Somehow, his utterly untroubled chuckle gave her tremendous reassurance, easing the tension that had nearly risen from her stomach.
Then, the very next second, Yota saw Fang Ran pounce at him with shining eyes!
"(￥Д￥) Let's search the nearby criminal organizations first! Before we make our escape tonight, we'll sweep up all their dirty money!"
"Didn't I tell you that won't work?!"
Looking at Fang Ran as he was now, Osphia suddenly felt the same helplessness as someone who usually took care of him. Rubbing one temple, she frowned and sighed.
"I'm sorry to interrupt before you've had a chance to relax."
Then she took out a formal black suit. Her sapphire-blue eyes looked at Fang Ran as she spoke calmly.
"Try this on first. I roughly chose the size based on your build, but I'm not sure whether it will fit."
Stopping her shaking of Yota, Fang Ran looked at the suit the tall, elegant blonde handed him. It seemed to be the first time a girl had ever bought him clothes.
That feeling of being a successful guy with a girlfriend made him freeze slightly.
Then, the next second, he abruptly realized a problem.
"Wait, these clothes... You want me to actually disguise myself as a guest and infiltrate the ball!?"
Fang Ran—who had always thought this would be a spy-style infiltration—felt like he had discovered the key point.
"What else? The best place to get close to Klaeshon is obviously the ballroom. What are you saying that makes no sense?"
Puzzled that he had apparently failed to realize from the start that he would be posing as a guest to infiltrate the ball, Osphia frowned slightly, unable to understand why he had such a misunderstanding.
"N-no, I might not be able to do this."
"What do you