To become a king and a magician

Seeing Hiel's anxious state, Dawn couldn't help but comfort him, "Don't be so impatient, Hiel. Besides, Dead Apostles are almost all nocturnal, so searching during the day won't do any good, will it?"

"That's precisely why we need to search. Daytime is when the Dead Apostles are at their weakest. If we find them then, we can take care of them cleanly and quickly, right?"

Hier looked at Dawn as if he were an idiot.

"However, you're not entirely wrong. It's precisely because they know they'll be very weak during the day that the Dead Apostles are desperately hiding during the day. With this thing, who knows how long it will take to find them."

"That's true. Should we contact the church here? It wouldn't be a problem to ask them for help."

"Okay, let's do it that way."

Hier sighed somewhat helplessly, then looked at the cruise ships on the Seine River not far away.

"A witch-type idol's concert... Ignorance is bliss, holding a concert in a city infiltrated by dead apostles."

56. What's wrong with men dressing as women?

Natsukawa Tora is now filled with regret.

I deeply regret it.

Although he had no psychological or mental resistance to wearing women's clothing, when he actually wore women's clothing and walked on the street, acting in front of countless people, even if Natsukawa Tiger was shameless, he couldn't help but feel extremely ashamed at this moment.

If this gets exposed... then it won't just be the company's demise!

(Absolutely must not be exposed, absolutely must not be exposed, absolutely must not be exposed!)

This idea continued to grow stronger, and Natsukawa Tiger even planned to use an invisibility magic trick to reduce his presence!

But if he used invisibility magic, then why was he dressed like that? Most importantly, to distract the reporters.

(Damn it... I'll remember this grudge. Wearing women's clothes in my dreams was fine, but I never thought it would be so shameful in real life...)

It just goes to show that there is indeed a big difference between dreams and reality.

Watching Natsukawa Tora from the side, Gray couldn't help but feel a mix of heartache and admiration: "Brother... no, Sister, are you really okay? Um, your steps are starting to look a little awkward."

"Remind me earlier next time, Grey." Quickly adjusting his walking posture to be similar to Lydell's, Natsukawa Tora sighed helplessly: "Sigh, dressing up as a woman is really tiring, and what's worse is having to dress like this for four days. I feel like I'm about to lose half my life."

“I don’t think it would be like this just because you’re dressed as a woman. It’s mainly because you’re so dedicated, Sister. You even imitate every detail of Brother (Lideel).

“In some situations, a reporter’s eyes can see even further than a thousand miles. But you’re right, I didn’t actually have to work this hard; it was mainly Miss Acherlot who disrupted my original plans.”

The original plan?

Grey tilted her head in confusion: "[Sister] Did you originally have other plans?"

“Yeah.” Natsukawa Tora said as he took a red sphere out of his pocket. “The simulation device can perfectly simulate Miss. Acherot’s appearance by inputting her data. I originally planned to use this thing to fool her.”

"Then why... [Sister], do you not want Ms. Lydia to know about the re-enactment device?"

Natsukawa Tora nodded: "Besides you and me, only Merry knows about the existence of the Re-enactment Device. Even Waver only thinks it's an illusionary costume. If possible, I don't want too many people to know about its existence, especially magicians."

When Natsukawa Torato inquired about the transfer conditions for the Creation Department from Kenneth earlier, he just gave a casual answer to brush it off. There is no absolute trust among magicians. In the end, almost all magicians are selfish. As long as they can reach the Root, they are all set. Everyone else is a competitor.

For magicians, a reenactment device with perfect simulation capabilities is invaluable. How to reach the root, what conditions need to be met to reach the root... all sorts of questions can be answered theoretically through simulation.

Once we have the theoretically highest method to reach the root cause, all that's left to do is keep moving forward according to that method.

“Miss Acherlot is an idol, but before she was an idol, she was a magician. If she knew the effects of the re-enactment device, who knows what she might think? I don’t think my explanation can fool you, after all, many people say that I’m bad at making up stories.”

"Therefore, unless necessary, I will only use this reenactment device in private."

At this point, Natsukawa Tiger put the re-enactment device away again, then looked at a shopping mall across the street: "Let's go, Grey, let's go there and buy a men's outfit."

"Buying men's clothing?"

"After buying it, I'll find a restroom to change out of this outfit, and then use the re-enactment device to simulate Miss Acherlot." Natsukawa Tora tugged at his skirt. "I really don't want to wear this kind of light and airy clothing anymore. I already noticed several pairs of eyes staring at my crotch as I walked down the street."

Staring down?

Upon hearing this, Grey subconsciously shifted her gaze to Natsukawa Torato's buttocks and thighs.

Because the skirt was a bit short, and because Natsukawa Tora took rather large steps, a tiny bit of her curves were revealed.

(I... can roughly understand those people.)

Even knowing that Natsukawa Tora was a man, Grey had to admit that Natsukawa Tora, dressed like this, possessed a charm that transcended that of women to some extent.

"【elder sister】."

"what?"

