To become a king and a magician

"It's already noon!" Lydel scolded, pointing at the clock on the wall. "Honestly, do you have no sense of time? Your lifestyle is so lazy and indolent. Didn't Lord El-Melloi teach you that a magician's time is never enough?"

"No, not really. Besides, I'm not lazy, it's just that I think I didn't go to sleep until after 5 a.m., haha~~~~ ah~~~~"

As he spoke, Natsukawa Tora let out a long yawn.

"So, is there something you need from me? If not, I'm going back to catch up on my sleep; I'm still a bit tired."

"Wake up, you lazybones! Would I come looking for you if I had nothing to do?" Lydia really had the urge to slap Natsukawa Tora to bring him to his senses.

Just as she was about to make her move, Grey appeared at the door with a lunch: "Ms. Lydia? What brings you here—ah, brother, good afternoon, you're awake?"

"Oh, Grey... I'm sorry, I'll leave lunch there for now. I'm going to take a nap; I'm still sleepy."

"Don't fall asleep!"

Grabbing Natsukawa Toru by the collar, Lydia dragged him straight into the bathroom.

"Brush your teeth and wash your face properly!"

"No, you want me to go back to sleep! I only went to bed at 5 a.m., so I've only slept for seven hours!"

"Only seven hours? How long do you want to sleep?! If you're a magician, then stick to your habit of sleeping six hours a day!"

"You want me dead?! I'm not going to continue that ascetic life after the college entrance exam!"

Listening to the sounds coming from the bathroom, and the splashing water, Grey suddenly had the illusion of being back in her London apartment.

(I always feel that Ms. Lydia's way of getting along with her brother is somewhat similar to Ms. Meryl's?)

......

Several tens of minutes later.

With a stern face, Natsukawa Tiger, whose desire to go back to sleep had been completely extinguished, coldly looked at Lydia in front of him: "So, is there something you need, Miss. Archerlot?"

"What else could I possibly want from you? You haven't forgotten our agreement from yesterday, have you?"

"Oh, the time you pretended to go out and seduce reporters?"

"It's not seduction, it's enticement."

“No difference.” Xia Chuanhu looked at the large bags at her feet. “Speaking of which, you said you would prepare disguise clothes for me. Are these the ones?”

Lydia nodded, then took out the clothes from her bag one by one: "These are all my usual coats and skirts, stockings, and a wig. Also, considering our different body types, I've prepared a bra and pads for you. Just pick what you like to wear."

Looking at the various gorgeous women's clothes displayed on the table, Grey couldn't help but blush.

(Women's clothes are displayed like this... Doesn't Ms. Lydia feel a little ashamed? And is her brother really going to dress as a woman?)

"Hmm...may I ask, are all these your used clothes?"

Are you a pervert?

"Why ask such a baseless question? And where did you get the idea that I'm a pervert?"

As he spoke, Natsukawa Tora picked up one of the clothes and stood in front of the full-length mirror to compare it to himself.

"No way, this is too short and too small. I'd probably burst if I wore it. And aren't all your skirts a bit too short? I'd definitely expose myself if I wore them."

"You're a man, why would you care about accidentally exposing yourself?"

“But it’s [Mae Lydelle Acherlot] who’s been exposed,” Natsukawa Tora said. “Since I’m impersonating you, the world won’t see me, but you. Even though it’s fake, if a reporter catches us in the act, headlines like ‘Popular Idol Dressed Indecently’ or ‘Vulgar Idol Showing Off Her Looks’ will probably be published in newspapers and online very quickly, right?”

Hearing this, Lydia immediately realized the seriousness of the problem!

"What you said makes sense. Shall we change the size now?"

"You can sew?"

"No, what about you?"

Why would I need to know how to do that?

Putting the clothes back on the table, Natsukawa Tora pointed at Lydia: "Give me your pink coat and skirt; they should be enough to cover it up. By the way, do you wear stockings every day?"

"Ah."

"Is there a pattern? For example, what color stockings do you wear on which day of the week?"

"No."

"Good, then there's no need to take off your stockings."

“If you do that, I’ll make you socially dead.” Lydia’s eyes and tone turned cold in an instant. “So, you’re saying you’re going out in this outfit to attract reporters?”

Xia Chuanhu nodded: "According to the investigation I did last night, this outfit you're wearing is your most frequently worn outfit. You wear it seven out of ten times when you appear on camera. It's practically your trademark. If you want to impersonate you, wearing this outfit is naturally the best option."

"How did you know I wear this outfit the most?"

"Why do you think I only go to sleep at five in the morning?" Xia Chuanhu yawned again. "If you want to pretend, you have to pay attention to all the details, right? Reporters have sharp eyes, and if you slip up, you'll be exposed very quickly."

These words startled both Lydia and Grey.

He stayed up so late last night for this?

"You take this so seriously?" Lydia was somewhat dumbfounded. "And I've been wanting to ask you something since earlier, you... seem to have no aversion to wearing women's clothing? Could it be that you have a cross-dressing fetish?"

"I admit I have many fetishes, but that definitely doesn't include cross-dressing. It's just that I don't really resist it."

After all, he had already dressed in women's clothing more than once in the nightmares set up by that bastard Mary. Even if his body might resist to some extent, he was already used to it mentally.

"Anyway, you should go to the bathroom and change your clothes first, then I'll go in and change. Also, there's makeup and stuff. You have a professional makeup team, right? Have them do my makeup so that I look about 70% like you."

