I'm Good Friends with the President of This Trading Company (5.2K) (continued)

"Well, in terms of development alone, there's nothing wrong with it. But Miss Alexia, have you considered your age? This style might not suit your age. In a few years, this style would better highlight your femininity, don't you think?"

"... Well, I've considered that too..."

Alexia's gaze drifted, and she gradually released her grip on the T-back.

Actually, it wasn't that she specifically wanted to pick that one.

However, her rebellious nature prevented her from completely following the path arranged by her sister Alice, just like her arranged fiancé Jeno Geno, whom she disliked!

Incidentally, it's also about craving a sense of belonging.

Mahiro also noticed this.

Taking advantage of a moment when Alexia slightly relented, he said to the shop assistant beside him:

"Could you please pick out a few suitable items for Miss Alexia? Just put the bill on my tab."

"Okay, no problem, Mahiro."

The shop assistant gave him a slight bow, then turned back to the counter to help Akolecia choose something.

His actions left the two princesses completely stunned.

"Wait... wait a minute, isn't this a bit inappropriate?!"

Alexia's face immediately turned red, and even her voice became stammering.

Was it someone I just met, or even a teacher from the college, who gave me underwear as a gift?

Isn't this development a bit subtle?

This is something even Jeno Gullif has never done before!

And how did you manage to do it so naturally?!

Alexia suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of shame.

Princess Alice, standing to the side, wholeheartedly agreed, though she was too shocked to speak.

Having handled countless official duties for the Knights over the years, what kind of situation hadn't she seen?

Sorry, she's never seen anything like this before.

But seeing her younger sister give in, her feelings became subtly complicated...

Alexia knew very well just how willful she was, but she never expected that a man she had just met would so easily defuse her.

"It's alright, don't mention it. Consider this a gift for our first meeting."

After offering three consecutive gifts, Mahiro pulled Claire away and quickly left, heading deeper into the shop.

Only after completely getting rid of the two sisters did Mahiro finally breathe a heavy sigh of relief.

That's definitely a bit exciting...

"Teacher, are you familiar with the shop assistants here?"

Claire, who had been silent all along, was now scrutinizing him with her scarlet eyes, her sharp gaze seemingly trying to see right through him.

The way they address each other as "Mahiro" suggests their relationship is anything but ordinary, right?

"Well, I'm not exactly familiar with the shop assistants, but I'm quite familiar with the president of the Arcadia Trading Company Guild," Mahiro said casually.

"Liar."

She had never seen Mahiro come to the Arcadia Trading Company.

Moreover, judging from his appearance, this should be his first time here, so how could he possibly be familiar with the president here?

"Just a heads-up, teacher. This is the VIP area; the items here are very expensive. A single piece can easily cost hundreds of thousands of Zeni."

"It's alright, if you like them, I'll give you a few too."

Even so, Mahiro couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

Is this thing really that profitable?

Are there really so many people buying a Zeni that costs hundreds of thousands?

As for Claire, she was already happily making her selections. Although her smile wasn't very obvious, it was still discernible from her expression.

Soon, she had a black one, a purple one, and a red one in her hand.

As she passed him on her way to the locker room, she muttered to herself:

"My teacher said back then that black wasn't suitable for my age, but it should be fine now, right?"

Yotsuba Mahiro: "..."

Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but chuckle.

I didn't expect Claire to be so vengeful; she's held a grudge over just a casual remark.

However, it must be said that Claire does indeed listen to his teachings, even if she outwardly appears unconvinced.

At the very least, ever since he said that, Claire has switched from black to white, and she has never lifted her legs high again when wearing a skirt.

Soon, the rustling sounds of changing clothes could be heard from the dressing room. Through the gap below the curtain, coats, shirts, and skirts fell one by one.

Yotsuba Mahiro: "..."

Should I get away from here?

I felt like if I stayed any longer, the women around me would start to think I was a pervert.

Just as he was thinking about where to go for a while, he was suddenly approached by a shop assistant.

"Sir, you seem to be quite troubled. We have a private VIP lounge available here; would you like to rest there for a while?"

She has dark brown hair and eyes of the same color, and her face looks elegant and classy; she is a high-caliber beauty.

Wearing a uniform, it was an elegant indigo-colored jumpsuit embroidered with the Arcadia Trading Company logo.

