Morning came.
Eila left to strengthen Ras Vegas's defense forces, and Shaitan and I headed to where the union boss was.
"...You're here?"
The union boss greeted me with a sleepy face. The dark circles under his eyes were so thick they looked like age spots. He clearly looked tired enough to drop dead, but he definitely forced himself up just because I came.
"When did you sleep?"
"...I fell asleep 30 minutes ago."
"...Sorry about that. I'll just grab the item and head back. Did you finish that thing?"
"It's over there. I haven't packaged it yet, but..."
The union boss pointed at the wall. There stood a slime mannequin shaped like a woman's body, wearing the outfit I'd ordered.
"Is that a sweater?"
Shaitan approached with an innocent expression and examined the clothing. Then the moment she saw the back, her face froze.
"Master...?"
"You're going to wear it."
"What?"
