Chapter 26: Arc 2, - 4: The Thundering Blade
Jotou began scratching the back of her collar, only to be slapped away by a hand, "What?" Jotou whined. In the mirror's reflection she could see behind her, Hotaru zipping up the back of the frilly white and black dress.
"Don't stretch the cloth," Hotaru asked of; it was her dress after all. "You're lucky we share the same size," Hotaru's bag was neatly open on her old bed.
"We don't have to. I can just wear all the sundresses the guild gave me," Jotou remarked as Hotaru shoved a hairpin to keep her blonde bangs back.
"Hey, it's not like we're all enjoying this- Ngh! Don't pull so hard!" Fumeko shouted to the back of her while Asobi was braiding her hair.
Two strands of brown hair were tangled in Asobi fingers—plucked out, "Sorry!" she went back to tying it together.
"Listen, we can go all half-dressed to the guild, sword by our side into battle or whatever else. For this occasion however, it's the Mayor of Kria; as in the ruler of this country.
I know he's not the most formal mayor in Kria's history, but he's been elected so far for two decades and he's formally invited us to his office. I'll be damned if we go looking like street rats," Hotaru moved Jotou out of the way.
Jotou took a glance at herself from behind Hotaru. Her eyes glimmered, admiring how pretty she was even with the light amount of makeup.
"You've never worn makeup, have you?" Fumeko guessed from the expression.
"Only once, when I went to an anime convention. Though, the makeup wasn't traditional."
"A what convention?" Fumeko's eyes narrowed.