"Pfft—!"
William had just picked up his teacup and taken a sip when he spat it out upon hearing that, coughing repeatedly.
Ignoring his loss of composure, he stared wide-eyed at Fenrir.
"One point three meters?! Fenrir, are you sure? The Boss's true form is dozens of meters..."
"Absolutely certain."
Fenrir nodded affirmatively, a hint of disbelief on his face as well.
"And... the Boss is female, so we need to prepare women's clothing."
William was completely dazed.
Fe... female? One point three meters? Isn't that just a little loli?!
And a legal loli at that!
The image of the Boss's majestic and unpredictable presence in William's mind instantly shattered, replaced by all sorts of chaotic guesses.
Could the Boss's talent be related to age? Or was this some kind of special disguise?
As for her appearance, Fenrir didn't go into detail, only saying vaguely.
"You'll know when you see her."
But the fleeting, indescribable, complex look in his eyes made William even more curious and gave him a faint premonition.
Regardless, the clothes had to be prepared first.
He personally went to a clothing store in the base run by a former tailor.
The owner was a woman in her thirties named Aimusa. She had awakened an A-rank lifestyle talent—[Exquisite Weaving], possessing a talent for textiles and superb craftsmanship. Many of the high-ranking members of Apocalypse had their custom combat suits made by her.
Although she didn't have much combat power, her importance to Apocalypse was self-evident, given such a powerful life-support talent.
Apocalypse would naturally protect her well, providing her with equipment that ensured she could clear every movie world.
"A girl who's one point three meters? Is she a child from a relative's family?"
Aimusa asked warmly.
William gave a vague response, his mind racing with ideas.
What would the Boss's human form look like? A majestic little loli? A cute little loli? Or a domineering loli of the big sister type?
By some strange twist of fate, William's gaze fell upon a dress hanging on a display rack.
It was a black and red Gothic dress. The main body was a deep black, while the lining and some decorations were dark red.
The hem was designed with multiple layers of lace and satin, intricate and complex without appearing cumbersome. The neckline and cuffs were adorned with small, dark metal decorations.
The overall style carried a hint of mystery and classicism, while also taking ease of movement into account.
Although the hem was puffy, the length was moderate.
It seemed... somewhat suitable?
William couldn't imagine the Boss's specific appearance, but he felt that this style, which had a bit of an aura yet remained exquisite, might fit a powerhouse's aesthetic.
At least it looked much more formal than ordinary children's clothes.
If he really dared to bring a piece of children's clothing to the Boss... well, his time as her spokesperson would likely be over.
William bought the dress, along with a pair of small black boots and the necessary undergarments.
Then, with a feeling bordering on trepidation, he left Apocalypse.
After a period of trekking, William arrived at the back mountain of Apocalypse, the location of the Cave where Lilith was.
When he actually saw the figure standing quietly at the Cave entrance, even with Fenrir's preparation, he still froze in place, his mind going blank for several seconds.
Snow-white long hair reached almost to her ankles, flowing with a soft shimmer in the dim light.
A small face as exquisite as a porcelain doll's, with ruby-like eyes that were cold and clear.
Massive silver-white Bat Wings wrapped around her, like a cloak woven from holiness and eeriness.
Cute.
This was the uncontrollable word that first rushed into his mind.
Immediately following was a sense of dizziness brought on by the extreme contrast.
Was this little girl before him, who looked like she should be held in the palm of one's hand and protected, really the same existence as that killing machine in his memory that seemed capable of tearing the sky apart?
William's CPU almost overloaded.
All his previous mental images were smashed to pieces at this moment.
Reality was ten thousand times more absurd than his boldest imagination.
No wonder, no wonder the Boss never showed herself in human form.
William understood everything in an instant. Before obtaining absolute power sufficient for self-preservation, an appearance like this in the danger-filled Main God Game was practically a walking disaster magnet.
She would either be looked down upon or attract even more troublesome covetousness.
But in the next second, those cold eyes swept over him indifferently.
There was no threat, no killing intent, only a pure, condescending scrutiny.
It was as if what stood there was not a little girl, but an existence that had experienced countless cycles of life and stood at the top of the food chain.
William snapped back to his senses instantly, a layer of fine sweat breaking out on his back.
All thoughts of cuteness and protection were crushed to dust, replaced by an instinctive awe.
He understood the complex look in Fenrir's eyes.
Beneath this highly deceptive appearance was absolute power sufficient to crush steel and devour life.
"Boss."
William quickly composed himself and respectfully presented the clothes with both hands.
"These were prepared for you."
Lilith's gaze fell on the exquisite bag, and she nodded slightly.
She took the bag, her voice flat.
"Wait outside."
William immediately bowed and retreated some distance, turning his back to the Cave entrance and looking straight ahead.
Lilith carried the bag back to a slightly deeper part of the Cave.
She folded the Bat Wings behind her back, revealing her perfect, petite body.
She looked at the complex set of clothes in her hands, her brow furrowing imperceptibly.
She opened the packaging and shook out the dress.
Layers upon layers of fabric, intricate laces, and decorations she didn't recognize called lace and ribbons.
Lilith studied them in silence for several minutes.
As a male in his previous life, his clothing had always been primarily simple and comfortable; shirts and casual pants were the norm, and even jeans were considered a hassle.
In this life as a bat, now having to wear a dress—and such a structurally complex one at that—was an experience he had never had before.
After several attempts, Lilith finally managed to pull the dress on.
The moment the soft silk lining touched her skin, a strange and unfamiliar slippery sensation came over her, making Lilith's body stiffen slightly.
Unlike the hard coldness of Bone Armor or the smooth warmth of fur, this was a delicate, skin-friendly feeling, carrying a cool silkiness that was comfortable and breathable.
Lilith fumbled with the laces on the back, trying to pull them tight and tie them.
Her movements were stiff, even appearing somewhat clumsy.
Having finally sorted out the main parts, she looked at the decorative ribbons and the lace on the cuffs, hesitated for a moment, and decided to ignore them for now as long as it didn't fall off.
Once dressed, Lilith stood in place, feeling this brand-new equipment.
The hem of the dress swayed gently with her movements, rustling against her calves.
The waist was slightly tightened, outlining the child's slender silhouette.
The fabric of the shoulder straps and cuffs flared out, overlapping in several layers, just like the hem, like exquisite decorations.
But it was troublesome, fragile, and meaningless.
These evaluations flashed through Lilith's mind; as a Hunter, this outfit was practically a burden.
But... she looked down at the exquisite dark red patterns on the hem and then raised her hand to touch the lace on the cuffs.
An indescribable sense of novelty welled up within her.
Uncomfortable, yet not entirely loathsome.
Perhaps... she just needed to adapt.
Just as she had adapted to Bat Wings, adapted to claws and fangs, and adapted to the transformation from human to beast.
It was just one more thing to adapt to.
Lilith took a deep breath and stopped brooding.
"It's done."