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I couldn’t help but stare at her.
The woman there had red hair, red eyes, and fair-skinned, probably no older than 20.
She has a wand, so she’s probably a magician.
I don’t know if she’s wearing a disguise.
She is wearing a bathing suit-like outfit with a cloak over it.
No matter how you look at her, she’s a perverted woman.
However, there was no one else in the room (they might have run away
), so I couldn’t ignore her and greeted her.
“Hello, young lady. I’m Alfred, and I look forward to working with you as a fellow person going on a pilgrimage. This is Sir. Fabio.”
The teacher bobbed his head lightly, but kept glancing at the woman.
What are you, an erotic kid.
The woman freaked out and stiffened, as if she didn’t expect to be spoken to.
She then stammered out a greeting.
“H-He, Hello, there. I’m Silvana, Silvana Kitty. Nice to meet you too.”
She was quite pretty to look at, but her clothes ruined everything.
A little polite conversation was all that was needed.
“Are you on pilgrimage, Ms. Kitty?”
“Y-Yes 

 You too, Mr. Alfred?”
“Yes, so am I.”
Suddenly Silvana’s face became thoughtful 

 and suddenly she had the eyes of a hunter.
“Oh, are you from the Della Scala family by any chance?”
“Yes, I didn’t know we were that famous
”
Silvana leaned forward.
“You’re  the son of a great aristocrat, and famous in those circles because of the apostle signs showing.”
“Oh, I see 

”
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Only this kind of information is transmitted so fast!
Silvana’s eyes sparkled.
“Are you an Apostle?”
No, but I don’t feel like blabbing to someone I’ve never met before.
“Every aristocrat has at least one secret, you know?”
The teacher opened his mouth in a light tone.
“No, it’s a matter of selection because of some things.”
Wait a minute, why are you revealing it all of a sudden!
He was unconcerned by my protesting gaze.
“No, it’s customary to give an honest answer when asked if you passed or failed.”
No, it’s the first time I’ve heard of such a thing before.
By the way, it’s a terrible story, but people who are not certified as apostles are called failures.
What’s even more disgusting is a single woman who meets an apostle and fails to become his lover is also considered a failure.
And Silvana looked down, blatantly disappointed.
“I guess it isn’t that convenient in this world 

”
Don’t tell me, If I was the apostle, would I be attacked furiously?
I’m not a fan of perverts, you know.
After that, she twisted around a bit and looked at me expectantly.
“Sir. Alfred, if you’re an Apostle, by any chance 

 What about me?”
This is the kind of thing you can’t answer no matter what.
I’ll at least answer honestly to maintain my mental health.
“Ahhh, well 

 Uhm 

 I think a little more fabric would be appreciated 

 you know.”
Then she looked down again with a look of blatant despair.
I heard an inarticulate voice that sounded like some kind of curse.
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“Dƍsedƍse, hinnyĆ«joshinante 

 shÄ«tagerarerunoyo 

”
(T/N: Well, I can’t translate this part to any translating site, and when I try to, it results to that. So I’ll just translate it a little based on my(not professional) knowledge in understanding Japanese, I think this means “I’m sure that they’re just persecuting flat-chested women.”)
Ohhh, now that you mention it, it’s hard to say if she has any volume.
I guess women have their own problems 


When I tried to console myself, the teacher tapped me on the shoulder.
His eyes said, “Don’t touch her, it’s dangerous. Leave her alone”.
The silence was like a kind of spiritual training, and after half a day, the carriage reached the next town.
During this time, I was desperately trying to remember the Tale of the Heike, trying to recite it in my brain to escape reality.
After arriving at the inn town, we completed the formalities at the branch (it was called a branch, but it was as big as a fort).
Then we checked into an inn run by the Order and had dinner in the dining hall.
As we talked over drinks in the dining room, the topic of conversation naturally turned to what happened in the carriage.
That was too much of a shock.
“Doctor, is it fashionable for women to dress like that nowadays?”
The doctor spurted out in an exaggerated manner.
“No, I don’t think so 

 I wonder if there’s an ocean around here.”
I shook my head, too confused to make sense.
“No, if you were wearing a bathing suit and cape, you’d be a much worse person.”
The teacher didn’t seem to understand.
“You idiot, she was just floating about in a weird outfit. At least think that it’s for a different purpose 

