Isekai Trip no Wakiyaku datta Ken

"Ayame, the carriage is ready. We're going to a reputable restaurant in Ekru."

Mr. Zeralk smiled and reached out to me to fill his body neatly on the couch.

He also takes a bath, strokes his dark blue salad hair properly, and dresses appropriately in that capacity rather than in a travel outfit. Mr. Zelalk, a luxurious looking garment with a similar design to that of a knight, is very cool, and as a prince, he is handsome and sure that the women can be seen by surprise.

But with intense mental fatigue I saw Mr. Zelalk powerless.

"... in this outfit after all?

Mr. Zelalk's finger, who lost his way, said, "Beautiful hair. It suits Ayame well," he said, sweetly entertaining my hair.

"Yeah? What if you don't like those clothes? It suits my eyes well and looks like an angel... well, isn't it enough for Ayame if it isn't a better quality gem! Come on, if this was Graciad, we could have got more stuff together!

I put my hand on my forehead and shook my head in remorse, and Mr. Zelalk said, "I'm sorry, Ayame! I can't satisfy you, impudent. Forgive me!," he groaned.

"It's a mess!

Shit. I said too much, and Chow Chow barked at me in my head.

The opposite is true - these clothes are too luxurious for me to feel dull.

I sighed without strength.

Why did this happen?

Madame Bershka, a merchant's book, chose my garment from top to bottom, while I was stunned, knowing that Mr. Zelalk was His Highness the Third Prince of the Graciad Country, and there was a storm in his heart.

Madame Bershka, who strives for perfection, devoted herself to tailoring me to "the naughty prince of an exotic nobleman" who stands next to "The Fierce Eagle of Graciad".

Having taken a bath on the room, refreshed and then put on my new underwear, I was plucked out of my dare (throat) by the clothes on display throughout the room and decided to do the "ko... this is me? (crying)" in front of the mirror in a different way from my hope.

Madam picked it up for me while I was in the bath, wearing armoury like underwear that covered my chest, my chest, which was originally unfortunate to exist, became even thinner in presence and stunningly invisible to women...... mindless.

Beauty, it will depend on my personal taste, but I am a growing and developing boy no matter how I look in the mirror.

In this world, women seem to have a lot of bodily shapes, bozos, bozos, and I asked Mityl that children grow extremely fast, unlike the planet.

Michiru can be seen by middle school students when he is bad in Japan, but he is seen by elementary school students. So it seems to me that even if I am 15 years old as Mr. Zeralk told me, even if I exaggerate, I certainly look like a minor, because I am taller than Mityl because I am tall but on a smaller level when I think I am a man.

The gatekeeper gave me candy, but that's because Mr. Zeralk was holding me!

Looks like a high school boy, with 25 OLs in it, that's who I am today.

Said Madame Bershka, who weeps softly in front of me in the mirror, why.

"You won't even be out today, so please call this one. Travel costumes and dressing are available separately, but we also need a few pairs of everyday clothes like this one"

"Hey, fancy blouses dressed for a trip, with one lined up in bed and frills and laces?

"Yes, the design is too simple for the noble one, but the emphasis is on ease of movement, and this is about it...... sorry"

"No, no, no, it's not simple at all! I just think you're misdefining simplicity!

I expected denim level stuff from my T-shirt!

And I scream again when Madame spreads the clothes in her hand to show them.

"Wait, wait, wait, that's the one I'm wearing today!? But it comes with gems!? You said everyday!? Why are the gems so attached and sparkling!? It's night club clothes!?"

Madame chose a jacket that cut out the night sky with purple jewels and diamond-like stones scattered all over the fabric of the velcro and matching pants.

Under his jacket, he wears a white frizzy blouse in silky fabric.

The blouse is made of jewels!

Hey, if I wear this, I won't be a mirror ball person!?

"Well, this isn't for a little dinner, is it? Zeralk, what are you..."

"Yes, Mr. Zelalk is a prince! You're going to have dinner with the prince! I see, if you don't plant gems in your clothes, I won't match you!

Oh, oh, Mr. Zeralk was a vain, stately zombie!

It takes a lot of planting for Japanese civilians to line up beside each other, right?