"How come you're so skilled at this?!"

The professionalism emanating from Natsukawa Torato completely overwhelmed Lydia.

That's way too skilled!

55. It's just women's clothing, isn't it?

"Ugh...it's so tight...it's completely the wrong size..."

"You're too big! Can't you be a little smaller?"

"I am male!"

......

Inside the hotel room, Natsukawa Tora, dressed in Lydia's pantyhose and skirt, stood in front of the mirror looking uncomfortable.

Looking at the pantyhose that were stretched a bit too much on her legs and the skirt that was barely zipped up, Lydia rubbed her forehead with a hint of heartache: "It really feels like you might burst open with just one step. Why are your butt and legs so thick?"

"Let me ask you this in return: why do I have skinny arms and legs?"

As he spoke, Natsukawa Tiger tried to loosen the pantyhose and skirt a little more, which made Lydia quickly step forward and press him down: "Don't pull so hard, these are my clothes, what if you tear them?"

"I can't help it, it's so uncomfortable wearing these! Don't you have any bigger clothes?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to wear this outfit for the sake of authenticity?" Lydel said irritably. "This is the clothes I wear next to my skin. So many people want to buy them but I won't sell them. I'm already being very kind by lending them to you without charging you."

(Even if you say that, I'm not happy at all.)

With a pained expression, Xia Chuanhu paced back and forth in front of the mirror a few more times, then pinched the hem of his skirt: "It's still too tight. I probably won't be able to take big steps. I feel like it'll turn into open-crotch pantyhose if I run."

"Then don't run, just walk slowly, as long as you attract the reporters' attention."

"Yes Yes Yes."

After putting on the wig, colored contact lenses, and a pair of large sunglasses, Natsukawa Tiger spun around on the spot and then asked Grey, "Grey, what's the difference between me and Miss Acherlot?"

"Uh... They look very similar. If I had to say, the older brother is much taller than Ms. Lydel, as are his voice and his standing posture."

To be honest, Grey was a little dumbfounded.

Putting aside the issues she just mentioned, Xia Chuanhu and Lidel look almost identical now. If reporters were to come and look at them closely, they would have a hard time spotting the difference unless they were staring intently at him and comparing photos.

Especially when they look 80% similar in appearance and clothing.

"I can use a magic trick to fake my voice later, and as for my height... I'll use a hint magic trick."

"As long as your appearance isn't too bad, that's fine. It's thanks to the fact that you're naturally pretty; with a little makeup, you'll look almost like me. Although if all else fails, there's always the option of a face mask."

Are you Vermouth?

Natsukawa Torato couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark, then said, "So, that's it for the disguise? The rest is just me going out for a couple of walks in this state and then coming back, right?"

"There are still four days until the concert, so you need to do this every day until then, about two hours a day is enough."

"Four days... Grey and I came here for a trip, but with all this, how can we have a proper vacation?"

"Oh, well then, after the concert, I'll take you guys on a proper tour of Paris," Lydia laughed. "Anyway, I'll have some vacation time after the concert, so consider it a bonus. Taking you guys on a date in Paris isn't out of the question."

"No thanks. I don't want to be treated like my mortal enemy by your die-hard fans and relentlessly hunted down. Besides, you're an idol, you know. If someone saw you out with someone of the opposite sex like me, wouldn't rumors start flying everywhere?"

Lydia waved her hand dismissively: "Rumors can be easily solved with a little money. I've had my share of rumors over the years. Besides, do you think you're the right person to be my rumored lover?"

"But it's good that you can think of this for me. I didn't expect you to be so caring."

"I'm the type who tries to avoid causing trouble for others, since dealing with things afterwards can be a real hassle," Xia Chuanhu sighed—of course, the fact that she blew up her lab was also a factor.

After glancing at the time, Lydel patted Natsukawa Tiger on the shoulder: "Then let's set off. Those reporters have been waiting outside all day, and they're driving me crazy. I'll trouble you to lure them all away."

"Yes, yes, Miss Acherot."

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River Seine.

Standing by the river, gazing at the scenery of the Seine, and taking a deep breath of the fresh river air, Dawn, feeling refreshed and invigorated, couldn't help but sigh softly: "What a beautiful view. Paris, the city of romance, I'm starting to understand the meaning of that name. Don't you think so, Hiers?

"Don't waste your time, Father Dawn."

Not far from Dawn, Hier was walking around with a string of crosses in his hand.

Although the use of magic is officially prohibited, there are a few types of magic that are permitted by the church, and the same goes for magical costumes. The cross in Chiel's hand is an example of this; it is actually a search device widely used by the Agents.

The church's explanation was that it "reacts to demons and heretics and points out the sacred objects in their locations," but to Chiel, who had a great deal of magical knowledge for some reason, it was just an abnormal magic sensing device that would react as long as there was even the slightest abnormality in the magic of the surrounding environment.

In terms of results, this can indeed help find demons and dead apostles, but it also makes it easy to make wrong judgments, such as eliminating ordinary people who happen to be in areas of magical anomalies as heretics—this happens quite often.

Looking at the unresponsive cross, Hiel curled his lip in annoyance: "Tch, there aren't any here either. Is that bastard chief playing a trick on me?"

"So, are we going to the Luxembourg Gardens next? Or the Pantheon Gardens?"

"It's all the same over there, they're about the same distance anyway."