 It’s a man’s kindness to at least think of it like that 

”
Is it just me that finds it annoying?
And if you’re a teacher who’s never had a girlfriend, you’re not going to be very convincing.
And I don’t understand what he means at all.
The teacher was smug and unconcerned.
“Most of all, It’s a little painful to walk around in a bikini when you have no breasts. Why don’t you just wear a one-piece swimsuit?
I remembered that at times like this, the person you’re talking about would be behind you 

.
I turned around fearfully and shouted without thinking.
“She’s hereeeeeee!”
I can’t take this cliche anymore.
Silvana, with eyes like a dead fish, was standing there.
And in her hand, she was holding a bottle of wine.
Oh no! This is bad! This is really bad! She’s drunk!
This is the worst pattern!
Silvana’s eyes were like dead fish as she rambled on.
“Thank you for taking care of me at the carriage! You don’t mind if I join you, don’t you!”
She sat down without waiting for an answer and I was almost swept away by a flood of complaining and breath that smelled of alcohol.
◆◇◆◇◆
An hour later.
Silvana opened the third bottle and continued to tangle with the bottle while losing her ability to speak.
In my brain, a line from the Prussian Blue Portrait in the safe zone (I won’t let go now) 

 keeps looping, chipping away at my spirit.
“Listen, just because I don’t have any breasts 

 Don’t you think that world is absolutely wrong to not to be chosen by the Lord Apostle!”
Oh, by the way, I heard that all of the apostles’ lovers have big tits.
It’s such a sad competence?
Silvana continues to tangle with us in a muddled state.
“Then there’s nothing I can do but take it off and appeal to them!”
The teacher was overwhelmed and tried to follow up somehow.
“N-No, you don’t have to take off your clothes 

”
The teacher also has two bottles empty.
He’s about to go on a rampage, no more, this booze fest.
Silvana never stops.
“We don’t dress like this because we want to, you know!”
The teacher slammed the desk.
“No! You don’t understand the romance of men!”
Alright, one more drunk person!
The teacher was breathing hard and making a strong argument.
“Listen, if you show your flyers so vulgarly, men will be turned off!”
Then she began to emphasize with hot gestures.
“Like–, it looks like I can see it, ah, a little more. This, this is it! Can’t you see it!”
I want to get away from this place 


She doesn’t care how I feel, and Sylvana gets teary-eyed.
“W-What do you mean vulgaaaaar. That’s too much
”
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Then she finally cried

(The sound of the Gion Shƍja bells echoes the impermanence of all things; the color of the sāla flowers reveals the truth that the prosperous must decline. The proud do not endure, they are like a dream on a spring night; the mighty fall at last, they are as dust before the wind 

)
I decided to escape reality by reciting the Tale of the Heike in my brain, which I remembered desperately.
But I was forced back to reality.
The teacher kept tapping me on the shoulder and asking for my consent.
“Hey, kiddo! Don’t you think so too! Right, right, right!”
Why are you dragging me into this?
Silvana continued to tap the other shoulder and asked me to agree.
“Hey! You’re not vulgar, are you? Are you, are you!”
I’m done 


I decided to cut her off half-heartedly.
“You are too perverted, Sir! That’s why you’re still single! Why don’t you change your clothes and make yourself more attractive, Ms. Kitty?”
Silvana broke down in tears.
“I don’t have that kind of extra money.”
What’s with the liquor bottles, then?
You’ve got five bottles lying around already.
Isn’t that the cause of your lack of money?
The teacher said with a huff.
“Then why don’t you give her some clothes with your non-perverted taste, kiddo?”
Sensei, I was quite concerned about being single.
In the first place, why should I buy her something?
You’re the one who started it.
I’ll deduct it from your paycheck 

 That’s a good idea.
You won’t even notice it anyway.
But I’m forced to fight a war of attrition in the face of these two unreasonable and entangling hydra.
My brain whispers to me that I should withdraw even if it is too late, before the damage increases.
(Skillfulness and slowness are the key to success. Skillfulness and slowness are the key to success. Skillfulness and slowness are the key to success.)
I don’t want to have to deal with any more weird conditions.
“Ah! I’ve already figured it out! But if you go to a clothing store to get it made, you’ll have to stay here until it’s done!”
” “Yes.” “
The two of them hummed in harmony.
I hate this kind of pilgrimage.
I’m going to be traumatized.
And so the night of despair drew to a close.