"If possible, you should stop wearing women's clothes in the future. It makes me feel frustrated."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Gray's ambiguous words left Natsukawa Torato somewhat puzzled.

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After half an hour.

After changing into a clean set of men's clothing, Xia Chuanhu came out of the bathroom, tidied his hair in front of the mirror, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Phew~~~~ That feels much better. At least I don't have to wear those clothes that lift up my legs and butt anymore."

"Welcome back, brother."

At the bathroom door, seeing Natsukawa Tora changed back into men's clothing, Gray breathed a sigh of relief. But while Gray relaxed, another person was dissatisfied.

"Ahhh! Why did you change? You looked pretty good in women's clothes!"

Yad, who had been silenced because there were too many people around him before, finally couldn't hold back now that no one was around.

"Put it on! Put it on for me! A man as handsome as Bedivere should wear women's clothes!"

“Okay, Grey, give me Yad, I’ll flush it down the toilet.”

"Ok."

"Hello--------!"

Yad shook his head frantically several times: "I'm telling the truth, bro. It's such a waste not to make good use of your talent."

"I have no penchant for cross-dressing."

"Did you know? The word 'beauty' originally referred to men, and stockings were originally for men to wear. What does that mean? It means that it's perfectly fine for men to wear women's clothing, especially—Ughhhhhhh!"

Before Yad could finish explaining his bizarre theory, Gray, with a stern face, started swinging it up and down, in a manner remarkably like a pitcher. The force was so great that even the birdcage was rattled by Yad.

Grey only stopped shaking him after Yad's voice was almost gone: "Sorry, brother, Yad is a bit of a jerk."

"It's okay, he's just joking around anyway. Let's go buy you new clothes instead."

No, really, you don't need to—

"Alright, alright, let's go."

57. Vampires, let's all come out for a sunbath!

Night fell quickly, and the sky turned pitch black without Natsukawa Tiger and Gray noticing.

Because they had always lived on the outskirts of London, far from the city center, and because the clock tower was usually dark at night, the two of them had come to know that the night was quiet and dark.

Now, looking at the brightly lit city of Paris even at night, not to mention Grey, Natsukawa Tora finally felt that he was living in the modern world.

Bright neon lights, music blasting at full volume on the streets, and a sea of ​​people whose flow shows no signs of slowing down...

"Is it true that no matter which country you're in, if it's in the city center, it's basically the same scene?"

Sitting side by side with Grey on a bench on the street, Natsukawa Tora couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Even though it was just an afternoon, how was your day, Grey?"

"I'm so happy," Grey laughed. "But brother, please don't make me wear this kind of outfit again next time. It's too revealing!"

The outfit Gray is wearing now isn't her usual black and gray gravedigger attire, but rather a more adorable children's outfit, also predominantly gray. And it's not as revealing as Gray claimed; that was purely her personal judgment.

For Grey, any clothing that doesn't cover her head is considered revealing.

“I know you still have some prejudice against your appearance, and you wish that people would see your face and say they hate you.” Natsukawa Tora placed his hand on Grey’s head. “But no matter what you think, you’ll have to live the rest of your life with this face. You can’t keep rejecting it; you have to accept it.”

Accept it.

Accept this face, just like the heroes of the past.

Grey bit her lip and fell silent.

"Of course I don't want you to accept it right now. You can take it slowly. The first step is to stop covering your face."

"This... is quite a leap. I still don't dare to look in the mirror."

That's what she said, but Gray also knew that Natsukawa Tora was right; if you had to say something, she was just being stubborn.

"Brother, do you hate my face?"

"If I say things your way, I hate it. But to be honest, I don't hate it, I even quite like it."

As a former fan of the King, it's impossible to say I dislike him. The reason he later betrayed the King was simply because Natsukawa Torama realized his true nature—he was a perverted man who fell in love with every woman he met.

Natsukawa Tora's answer made Grey feel a little disappointed.

Patting her on the shoulder, Xia Chuanhu pulled her to her feet: "Alright, let's change the subject—it's six o'clock in the evening, it's about time to go have dinner, how about we try some authentic French cuisine in Paris? I remember there's a pretty famous one around here."

"Okay—by the way, let's re-enact the setup... Is everything alright over there?"

"Even if visual sharing is set up, it shouldn't be—"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, and Xia Chuanhu's lazy expression immediately turned serious: "Alright, it seems we need to do some pre-dinner exercise before dinner."

"Has something happened?"

"Yes, the re-enactment device has encountered some unpleasant circumstances—it's being watched."

"A reporter?"

"I wouldn't be so nervous if it were just a reporter. Anyway, let's go over there first."

"Yes."

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In a small alley in the 10th arrondissement of Paris, [Lydel] was running quickly without looking back. For some reason, her gorgeous clothes had some burn marks, revealing her fair skin underneath. Her rose-gold hair also had many blackened parts, and the dust scattered on her face made her look disheveled.

If people saw a witch idol who enjoys immense popularity worldwide reduced to this wretched state, it would probably cause a huge uproar.