Her appropriate and elegant attire, along with her polite manners, demonstrated a level of professionalism that was in no way inferior to the flight attendants I had seen in my previous life.

"Me?" Mahiro asked curiously, pointing to himself.

"Yes, after that lady finishes selecting her items, I will take her to the VIP room to find you, so don't worry."

The shop assistant's tone was very sincere, but when they met eyes, Mahiro sensed something else and immediately understood.

"Then lead the way."

"Okay, please follow me."

After saying that, the shop assistant led the way.

He followed behind.

The direction led deeper into the VIP area, but the passage was through a door reserved for staff.

Beyond the door was a bright and wide corridor covered with a red carpet, at the end of which stood a beautifully carved gate.

Just one glance is enough to make you exclaim, "Wow, that's really exaggerated!"

Two beautiful women stood like guardian deities on either side of the gate. After bowing to him, they slowly opened the gate.

This space is arguably too large for a single person's lounge.

The room was spacious enough to host a small party.

On the table in the center, a variety of desserts were prepared, and the poured black tea still exuded a warm aroma.

On the sofa opposite, sat a beautiful elf with long blue hair.

Wearing a glamorous black dress, she had a model-like figure and a beautiful and elegant appearance, especially the mole on her lip, which added a touch of charm to her allure.

The moment the elf saw Mahiro enter, he immediately stood up and knelt on one knee in front of him.

"I have been waiting for your arrival for a long time, my lord."

"Long time no see, Gamma. You seem to be doing well."

"It's all thanks to you."

Gamma looked up and smiled at him.

It differs from the pristine beauty of the Alpha.

Gamma possesses a face that exudes wisdom, and deep blue eyes that radiate an intellectual air.

One glance is enough to tell that she remains as elegant and wise as ever.

But as for its shortcomings, they remain the same as always...

"My lord, it has been so long since we last met, I have missed you terribly..."

Gamma stood up, tears glistening in her eyes, and walked towards Mahiro with the elegant strides of a model.

She walked in with a seductive sway of her hips, her high heels clicking crisply with each step.

But the next second, her left foot suddenly tripped over her right heel.

"Pah!"

I tripped and fell on extremely flat ground.

"These... these shoes are too high."

Then she blamed her high heels.

"Are you alright?" Mahiro asked with concern.

"It's... it's okay."

Gamma struggled to her feet, gave him a reassuring smile, and said casually.

But a trickle of bright red blood had already flowed from his nose.

The waiters around her swiftly stepped forward to change her into a pair of low-heeled shoes and quickly wiped away the blood from her nose.

"Well..."

Even if Mahiro it, they couldn't help but sigh.

That's just how Gamma is.

She has a brilliant mind, and her magical abilities are unexpectedly powerful.

But the only downside is... I have practically no motor skills; I'll trip and fall even when walking on flat ground.

Incidentally, their combat ability is basically zero; their fighting style is purely about throwing bricks with tremendous force.

It could be said that Gamma was one of only two people in the entire Shadow Garden who he couldn't teach.

This made him fully understand that no matter how smart he is, it's all for nothing if he doesn't invest in combat talent.

As for the other one who can't be taught, that's Delta. He fights purely out of animal instinct, and no amount of teaching will help.

There's a reason why Zeta calls him a stupid dog.

"Then... my lord, please come this way."

Gamma, her cheeks flushed, invited him to sit down.

Mahiro picked up the black tea on the table, took a sip, and then picked up a macaron and ate it.

"As expected of you, Gamma. The Chamber of Commerce is doing a great job," Mahiro praised, his words slightly slurred.

"No, it is all thanks to your grace. Without you, Mahiro, I would not have been able to reproduce these products with my meager strength."

A hint of reminiscence appeared in Gamma's beautiful eyes.

She still remembered how weak she had once been. Although she held the third seat among the Seven Shadows, it was only because she was the third to join.

In reality, her skills are absolutely bottom-tier.

Every time she got a beating from Delta during training, she would whine and beg Mahiro to tell her about the new and exciting things.

Over time, Gamma kept these things in her heart, hoping that one day she could recreate them for Mahiro and prove her worth.

As it turns out, she did a very good job.

So Mahiro ended their mutual flattery and asked directly:

"Gamma, you specifically had someone lead me here, is there something important?"