This is from Volume 2B, pages 417 to 423.
Before he could answer Velazquez’s question, Masazumi grabbed on the idiot’s collar. She thought to give him a talking-to, but as her eyes gazed on the uniform he was wearing,
“Ah, hey, isn’t this mine?! What have you done! What have you done!?”
“Oh yeah, I grabbed your dress in the womens’ waiting room, then I got stripped and then had some tea in there. Well after that, I saw this men’s uniform, so I figured it was mine!”
“Start talking with some sense already!”
“Wait, Toori, did you just say the womens’ waiting room!?”
“Huh? What about that, Asama? I wasn’t looking for your clothes for your criminally huge boobs! But they were just so criminally huge, so to lessen the criminality, I tried them on! Man, there’s this gigaaaaantic space right around the chest!”
Asama loosed an arrow and the idiot smashed right through the wall. As she sighed and wiped the sweat off her brow, everyone turned silent for a moment. Right at the last moment, the leader of the squad of English knights realized something and said,
“Confiscated! That- that bow is confiscated!!”
“Eh?”, said Asama, as she just noticed what she was holding in her hand. She quickly raised her voice in reply,
“Wha-! Since when did I-! Um, you mean this? I uh…”
Asama raised the bow overhead.
“This may look like a bow, but it’s not actually a bow!”
The Fairy Queen nodded and raised her eyebrow at this.
“Well that’s new. If that isn’t a bow, then what could it be?”
Asama broke into a very obvious sweat at this. However,
“It’s uh… Well, uh… If I disassemble it like so, then it becomes a one-stringed guitar, and this becomes a pluck. See? Doesn’t it sound so~o nice?”
A metallic screeching reverberated throughout the room, causing a great many in it to cringe. In that moment, Asama calmly placed the bow back into her skirt. But as the Fairy Queen batted an eyelash,
“To bring such things into a conference hall like this…”
“P- Please wait a moment.”
Masazumi joined in the cover-up.
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As Masazumi bathed indefinitely in the stares of everyone signalling to her “Do something about this, dangit!”
Masazumi thought, Why am I the one always doing this…? Trying to get a fresh start in this conference would be a problem, so she calmly said,
“For shrine maidens, such instruments are vital for performing ceremonies - key items. Look, that idiot is completely unharmed, isn’t he?”
He was unharmed because of the Performer God’s Fool-Ability, but if this excuse slips through, then it’s her win.
However, the Fairy Queen took a good look at the half-naked man, nodded, and said,
“Well then, can you explain that fool’s outfit?”
Ahhh, I totally brought that on myself! Well, no, does that just mean I’ve already gotten too used to it!? Is that it!?
Masazumi gulped, as all sorts of thoughts ran through her mind. “I want to kill myself”, for one; “Let’s just make a run for it”, for another. Though immersed in negative thoughts, her sense of responsibility won out in the end.
Like Asama, she was sweating profusely underneath her uniform.
“This is, um…”
She hesitates as she was thinking of a good excuse.
“… This is, well, I’m sure you’ve seen this in the Testament descriptors too. You know… Clothes that idiots can’t see.”
This was taken from fairy tales and folklore. If this doesn’t work, then I’m going to kill that idiot, and then kill myself is what Masazumi thought as she waited for the Fairy Queen’s response. After exchanging glances with the Vice-chancellor and Vice-president on her left and right,
“Uh… Huh. Is that so?”
It… Worked!? Does this mean taking inspiration from fairy tales actually works in the country of fairies?
Well then, we should go all the way. Masazumi faced Mitotsudaira on the left wall with a smile and said,
“Isn’t that right? The fabric right here is just amazing!”
“Ye- yes, indeed! Umm… Heidi’s shop did have some of it in stock right?”
Guh! “Yes, that’s right, Jud. jud. Idiots can’t see it, so the wholesale was really a mess!”
[・Argenté Loup: “MA! SA! ZU! MI-!”]
[・Marube-Ya: “You too Mito! We’re going to a teahouse after this! No buts!!”]
