Oriana Thomson was walking on the streets.
She was at a temporary clothes stall that was set up near a large department store. Due to fears of terrorist bombings during Daihaseisai, Academy City had stopped providing locker service. Instead, an item deposit service that 'ensured the goods and kept them manually' was used.
Oriana gave the plastic number card to the receptionist, a young lady, who was revealing a puzzled look, wondering why the painter would be using a cloakroom. In response, Oriana smiled, and told her, "If I don't take care of my own belongings, paint might end up on my purse." The receptionist gave a response, indicating that she understood.
Oriana took the handbag and left the item deposit area.
What was inside the handbag wasn't a purse, but clothes.
Since she didn't have the billboard in her hands, it was too eye-catching for Oriana to disguise herself as a painter. It would be unnatural if she continued to wear the work clothes, and just walk about without doing anything. Also, the second button of her work clothes had come off due to the battle just now. Though the first and third buttons were alright, as her breasts were rather ample, one could see them from the seam.
(…I've used quite a few spells this time. Really, there're quite a few people who I really want to be gentle with again.)
Although Oriana had quite a number of spells at her disposal, there was the limitation of being unable to re-use a spell that had been used before, so she had to pause and think about what could happen after that, and use whatever means to battle. But this time, she had used two 'killer spells' that she had never expected to use, only for the enemy to escape. Though she was satisfied with the excellent results, just thinking about how she was not going to use those spells a second time makes her somewhat lonely.
"Can I consider this as meeting a worthy opponent? Let's change before I think of a countermeasure."
Oriana muttered as she looked around, looking for a place to change her clothes. It was too eye-catching if she entered a building with her painter clothes still on.
(Never mind, I can change at any place I want to.)
Oriana wildly came up with this conclusion as she left the crowded two-way street. After walking into the alley, where no one was around, and put down her handbag. Seemed like she was really intending to change clothes there.
She intended to finish her report as she changed her clothes, so she tore another card, and stuck it to the ground with tape.
A horizontal line of orange words appeared on the dusty surface.
It was a spell that acted as a display of her superior, Lidvia Lorenzetti's voice, and translated her words into text.
"Is this urgent? You keep using different methods to contact me every time. It's troublesome for me when I have to receive these messages."
"Hm. This is the policy of nee-chan, so please be a bit forgiving."
Oriana's words would appear as text on the other side as well.
She unbuttoned the buttons on the front of her top as she explained. Just like this, the clothes bounced outward like a spring. It was not really suited for her anyway.
"I'm trying to tell you that the first phase is complete. This nee-chan is trying to tell you that though there are quite a few troublesome issues, you can relax, since I've already checked the places. I even had the time to walk around."
Oriana broke free from the tight clothing, and puffed out some air to calm herself down. She then took off her top without hesitation. Because she was not wearing a bra, the stripping of her upper body was complete.
"You said that quite a few things happened, what's going on?"
The original paragraph vanished, and a new wall of text appeared on the card horizontally from left to right.
"Hm? Oh, that. I was hit straight in the face by a boy, and the button came off; seems like he saw my breasts. No, I'm certain that he saw them."
"…As a Sister who's supposed to be pure and poor, how can you be so nonchalant about this?"
Another paragraph appeared. This was a spell that reads words and thoughts, and prevented translation errors. Sometimes, it also showed silence.
"Deary me, what's with this contemptuous attitude? Didn't Adam and Eve walk around the world with a leaf over their genitals in the Old Testament? Compared to the global scale of that shameful act, this is nothing."
"…"
Oriana placed her hands on her pants, before realizing that the other party didn't respond. Seeing this silent response on the card, a drop of sweat inadvertently flowed down her face.
"Eh, oh my? Hello, hello? Not again, what are you angry about? Okay, don't cry, don't cry. This nee-chan won't say any jokes about the Bible."
"I'm not crying. Anyway, how are your injuries?"
The long silence vanished, as a new block of text appeared.
"Oh, no big deal."
Oriana said. She took off her shoes, her belt, and pulled down the zipper. As she placed her hands on the edge of her pants, which was revealing a bit of her butt—
"I can't really say that…I'm completely uninjured…my face is a bit swollen, and maybe even my heart may be punched through…"
Suddenly, her body jerked sideways.
Oriana was shaking her head, as if she was trying to prevent herself from falling asleep, as her two hands pulled down the pants. At least she was wearing panties, and as Oriana's legs left the pants, her body was somewhat imbalanced.
"Will it affect the plan?"
"It won't okay? I can tell. Just leave everything to this nee-chan."
Though the other party couldn't see it, she was trying her best to force this smile. Now that she was only wearing panties, she bent her upper body and opened the handbag near her feet to look for a change in clothes. Her movements were abnormally gentle, and her body was so soft that it seemed that she could place her entire palm flat on the ground.
"Un. Now this nee-chan is going to change into her battle clothes. It'll be easier for me to work if I can stop giving the impression of being a worker with my clothes…"
Now which one should I choose? Oriana continued to rummage through the bag. Through the opened zipper, one could see that all her clothes were rather fanciful.
At this moment, a line of incredulous words came from Lidvia.
"What? You're changing clothes?"
"Didn't I tell you already? My button came off, and I nearly exposed my breasts to others, or maybe they might have seen it. I can't wear this as my clothes are damaged. It's just like that."
"…I'm trying to say, why can you be so casual about this?"
It's my personality, okay? Oriana thought as she ignored her, taking out several pieces of clothing from her bag.
"Also, I forgot to take the billboard back when I escaped. When I'm wearing work clothes and yet not holding anything, this nee-chan feels that it's too unnatural."
"…Your meaning?"
"Oh, I remember. The billboard was taken by the enemy."
"…What's going on…"
"Seems like the contents inside were revealed. And the fact that this nee-chan was just running around with garbage should be clear as well."
"Eh, oh my? It's okay. Even if the issue about the 'Stab Sword' is revealed, it won't affect the deal. We won't get disqualified just by getting a demerit point. Also, the actual battle is different from the battle. Even if we get deducted a point for taking advantage, we might even get the victory in the end."
Wearing only a pair of panties, Oriana picked up the bra with her two hands and pulled it near her breasts. She started to calculate the compatibility of the colors and the degree of revealing.
"I'll finish my job, and won't let anyone else affect this deal. No matter who the person is, he won't be able to prevent this dealing from happening. If this deal can bring happiness to everyone, it'll be more reason for me to do this, right?"
This was her last sentence.
She looked at the sky as she said this.
The sky of Academy City was so blue and clear that it was close to signifying peace and leisure, though there were the occasional fireworks being fired.