Not in an unexpected manner, we were the center of attention. Well, not that I could blame the onlookers, after all, there were two stunning girls sitting side-by-side on a bench within a highly populated mall.
Under normal circumstances, I’d just have basked in the glory of being the center of attentions without needing to do anything, but not today.
I once fought a legion thousands strong, I also ran for twenty days straight non-stop while being chased by a dragon. I once made a bet with Sophie and spent a full month without sleeping on my bed. Yet none of those times did I ever get as tired as I am right now.
“I… Can feel my soul… Leaving me…” I said tiredly while leaning to the side.
It’s just a simple gold and jewels selling interaction. It’s not like I could screw this up that badly if I put my mind into it. Glancing annoyedly at Clarie that was following me closely, I sighed before shaking my head and slapping my cheeks to psyche myself up. Yeah, I can do this.
I stepped forward and opened the door that led to the gold buyer’s building.
“…Wow, this is a lot less shifty than I thought.” I let out surprised, only to receive a slap to the back of my head from Clarie. I gave her a confused gaze that she replied with only a silent and furious stare.
Kyuuun~~! I missed this soooo much. Feeling myself almost melting as Mya gently petted my head, it took me the entirety of my self control to not just go an start wagging my tails out for everyone to see. It felt that good.
Okay, scratch that. Tails are out. At least I could hide them by coiling them around my waist and putting Mya between me and the others customers.
(AN: Okay, brief disclaimer, but even I think that Inari went a bit overboard in this chapter when I re-read it just now. That said, I feel it’s kind of fitting to show how broken and powerful Inari is, as well as how her sense of what’s right and wrong, and what can be called going overboard can be a bit distorted thanks to her years in the other world. That said, next chapter is back to more funny shenanigans.)
Well, I don’t know how to say this but… It seems that I started creating my own little country inside the arcade, and I’m pretty sure that it wasn’t because of the charm because I kept it under tight leashes.
While sitting on the dislodge car game seat that had been put on the main floor, I extended my hand outwards and soon the prime ministe- ermm, no. The manager, Donovan, gave me the small bottle of water, which I gladly took upon and drank in small dosages, moistening my dry throat.
I landed on the rooftop of the mall, where they used it as a garage. Scanning the area briefly, I only saw one small group far away that were leaving from a car. After making sure they hadn’t heard my arrival, I quickly darted over to what looked like a stairway and started making my way down to the insides of the building. Only after making sure I was in a blind-spot of the cameras did I finally remove the invisibility spell from myself.
Since I was alone and didn’t have to bother with looking after Clarie, I decided that there was no need for me to use the presence diminishing spell, as I was more than used to being the center of attention. Besides, I admit being curious about how people would react to seeing my human form in this world.
I sat on the couch while reading through some magazines that I found in Clarie’s bedroom. Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t anything fashion related, and instead had mostly current news about the situation of the city, country and world as a whole. Taking this chance to catch up on news that were more than a thousand years old for me, I waited as she finished preparing herself.
One good and bad thing about having enhanced senses is the fact that I can hear everything, this meant that even though I’m two rooms away from the bathroom with the TV turned on at a high volume, I could still hear the water running from the shower. Knowing full well how embarrassing it is to have someone listening on you while you are taking a shower, I decided to cast a silence spell around the whole room, blocking the sound from outside.
“Who are you and what do you want with us?” I heard my father’s voice as he skidded to a halt before my mother.
Father was a quite unique figure. He was scrawny, like, really thin to the point that he looks a bit sick, the fact that he already is pretty pale doesn’t exactly help him either, as the long black hair made quite the contrast.
Feeling a tinge of nostalgia as I saw him wearing his usual social clothes that he wore when working, I couldn’t help but feel that, as usual, seeing the scrawny looking father of mine holding such a large and dangerous looking knife didn’t exactly match what people would think of him.
Hmm, actually, I don’t think I know that one. Is it new to the collection?