Chapter 42: The Morning After the Fashion War
Rin squealed. It was unrestrained and sounded awfully like the cry of a demon woman who had just received the greatest news of her lifetime.
Don't ask me if I've heard anything familiar before that I am now comparing her squeal to.
"PANTS?!" she shrieked excitedly. "My lady is an absolute demon!"
Hold up a bit. There is no way I am an absolute demon. I'm not even a demon.
"I'm not a demon, Rin," I told her.
"Oh, but you are married to one."
"Engaged, not married. We are to be married," I corrected, but Rin wasn't paying me any mind.
She didn't care that I even corrected her and told her that Zorathys and I were not married yet but were getting married—at least, not if I could help it.
