Unfortunately, that was the downside of being separated by a screen—so many things they wanted to convey simply couldn't get across.
This was an unreachable love.
There was nothing to be done about it; that was just how filming worked. The camera always moved on. Besides, the camera added three pounds.
While grumbling inwardly, Irena moved closer to the gown.
This was not a dress belonging to the Gold Princess or the Silver Princess, but one Islo had made for Irena.
"Amazing, you even knew my measurements?" Irena asked in surprise.
"Mm... because it has to fit perfectly for the effect to work," Islo said.
"Then shall we try it on?" Reines also leaned in.
Since things had come to this, they might as well see how Irena looked after changing.
"This... mystic dress can draw out... beauty itself... from within the body. I can feel... that kind of beauty."
Among everyone in the entire Iselma Family, only this obscure little tailor had truly discovered Irena's "beauty."
Irena waited here to change, but the stage clearly did not offer the audience that particular benefit. The scene shifted to Lord El-Melloi II's side.
Now that they had determined the enemy's situation, what came next was the "final battle."
"...You've got to be kidding me."
Yet when Lord El-Melloi II, who had been scouting ahead, saw the mirroring in the distance, he was stunned as well.
Mao's location was actually easy to find.
The man was in the forest.
It was an open patch of land. Amid the dense primeval forest, only that place looked like a separate space.
"A spring..." Lord El-Melloi II murmured.
Judging from the spring water continuously gushing forth, this was undoubtedly a special place.
"What's special about it?" Aozaki Touko was nearby as well. She seemed rather