui were left staring at each other in the living room.

"That's great, I'll soon have two new outfits to wear," Huihui said, but her tone seemed a little off.

Kobayashi raised an eyebrow and said, "If Megumin wants, we can also have Sato-kun and Aqua make you a dress."

"No need, I'm afraid I'll choose Aqua."

How much prejudice does this person have against Kazuma Sato? Did the clothes she wore before cause her such great psychological trauma?

Ah! Speaking of which…

Kobayashi slammed his right fist into his left palm and suddenly pulled out a blue outfit from under his buttocks.

Huihui immediately sensed something was wrong.

Kobayashi, with a kind expression, said in a very gentle tone, "Megumin, could you please try on the outfit that Sato-kun made?"

"Huh?! Why?!" Huihui's face flushed red, and she was very excited.

"Because that's what I think."

"Um, if it's not necessary, then it's alright..."

"You know how to dress, right, Huihui?"

"Why, why that strange smile?"

Huihui curled up in fear into the large sofa, but no matter how she tried to escape, she knew she couldn't escape Xiaolin's clutches.

Seeing that she was unwilling, Kobayashi smiled mischievously.

"Okay! Imagine it!"

"Imagine what?!"

"Of course, it's about what will happen if you wear this outfit."

"Huh?! What's the point of doing that kind of thing?!"

Huihui seemed very resistant.

After all, being treated as the object of fantasy will subconsciously create a sense of resistance in one's mind.

Kobayashi nodded, and said thoughtfully, "Hmm... I see, I see, is that how it is?"

"Has it already started?!"

Huihui hugged her bare chest with both hands in fear.

I really don't understand what she has to hide; she's clearly not wealthy at all.

Kobayashi continued to demonstrate her superb acting skills, shouting, "Ah, Megumin! I'm not ready! You called me to a place like this, is there something you want to tell me? Could it be... a confession?"

"Wait! Please don't get caught up in this weird scene!"

"No, no, no! Huihui! We can't do that, we can't do that, because... because... my country has a complete system...!"

"I understand! I will wear it, I will wear it! So please stop this disgusting imagination immediately!"

"Hey, don't say anything disgusting..."

Kobayashi protested slightly.

Fortunately, Huihui, who was easily embarrassed, couldn't resist his antics and was forced to agree.

The little girl returned to her room with the clothes.

After waiting a short while, she returned to the hall.

Looking at her, my eyes lit up.

The dark blue long-sleeved dress reached Huihui's calves, its light folds revealing her fair and smooth skin. On her feet were sandals tied with thin straw ropes. A beret matching her dress topped her head, adorned with a pattern similar to Mamenosuke's. With her short, dark black hair, slightly reddish eyes, and adorable face, she exuded a playful charm.

Xiaolin sat on the sofa, staring straight at her without saying a word.

"Hey, at least say something!"

Huihui tugged at her clothes, looking both shy and a little awkward.

"Sorry. I don't know whether to say that it's really torture for you, Megumin, to wear this outfit, or for me, who has strange ideas... Anyway, it's great, Megumin!" Kobayashi looked up, not daring to look anymore, and said something that seemed very strange to Megumin.

But since you said it's great, there shouldn't be any problems, right?

The little girl had a smile on her lips.

But then immediately the corners of his mouth turned up and his lips puffed out, making an angry expression.

She seems to be in a bad mood.

Wait, could it be that the effect of the clothes intensified his jealousy?

Kazuma Sato always adds strange magic to his clothes as a form of fun, and the magic added to this outfit is designed to increase feelings of jealousy.

Unnecessary additional magic.

Kobayashi scratched his head and decided to test the waters a little.

"I said... Huihui, you're not in a good mood today." At the same time, he reached out and tapped her cheek, trying to let out the breath he was holding in.

The little girl turned her head away first, and muttered, "It's your imagination."

"I see. So your current unhappy expression is your true self."

"…Are you serious?"

"How could that be?! If you're feeling down, just say it out loud. Holding it in will only make you feel worse."

While trying to comfort him, Kobayashi secretly cursed Sato Kazuma for making the enchantment effect so strong.

The little girl's mischievous and spoiled nature is about to show.

Huihui lowered her eyebrows and asked in a slightly questioning tone, "Xiaolin, you were taking a walk with a girl yesterday, weren't you?"

Last night? With a girl? Taking a walk?

Is that true?

No, no, no, this must be some kind of magical addition to the clothes, which is why it has this strange design.

You idiot Sato-kun.

Kobayashi cursed under his breath again.

Huihui continued to question, "Who exactly is that person?"

"Huh?" Kobayashi blinked, puzzled. "Wait a minute, so the reason you're angry is..."

"Well--"