Quiet you two, I’m on the front lines here. Empathize with me a little.
“Anyway, Mr. Jonson, being in the cultural studies, you can also see the clothes too, riiiiiight?”
“Eh? Ah, yes. Tes. Such an excellent black luster.”
“Oh? But this cloth here is white.”
“Ah- yes, yes indeed! I must have seen it wrongly due to the light!”
This should be enough. They should be feeling a sense of satisfaction right now. Masazumi takes a breath, and then bows lightly at the Fairy Queen.
“There were quite a number of mishaps and misunderstandings, but I assure you that everyone here from the Musashi have deeply considered this situation of having a conference with the queen, and would never do something like bringing in weapo-“
Behind her, came the sound of a heavy object dropping onto the floor.
“What was that?” she thought, as she turned around and looked down on the floor. Beside her, Horizon did the same.
On the floor.
On the red carpet, what had fallen, was Lypē Katáthlipsē.
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”!?”
Upon seeing Masazumi’s change in expression, Asama thought, “People could get this shocked at something?”
However, from this position, no matter how you look at it, an Armament of Deadly Sins <Logismoi Oplo> was rolling on the floor right in front of her.
Seeing as Masazumi was making eye contact, and Horizon tilted her head,
… So… I’m supposed to be doing something about this now!?
Eh? Eeehhhh!? It’s not even my position to be doing this! Why!?
As she thought this, there was some murmuring around her.
“Macchan… Isn’t that…?”
“Mates… Isn’t that…?”
Asama, flustered, picked it up and was flailing it around the air.
But the situation was different; in vain, she was swinging it around, grabbing everyone’s attention.
“Uh…”
She hugged it close to her for no reason; as she did so, she began to sweat terribly again, and said in a panic,
“This? This!? Um… this may look like a Logismoi Oplo, but it’s actually not a Logismoi Oplo!”
“Well that’s new. If- If that isn’t a Logismoi Oplo, then what could it be?”
Thank goodness, the Fairy Queen knows how to play along! Asama thought this from the bottom of her heart, and said,
“This… This is uhh… Right! A dakimakura! Yes, it’s a dakimakura! See? Look, you can rest your head on it like thi- Hey, this is a blade isn’t it!? That was close!”
Silence.
It hurts! This silence is just unbearably painful!
In any case, now that it’s come to this, it’s life or death; I have to do this now, Asama thought, as she smiled in despair.
“Well, this looks rather boring doesn’t it! Why don’t I do a little magic trick!?”
The moment she said this, she made sure to throw it into the pocket dimension, and faced the TRUMPS holding out both her tightly closed hands.
“Now! Which hand did I hide the dakimakura in!?”
Uhh…, the TRUMPS all averted their glances and muttered to themselves. Though they were all looking down, they glanced at who would be the sacrificial lamb to answer. After a long while, Howard sighed and said,
“Um… You put it in the pocket dimension behind-“
“Which hand is it, I wonder!?”
With a loud voice, the shrine maiden, who every single day had read out Shinto prayers, brought Howard to resignation. He hung his head and pointed,
“… Right.”
“Right!? Did you say right!? Oh, I’m sorry, it’s not in the right hand! Oh, well, it’s not in the left hand either! Where could it be!? Oh, oh my! Wow, right from my busom, is this a Maus? Oh my, oh my! The dakimakura changed into a Maus! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! What do you think!?”
『A- Applause, applause…!』
Sparse applause.
[・Argenté Loup: “How pitiful…”]
[・Gold Mar: “Yeah, and this is a national broadcast, so it’s just really sad.”]
[・Flat Retainer: “Such a cruel fate, even for someone who isn’t in that kind of position.”]
[・Asama: “Who- Whose fault is it huh!? Whose fault is it!!”]
As Asama thought Whose fault is all of this?,
“Hey, hey, Musashi. Let’s not get too fired up here. Care to answer my question now?”
That’s right, she thought, he would ask a question. One very important to the Musashi:
“Are you going to start a war to save Mary, just like you did to save Lady Horizon?”