Noticing Lin Chen's rather heated gaze.
The girl with long pink hair cascading over her shoulders.
Curled her cherry-pink lips slightly, revealing a somewhat smug smile.
Although the war of love had ended.
And Asta and March 7th were back at the same starting line.
Asta had never stopped trying to win Lin Chen's affection.
If she wanted to become his favored princess.
She would have to put in a little more effort.
"Hey... Lin Chen, you jerk, have you had your fill of staring yet?"
Accompanied by those mildly complaining words.
From behind Asta.
The Nameless girl took slow steps toward Lin Chen on her long, slender legs.
Holding a fluffy, snow-white pillow in both hands.
March 7th bent slightly at the waist.
Her every movement had its own allure, drawing Lin Chen's gaze.
If Asta drew Lin Chen's attention by reducing her clothing to the bare minimum.
Then March 7th had taken an entirely unconventional approach.
What March 7th was wearing at that moment.
Was actually her most ordinary outfit aboard the Astral Express.
However... it seemed to have received some special treatment, making this a battle-damaged version.
Her fitted white shirt was torn.
Through the tattered strands of fabric, tantalizing glimpses lay exposed.
Her once exquisite aqua-blue pleated skirt.
Had also been reduced to...
Her over-the-knee black stockings likewise suited March 7th's usual style.
The torn black stockings contrasted with the snow-white skin of her thighs.
Giving Lin Chen a distinctly different visual thrill.
"Like what you see?"
Sensing Lin Chen's attention.
The Nameless girl curled her lips slightly, revealing a smug smile.
Asta might have been a shrewd schemer.
But after all her diligent studying, she was no pushover either.
"Mm..."
Lin Chen nodded silently, offering no objection.
March 7th really was exceptionally alluring at that