Rhodes Island's Assist Master

"Look at your luck! Kal'tsit, if this doesn't work out, you might as well find a block of tofu and smash your head against it!"

She hurriedly poured herself a cup of tea, without adding sugar, and gulped it down in a panic. The scalding hot tea made her stick out her tongue. Then she fanned herself haphazardly in front of her to try and feel a little better.

She panicked.

He panicked so much that he completely lost his usual carefree demeanor.

She breathed softly, but her fingers, which were resting on the table, kept twisting.

"Calm down, calm down." She gently bit her lip. "Don't get involved, Warfarin. It's a bottomless whirlpool; if you fall in, you might never climb out!"

"But she seems to be having a breakthrough... sigh." She slapped herself across the face. At least the slight pain dispelled the confusion that shrouded her heart.

"Don't get involved, don't get involved... Just be good friends. Anyway, she won't grow old or die in another hundred years. Maintaining friendship is far better than taking this pointless risk."

She took several deep breaths, finally calming herself down—then she rang the bell on the table.

"Check, please," she said to the waiter who had come to her.

However...

"The red-haired lady has already paid, madam. And..." The waiter picked up a small bunch of crimson cherry blossoms from a plate beside him. "Our shop has a joint promotion with the flower shop next door. And this is a gift from that lady; she's smiling at you, madam. Have a pleasant afternoon."

The waiter placed the cherry blossom in Warfarin's half-petrified hand, bowed slightly, and left. Only the bewildered Sanguinarch Demon was left sitting there, lost in thought.

She felt like the bouquet of flowers in her hand was a bomb about to explode.

She instinctively reached out to throw the bouquet, but as soon as she raised her hand, she froze.

So she gritted her teeth.

"Surtr ..."

"... I think you just want me dead!"

"I hope Warfarin will like it. Hmm... Sanguinarch would probably prefer cherry blossoms. After all, the colors look similar, and it wouldn't be appropriate for me to just give her roses."

On the streets of Chernobog, Miss Surtr reflected on her actions—she had only noticed the flower sale at the shop next door when she stepped outside. Since she had impulsively bought a bouquet of Warfarin, she figured she might as well go back and pay for it.

—Just normal conversation between friends, hmm... maybe I should have given her lilies?

She thought of it, but another bouquet of lilies was already in her hand—she waved to the street beside her, and a drone wobbled over to her side.

"This is for you, Persephone. The scent of flowers will lift your spirits." She placed the bouquet on the drone's mounting bracket, and then watched as the drone slowly flew into the distance.

Is it a little slower than usual because there are too many things to do Persephone is too busy?

She thought of it, but wasn't sure.

Since it's something uncertain, there's no need to overthink it.

She glanced at the time; the clock was pointing to 4:50, a little past that. Dinner time would be fast approaching. And she might still have time to cook a few more slightly more complicated dishes.

—Let's Persephone. I promised her.

—And...should I buy Skadi some clothes while I'm at it? Even though she's not afraid of the cold, I feel a bit neglected that she's wearing those strange pants.

—Perhaps I could sew a set for her by hand?

Chapter 113 - Rhodes Island's Assist King

Since I've decided to sew a set of clothes, I shouldn't delay it for too long.

Unfortunately, I don't know those fashion designers on Rhodes Island yet. I also lack a good grasp of the local clothing styles in Terra.

—But it doesn't matter. I've been a tailor in the dream world a few times before. Even if I can't do everything perfectly, I should be able to handle the simpler designs.

Miss Surtr thought to herself. She knew there were actually two other tailors in Chernobog she could consult—the first being the all-knowing Persephone, and the other being Alina was quite familiar with logistics.

She didn't really want to see Alina —although it's true that you have to take a first confession seriously...that's true, but when the time came, she hesitated—she felt that if she took the initiative, she would inevitably be suspected of stealing someone else's boyfriend. Even if the other person made the first move, it would still be the same.

—Well, Alina is still in quarantine for testing. I shouldn't bother her now... and the same goes for Frostnova and Talulah. Once the Rhodes Island main ship arrives and all the testing procedures are completed, I'll spend some time with them and explain this somewhat messy situation properly.

—Sigh...I can't understand why Alina would fall for me. Not only am I bad with words, but we only spent such a short time together. Perhaps it was just a momentary impulse on her part?

—It's a pity, but this matter still needs to be addressed. My eyes don't lie; there's definitely more than just a platonic girlfriend relationship between her and Talulah. And I don't think Alina seems like the type to try and have her cake and eat it too... It's a bit confusing. It can't be that they both have feelings for me and want to drag me into this whole messy love triangle.

That's a bit too much of a pipe dream. I'd probably only be this popular in my dreams.

After a brief moment of reflection, the young girl decided to make some clothes herself without any outside help. The reason she excluded Persephone was because she planned to sew a suitable winter outfit for Persephone as well.

Hmm... maybe we don't need winter clothes. After all, Persephone is a creature that can ignore both low and high temperatures and stroll across the Arctic tundra in a miniskirt.

—Should we prepare a miniskirt for her? A school uniform, a miniskirt, paired with black... um, white stockings?

—This sounds really promising. Even though I doubt she'd wear it for me. But the thought alone is exciting. It's like the first time I found out that Beryl would design a lace-trimmed miniskirt for Kal'tsit ...

—Tsk, why did I think of Kal'tsit at this time? It feels like reading a hentai manga and finding out the heroine looks like Nanako Koike from next door—so disappointing.

My restless emotions were forcibly calmed down silently.

Miss Surtr gently pressed her hand to her chest, breathing... After careful consideration, she decided to prepare a winter outfit for Kal'tsit as well. Of course, it wouldn't be as overly romantic as the one for Persephone. After all, Persephone might put the clothes away or even wear them out on special occasions. But if it were for Kal'tsit...

... Perhaps there will be some extra textiles in the trash can?

Miss Surtr has come to a regrettable conclusion.

Even more regrettably, she felt the chances of this deduction coming true were almost 100%—while the lynx's foul mouth could be avoided by not interacting with it, its behavior couldn't be controlled in advance. Given Kal'tsit's stern, rigid, and unsmiling personality, she might even receive a harshly worded warning email?

That's quite a possibility.

Miss Surtr shook her head slightly, moved on, and ended her pointless contemplation. She headed towards the nearest fabric retailer she could recall. Soon, she obtained all the raw materials she needed, along with tools such as scissors, rulers, and a sewing machine. She even received the right to use a workshop.

She checked the time and realized that less than ten minutes had passed since she left the tea party. She decided to spend the next two hours completing this task she had set for herself.

She was very confident in her skills and speed.

Meanwhile, in another secret base in Chernobog, known only to Persephone, the purple-haired Maiden Doctor gently tapped the communication lines of the receiver on her forehead. She set a few new commands, then turned her head away.

Not far in front of her, Ludmila, firmly strapped to a complex instrument, watched her quietly. The mask was removed, revealing a pretty face, but with an unexpectedly docile expression.

She was awakened by Persephone five minutes earlier.