I wear my blouse exactly as Madam instructed, skinny but not pitchy pants (I can afford a kick out! Here, important!) I wore them and put on my boots.

Brown hair washed in the bath and brushed with hair oil falls on her back. I've been tying it up properly for a long time, but this is how I take care of it makes it glossy.

We have women's power here, don't we? You know what?

But when you look in the mirror in your sparkling jacket in the night sky, that's where you see it.

"Ayame, you look great."

"... this is me?

It is different from the direction I seek, but it certainly suits me.

But.

"Whoever sees it will find it in your noble and rare little boy! All the princesses who have seen Ayame will undoubtedly stand before the charm of Ayame!

"Ugh..."

I'm not very happy, if I say so, is it punishment?

When I finished dressing and left the bedroom, Mr. Zelalk was sitting in the bathroom, apparently dressed after all. The assistant-like women Madame brought in were also unpacking.

Wow, that's cool, Mr. Zelalk with blue pants on his white shirt!

Sleek, tall, muscular, but not too gothy. I have a tight body, so simple outfits look good and nice...... so simple clothes, you have them in this world!

"I wear a shirt like that too...?

"Ah, ayame!

Mr. Zelalk stood up momentously and looked like an asshole with a pompous mouth open.

The women of the assistants also stop their hands and look at me.

"Ayame... is it..."

"What's going on?

Tilting his neck, Mr. Zeralk covered his face with one hand and said, "Ugh!" and I turned to the side with a strange voice.

"Uh, maybe there's something wrong with these clothes? I thought I was a little flashy, too."

"Wonderful! Are you an angel?!?"

"Yes?"

"Originally she said she was cute, but she was dressed like that, with her hair down, an angel? What does God want me to do, build my spiritual strength?

Mr. Zeralk grumbled at what could not be translated as a bump by himself and glanced at this one and turned bright red.

"Damn, this is too dangerous!

"Mr. Zeralk...... what's wrong?

When I saw the suspicious Mr. Zelalk as to what the hell was going on, the women looked at me like that hot.

"Hey, sweetie"

"Where was the prince?"

"Damn, this is eye blessing, I can't stop feeling neutral."

"I have a demonic charm, my breasts are pounding"

Hiccups. He talks in a small voice, holding his cheeks and chest down.

I saw the women of my assistants.

"Um."

"Ahhhhhhhh!

I got a yellow scream I'm used to hearing.

And I was taken by Mr. Zelalk, and there was a staircase that leads out of the best room of the inn and downstairs. In the evening, the inn is mixed.

That, Mr. Zelalk, why are you doing my escort?

Even though I am a 'boy'.

"Hands..."

I tried to pull it out, but Mr. Zelarc wouldn't let me go, so I spoke to him, and when he laughed at me, he said, "Do you want me to hold you? I asked," I probably shook my head.

I have no idea the customs of this world!

And I felt my gaze again.

"... the prince of what country?

"You're beautiful."

"Well, adorable! Are you traveling with patience?

Hiccup hiccup.

Oh, my God, this is...

Mr. Zelalk, Prince of the Graciad Country, draws my hand, so it is misunderstood!

And I knew these clothes were too luxurious!

Wow, I can't resist. Hey, yeah, yeah!

"Zeralk..."

I walked up the stairs and looked up at Mr. Zelalk with a troubled face, and he shoved his face against my chest and held me tight!

"Shit, did you have to wear hooded clothes?!?"

"To?"

"I'm the only one who can look at Ayame!

"What?"

"Everyone is guilty of disrespect for not hesitating to see a cute ayame without my permission. Oops!

Then I heard a beating, and Mr. Zelalk's words stopped.

"Calm down!... Oh, ayame, you're totally adorable! Zelalk, if you wore so many ayames, you'd have decided to get noticed! Use your head a little more!

"Yes, no, I..."

"This is Zelalk's own fault. And Ayame, whatever he looks like, is a 25-year-old man! You know what?

"I know that, but..."

"But nothing! No overprotections! Men! 25 men! Say it a hundred times a day!

No, you know, it's really a girl.

"... get in the carriage anyway. Graciad's third prince holds the beautiful boy in his crowd's eye and intimidates the ones around him or something. Things will have to roll for the worse."

Sighing Keel led me to the carriage.