I saw an angel.
Since poor naked Lutte looked so pitiful, I wanted to do something about her clothes, but even if Mische or Krea took theirs off, theirs wouldn’t fit her now.
I gathered the clothes she had thrown aside and handed them to her.
「Thank you very much.」
「Yeah. Wait, Noie? Hey, hold on…」
Pushed firmly, I was forced away from in front of Lutte.
What’s wrong? Her ahoge is swaying in clear dissatisfaction.
「Well… you really have gotten younger, right, Lutte?」
「Y-Yes.」
「Try using your blessing.」
「……Yes.」
While wrapping her own clothes around her chest and waist, the teary-eyed Lutte closed one eye.
Sweat suddenly appeared on her forehead and cheeks… and when she slowly opened her eye again, it was pitch-black and sunken. It looked almost like a black hole that could swallow everything.
「Can you see?」
「Yes, I can.」
「So the blessing still works. Now for magic… but you’re no good at magic, right?」
「They told me I have no aptitude.」
「Then there’s no helping it.」
For some reason my idiot aniki was scribbling away on paper, preparing documents.
Wait, he’s actually doing proper work? That’s shocking!
「All that’s left is to test whether magic can be used. Krea, go trade places with Frea and bring her here.」
「……You’re going to use it on onee-sama?」
「When you’re about her current age, it should be just right, no?」
Just right for what?
More importantly, if Krea, who already looks so much like Frea, became the same size and build, there’d be no way to tell them apart anymore.
Judging from how reluctant Krea looks to go… she really is a big-sister fanatic. She doesn’t want to see Frea become younger.
But more than that, why has this onii-chan been staring at me the whole time?
「Well, as long as it’s someone who can use magic, anyone will do.」
「……I would like to ask why you’re looking at me.」
「A guy stuck on desk work because of a broken bone is perfect for the job, isn’t he?」
「I would like to demand to know whose fault the broken bone is. And even if I had the aptitude, I still can’t use it.」
「Study magic properly then. And the broken bone was that giant woman from the Empire’s fault, right?」
You’re right on both counts… but I can’t accept the second part. Maybe it’s time to have Noie pretend to punch me and chase me around again.
Wait, where’s Noie? Huh?
「Eh?」
I spotted Noie peering into the jar.
Mische was standing right next to her… so the culprit was obvious at a glance.
「Hey, Noie!」
「……」
At the sound of my voice she turned toward me, and right before my eyes she began to shrink.
And then I… saw an angel.
「Uwa～」
That sigh of wonder might have come from me.
The shrunken Noie kept her usual expressionless face, yet the childish softness made her features unbearably lovable.
This was a true angel face, the kind I had never seen before. Cute. So cute that the word “cute” felt far too weak and ordinary!
「All right! If it’s the captain at this age, then even I… even I… No, it’s a lie～!」
Mische thrust her hand between the half-removed clothes, finished her confirmation, and collapsed face-down on the floor.
Noie’s chest, visible through the parted fabric, still held a gentle swell. Even that had beaten her. Well, I had seen it in the hot springs… it really had been almost nothing back then.
Then Krea, clutching her own chest, trembled and looked up at me.
「It’s a tie! I didn’t lose!」
「Drawing with an eleven-year-old Noie already counts as a loss, I think.」
「Hau…!」
She too collapsed onto the floor.
And so the flat-chest war came to its conclusion. Wait, what were we even talking about?
「Um～」
「Yes?」
「Why is no one questioning the captain’s change?」
Lutte, desperately covering her chest and waist, asked timidly.
Noie’s change?
My beautiful wife had turned into a breathtakingly beautiful girl who could surprise even an angel.
「Yeah. She’s incredibly cute. I want to keep her like this and display her at home forever.」
「Not that! Her hair! And her eyes!」
Shut up. Don’t point it out… it’ll just make things troublesome.
Lutte waved her finger wildly at Noie and kept shouting.
「The colors are completely different! She looks like a totally different person!」
「If we’re talking about that, you’re pretty extreme yourself, you know? Especially the height and the chest.」
「Hau…!」
Lutte collapsed onto the floor as well.
Now no one was left to comment on Noie’s transformation.
「Stop playing around, Arg.」
「……」
「Why are you glaring at me?」
「I was just thinking about how to dispose of the idiot aniki who saw my wife completely naked.」
「Ha! As if I’d ever lust after such a flat-chested little girl, you fool.」
「「Hau…!」」
The two with chests even flatter than hers began slamming their foreheads fiercely against the floor.
「Even if we say magic for Noie… using it inside the castle would cause a commotion. Then I’ll leave this paper with you. Finish it and return it to me.」
「Yeah, yeah. It’s fine outside our mansion, right?」
「If it’s close to sunset, there shouldn’t be any problem. I just want to know whether it can be used or not.」
After receiving the paper from my brother, I tucked it into my triangular bandage for now.
It works great as a makeshift pocket. Very convenient.
「Here, Noie. Um… do it like this, and like that.」
「Hold on a moment.」
At my idiot brother’s call, a maid entered the room.
She ran her hands over Noie’s and Lutte’s bodies to check them thoroughly, then gave a quiet bow and left.
「Wait, what?」
「We keep spare dresses on hand just in case something like this happens. It will be charged, though.」
「Hau…! Halfren-sama? I’m fine like this…」
「Of course you’re not fine. Are you an idiot?」
The knight apprentice, who spends most of her pay on savings and sweets, trembled all over.
「Since Mische is the one at fault for Noie, bill her for Noie’s share.」
「Understood.」
「You understand nothing, you shitty prince!」
The revived Mische charged at him and got instantly countered. Serves her right.
「But I do want to give my cute wife at least some clothes, so Noie’s portion is on me. In exchange, Mische covers Lutte’s.」
「……Those two’s salaries are under your jurisdiction anyway, right? I permit it. Do whatever you like.」
「Don’t just do whatever you like～!」
Mische lunged at me… only to be thrown by Noie and sent flying straight out the window.
Yes. Even cuter, she’s still incredibly strong.
「Arg-sama.」
「What?」
「The clothes. Is it really okay?」
「It’s fine.」
I crouched down and stroked her head. Her smooth, silky “golden” hair without the usual ahoge.
Her clear blue eyes narrowed happily.
Eleven-year-old Noie… had golden hair and blue eyes.
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