Chapter 97 - Volume 6 (1/2)

Volume 6, Chapter 8: I became a Fifth Grader, Part 2

“How cute, Yuzu. It suits you well.”

As I was attending a party for the first time, Kotone-chan coordinated with me most enthusiastically.

Wearing dark colors so as to not be gaudy, it was a knee-length one-piece that had fluffy hems, with an American-style sleeve that exposed both shoulders while covering the nape, with many beige-colored areas. The back was also slightly visible.

Since I’m an elementary schooler, I thought that a more childish dress would have been better, but it seems that the mood isn’t one for a child.

“……So, is it good?”

“O-of course.”

Ah, a stammer.

Even so, I was surprised that I didn’t feel much resistance towards baring my shoulders, and felt a sense of incompatibility about the knee-length. I got a feeling that the hem was longer than was supposed to be on the dress, but why is that?

“……It’s Yuzu’s first time wearing a proper dress, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct?”

“You seem strangely accustomed to it? Or perhaps I should say, you wear a dress like it’s a normal piece of clothing for you.”

“U~n?”

Aah, now that I mention it, I wonder if I was able to wear this dress normally because of those fragmented memories of that castle.

And now, today is the 70th anniversary of Nikuno Ham.

It’s a big party where affiliate companies like ours, celebrities and local politicians are all attending.

For the children like us, to put it bluntly, the reason for these is for us scions to meet face-to-face and make our choices of marriage partners. I’m worried for Kotone-chan.

I went out early with my family and had my make-up lightly done by my usual hair stylist, and having done up my hair in a half-up, I affixed a flower hair ornament carved out of a seashell that I’d gotten from my mother.

Is it necessary for a grade-schooler to have makeup? After all, the skin of a Demon doesn’t even have visible pores, much less acne. The makeup artist only put on foundation and blush, and seemed to be at a loss.

The venue seems to be a combination of three banquet halls that can hold 500 people total in a luxury hotel.

With that many people coming, I think that the possibility of me meeting with Kouki-kun and Kako, who are supposed to be attending is quite low.

I told them to meet me after they were done with their greetings via email, but I guess that the two of them have an incomparable number of greetings compared to me……

We came as a family, but once we were done with the greeting, mother broke away from us.

It seems that she got captured by the other wives of the company directors, and couldn’t leave, and since she seemed like she wouldn’t be done soon, we left. That is the Hell of this world.

Next, Ooba-onii-chan got captured by two executives from Nikuno Ham. Because it’s someone that would be looking after him in his department when he takes the job, it seems that his conversation wouldn’t end any time soon.

And then……

“That’s right, Yuzu, there’s a cake smorgasbord over at the other side. I’ll go get something.”

“Ah, Kotone-onee-chan”

Her back walking away…… that was the last I saw of Kotone this day. Also, her enthusiasm for swimming will definitely intensify tomorrow.

“F-father is on the other side.”

“Excuse me, President Toukaki. There’s a matter that I would like to discuss with the Nikuno Company, I would like to ask of you………”

“”………””

As father was called out by the secretary of the president of Nikuno Ham and walked off, I felt that it was going to be bothersome, so I took a break out on the sofa out in the hallway.

As I emailed Kako, I noticed something approaching.

“Ah, Mob-girl, you were here.”

“*cough*”

There, a cute girl wearing a pink princess dress with a twin tail set in drills pointed at me with an imposing stance.

…… Oh, ah, it’s Matsuri. As always, the only thing cute about her is her face. Her dress taste is on the level of a Showa-era idol.

“For once, you look like a lady. Pupu, what is with that lowborn dress? Well, you’re  Mob-girl after all, so it’s normal to be shoddy.”

“Why are you here, Matsuri?”

“Haa? Are you stupid? There is no party where the heroine’s ‘event’ doesn’t happen. Papa was invited, so I came as his daughter. Papa is fortunate to have such a lovely girl as me.”

“Heeeh”