Free From the Warlord's Empire by Gakuto Mikumo

shops, but I doubt they’d still be open at this hour. Nagisa doesn’t have any clothes for a party, either, so maybe borrowing something from Natsuki might be our only…”
    “Ms. Minamiya’s Western clothes…you mean…? I don’t think I can wear them, though…”
    Yukina pressed upon her own breasts as she muttered. Certainly, both were small girls, but Natsuki was still significantly smaller than Yukina, both in height and in overall figure.
    “Er, but…”
    “I won’t wear it, but what is it?”
    Kojou, who was about to say there wasn’t much difference between them in breast size, went silent as Yukina glared at him. The glacial atmosphere continued until Kojou and Yukina arrived back at their apartment building. Then…
    “What’s that package?”
    Kojou inclined his head slightly as he noticed a slip with a delivery notice on it. Apparently a package had been delivered to the locker for home deliveries. Though nothing came to mind, Kojou held no special doubts as he opened the locker.
    Inside was a flat, rectangular cardboard box. Considering its size, it wasn’t very heavy.
    But when they saw the name of the sender on the package, both Kojou and Yukina were beside themselves.
    “Lion King Agency?”
    “But…why to senpai’s address?”
    Both of them were in shock at the package from a completely unexpected sender.
    The Lion King Agency was a special agency under the Japanese government for dealing with large-scale sorcerous disasters and terrorism.
    Their having dispatched Yukina to be Kojou’s watcher was also for natural security… In other words, they had judged Kojou’s very existence to be a grave threat on a national scale.
    And yet, such a group had gone out of its way to send something to Kojou. Kojou couldn’t believe it meant anything good.
    Even Yukina, a Sword Shaman of the Lion King Agency, seemed to be in the dark about what it was.
    Kojou and Yukina’s eyes met with sharp looks on their faces, seemingly hardening their resolve before stretching their hands toward the top of the cardboard box. They cautiously peeled the wrapping off, opening the parcel with bated breath.
    Within the box was something meticulously folded, made of thin, glossy fabric. It was clearly made of expensive material. Kojou immediately came to suspect that there was some kind of curse embedded in it. However, Yukina only shook her head in silence. Apparently she did not sense any special danger.
    Kojou spotted a note with fine print in the corner of the package’s box and picked it up. In the meantime, Yukina gently pulled up the fabric by the edge. With a soft rustle, it spread into a skirt with voluminous frills. The rest of what was packed gently fell with a soft patter. It was an slip, complete with cups, and silk underwear.
    “The heck is this…Order-Made Party Dress, Type One? Height a hundred and fifty-six centimeters, B seventy-six, W fifty-five, H seventy-eight, C sixty…to Miss Yukina Himeragi, paid in full…eh?”
    As Kojou read what was written on the note out loud, he suddenly lifted his head, looking at Yukina, who stood right before his eyes.
    Looking from the slip in the grasp of the red-faced Yukina back to the note with mysterious letters and numbers on it, Kojou finally grasped the reason why Yukina’s shoulders were shaking in embarrassment.
    An awkward silence came over the two. Feeling distinctly uncomfortable, Kojou judged that remaining quiet was a poor plan of action. Thinking he ought to console her first, he looked to the chest of her uniform.
    “Err…C, huh? More there than I thought. Mm, I’m impressed.”
    That instant, the air itself seemed to freeze over. The expressionless Yukina’s entire body emitted an incredible surge of bloodlust. Realizing he’d spoken poorly, Kojou stiffened, unable to move, like a corpse in rigor mortis.
    “Is that all you have to say
before I erase your memory
, senpai?”
    With a wobble, Yukina soundlessly rose up, clenching her fists