“That’s right. For commoners to lay hands on aristocrats is a grave offense, isn’t it? However, since they initiated the aggression, their punishment might be somewhat mitigated… is that how it goes?”
Josette said, posing a thinking gesture with her hand on her chin.
“Are we still going to be caught?”
“If we think normally, then yes.”
“I’m sorry… for my sake, everyone has been put in such a difficult situation…”
As Patty asked, Josette replied. Kent said regretfully,
“It’s all right. The person there lost consciousness from the first blow, so they wouldn’t have had time to understand who did it.”
The first blow was dealt by Emily. Moreover, Al said that the opponent didn’t notice them closing the distance, so even though they were attacked, the opponent didn’t understand who the attacker was.
“If they don’t know who did it, and we insist we don’t know, then they won’t be able to identify and arrest the culprit. So, what should we do about this?”
Josette pointed at Marc, who was rolling on the floor, and said. Marc was covered in blood, and his arms and legs were bent at strange angles.
“More importantly, is he alive? Could he be dead?”
Kent said worriedly.
“As expected of Master. You worry even about those who show hostility. I don’t think we can just leave him like this, so let’s have Emily heal him. So, please handle it.”
“It can’t be helped… Hmph. This should do it.”
Al gave Emily instructions, and Emily used recovery magic to heal Marc’s injuries.
“That’s amazing. Emily’s recovery magic can even fix someone this battered.”
Rachel said with admiration as her contorted limbs returned to normal and her wounds healed.
“First, we need to wipe off the dirt from his body. Everyone, help me undress him.”
Following Marie’s instructions, everyone cooperated to start undressing Marc, whose clothes were in tatters.
“Marie, I don’t think we need to undress him down to his underwear…”
“Oh, my mistake. I undressed him completely out of habit.”
All the women had finished undressing Marc, and were observing their naked bodies.
“It’s small.”
“It’s cute.”
“Oh wow, it’s like this here.”
“IT’S SMAAAAAALL.”
“Why are you all observing so calmly?”
They didn’t know what they were observing, but the women were giving their respective impressions. Then, they carefully wiped his body, removing the blood and dirt that had adhered to it. Although he was unconscious and couldn’t know, having his body wiped by many women was, in a sense, an enviable sight.
“Well, we’ve cleaned him up, but it’s not good to put these tattered clothes back on him, is it?”
“If that’s the case, I have something good. Wait a moment.”
Josette said, picking up Marc’s tattered clothes as if they were dirty. Rachel seemed to have an idea and went back to her room.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
A little later, Rachel came down with replacement clothes.
“What are these clothes?”
“I actually made them for Older Brother, but they might be a bit small, though I think they’ll probably fit.”
Saying so, Rachel brought out neatly folded clothes.
“Hey, Rachel… are these…?”
Kent said, unfolding the clothes Rachel had brought.
“A uniform for Older Brother.”
“By all appearances, this is the women’s uniform for this shop.”
“Eh? I just made it on impulse, thinking it might suit Older Brother.”
The clothes Rachel brought were maid-style uniforms, the kind worn by the female employees of the shop.
“You had clothes for Kent-san too? I really want to see him wear them.”
“Caro, you think so too, right?”
“They seem like they’d suit Kent-san.”
“Marie, you think so too, right?”
Caro and Marie said, imagining Kent wearing the clothes, and Rachel replied happily.
“I’m not going to wear them.”
” “Ehhhhh?” ”
When Kent said that, Caro and Marie looked very disappointed.
“Well, we don’t have anything else to put on him, so let’s just dress him.”
At Josette’s word, everyone started dressing Marc. They dressed him in everything, including garter belts, shoes, and a headband.
“Pufufu, they suit him. We should take a photo here.”
Josette took out her smartphone and started taking pictures.
“I see, so this is how you use it.”
Patty also started taking pictures with her smartphone. Those who saw her also took out their smartphones and started taking pictures.
“Oh dear, poor thing.”
Kent felt sorry for Marc, who was being photographed while dressed in the maid uniform.
“We’ve enjoyed the photo session, now we have to dispose of this.”
Josette said after finishing her photo session.
“I’ll take care of… disposing of this.”
Al said so, and took Marc away on a handcart.
After Al left the shop, Catherine changed the sign from [Busy] to [Open] and resumed business.
Al walked through the town pulling a large handcart with his small body.
“Heave ho, heave ho.”
Although he appeared to be working hard with his mouth and actions, he was actually moving it with magic, so he wasn’t using any strength. He was just pretending. The townspeople watched with admiration as a small child carried a large load. Marc was in the cargo, but a sheet was covering him so he couldn’t be seen. Al carried him openly without arousing suspicion from those around him.
Al arrived at the aristocratic residential area.
“Excuse me.”
“What is it, little lady?”
Al spoke to a middle-aged woman who happened to be passing by.
“I think the Knight Commander’s mansion is around here. I came to deliver something, but I’m lost and don’t know where it is.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. The Knight Commander’s mansion is that large building over there. You’re working hard for one so small. Keep up the good work.”
“Thank you.”
Since he was able to find out the destination without any suspicion, Al headed for the Knight Commander’s mansion.
“Excuse me, I have a delivery.”
“Huh? What is it? This isn’t a place for someone like you, young lady.”
Al ignored the gatekeeper and unloaded what was on the handcart.
“Hey, don’t just unload the luggage!”
“I delivered it, indeed.”
“Hey, there’s no one here!”
After unloading Marc, Al used illusion magic to hide himself and the handcart, and left openly without being noticed by the gatekeeper.
The gatekeeper looked suspiciously at the object wrapped in a sheet placed at the gate.
“This thing is moving!”
The gatekeepers gathered around the suddenly moving object, drew their swords, and took a stance.
“Where is this?”
“M-Master Marc! What happened to you dressed like this!”
The gatekeepers were surprised to see Marc emerge from the sheet, but they were even more surprised by his attire.
“What, this is in front of my mansion? Still, my feet feel cold, what the heck!”
He realized he was wearing women’s clothing (or rather, Kent’s clothes, so men’s?) and let out a surprised cry.
“Damn it, Kent, this humiliation, I’ll never forgive you.”
Kent was more of a victim and completely uninvolved, but Marc resented Kent.
