Within the not-so-large izakaya were dozens of Yokai. Among them, the vast majority were drinking buddies who had drunk with Lancer, and the remaining part was their respective family members. After a series of introductions by Lancer, the originally nervous Fujiwara no Mokou gradually calmed down, and even her muscles, which had been unconsciously tensed, gradually softened.
For example, that uncle who looked like a frog seemed a bit strange, but in reality, his way of speaking felt no different from an ordinary uncle next door, except for some reason he kept peeking at the "sister" sitting beside him. Or for example, a little girl whose height was about the same as hers but had grown two horns was constantly drinking; for some reason, after getting drunk, she actually pointed at the ribbon tied on her horn and said to the "sister" beside her, "Lancer told me this is the color of maturity." There was also a pink-haired older sister looking at the bandage wrapped around her right arm and murmuring to herself. Mokou felt a bit strange and asked Lancer if the other party was injured, but Lancer only told her with a smile, "At a time like this, just look at the other party gently." She even saw a middle-aged man wearing a Kariginu holding a Yokai's shoulder while talking and laughing. The most bizarre thing was that a little girl actually crawled out of Lancer suitcase. After seeing her, the girl actually nodded very politely and then crawled onto a nearby table to eat voraciously. In just a few minutes, she ate food larger than her own stomach, which made Mokou unable to help but wonder how that tiny stomach managed to stuff it all in...
On this night, Fujiwara no Mokou saw too many things she had never seen before. Similarly, she met many Yokai. These Yokai had almost no similarities to the ones in stories; they looked bizarre, and their tempers were good or bad, but they laughed wantonly just like ordinary people. This made Fujiwara no Mokou unable to help but wonder if they were really those fierce and evil Yokai from the stories.
Similarly, she didn't need to worry too much. She didn't need to sit formally like at home. When she saw food she liked to eat, she was a bit embarrassed at first, but Lancer decisively pushed a plate of food directly in front of her. Now, although she still wasn't completely uninhibited, she would no longer be embarrassed when she saw something she liked or wanted to eat.
Leaning against the soft back of the chair, with a black-and-white feline sitting on her lap, and messy but pleasant noisy sounds in her ears.
Fujiwara no Mokou felt as if she had already become obsessed with a life like this.
No need to worry about what her father said, no need to care about the maid's reminders, no need to think about her own future...
And just at that moment, a head suddenly leaned in front of her.
"Lord Lancer?"
Fujiwara no Mokou tilted her head, seemingly not understanding why Lancer suddenly called out to her. But at that moment, Lancer handed her a box tied with a bow. Holding the box in her hands, she was even a bit at a loss, but Lancer just smiled and pointed at the butterfly on the box.
"In my hometown, children always get gifts on their birthdays. Open it and see?"
Although Fujiwara no Mokou didn't have much of a presence in her home, she was nonetheless the daughter of Fujiwara no Fuhito and had even gone out with him a few times, so she had naturally received gifts. However, her father never allowed her to open those beautifully packaged gifts in person; after all, such behavior seemed truly impolite to the other party. Most crucially, if she didn't like it and it was shown on her face, it would make the meeting awkward.
But Lancer seemed very expectant for her to open it directly. After hesitating for two seconds, she gritted her teeth and tore open the packaging, while silently vowing in her heart that even if she didn't like what Lancer sent, she must show a smile.
But when she actually opened it, she was stunned for a moment, because she found the box contained folded clothes and a ribbon.
After picking up the clothes, she suddenly buried her head in them. After a few seconds, her face flushed red, she revealed a part of her head from the clothes.
"I like it very much, Lord Lancer~"
Lancer hadn't expected the other party's reaction to be so large, but from the "excited" look of the other party, Lancer naturally took it as a sign of satisfaction, so he also smiled and nodded.
Although he had already graduated from being a "Mage" or rather changed classes, in reality, the several women Lancer encountered were not ordinary people. Leone's attitude of almost completely dedicating herself to Lancer meant she wouldn't care about anything; as long as it was something Lancer gave her, she liked it very much. Ryoko Fueguchi, as an adult, was naturally more mature in many aspects; she didn't care about external things. In her view, as long as Lancer loved her, nothing else mattered. This also resulted in Lancer not even knowing what to give to women—after all, before this, the time he spent as a Mage could rival the time since his birth.
In his impression, giving things to girls was either according to interests and hobbies or giving clothes, bags, or accessories and such. However, this era didn't have things like perfume and bags. As for giving jewelry, Lancer felt it was really not quite appropriate. Finally, he "wisely" decided to give clothes.
If he didn't say the price of the clothes, how would others know how much they cost? It would be better than giving jewelry that looked very expensive at a glance, right?
Only, Lancer overlooked one thing: giving clothes was actually not as simple as he imagined. After all, the most basic requirement for giving a woman clothes is knowing her body measurements. As for how Lancer knew Fujiwara no Mokou figure?
Setting aside that Lancer "Eagle Eye" gave him terrifying vision, the other party's figure—which was about the same as Ibuki Suika Type 45 steel plate figure—didn't need any special requirements. After telling the shopkeeper Fujiwara no Mokou height and emphasizing the "steel plate" part, a well-fitting set of clothes appeared.
Holding the clothes in her hands, Fujiwara no Mokou lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking, but finally, she silently clenched her fist.
"Mr. Lancer, I want to go change my clothes, is that okay?"
This behavior seemed a bit strange to most people of this era, but Lancer didn't care in the slightest and even gave himself a thumbs-up for his taste. In his view, Fujiwara no Mokou should really like the clothes he gave.
"Of course no problem~ Suika... forget it, Shirayuki, can you help take Mokou to change her clothes?"
Because she was relatively young, Shirayuki was also sitting beside Fujiwara no Mokou. Faced with Lancer "request," she also nodded very decisively.
Initially, she was indeed very afraid of Lancer, but through her mother's persuasion, she also realized one thing: this tall-looking man in front of her was a "good person." After all, he had helped her and her mother solve a lot of trouble.
As the two left, Funasada-yaku sat down beside him, smelling of alcohol.
At this moment, this middle-aged man, who always maintained elegance, not only smelled of alcohol all over, but the Kariginu he was wearing—which was originally meticulously worn—also appeared a bit messy. But he didn't care in the slightest; instead, he leaned back against the chair while looking at Lancer with a bizarre expression.
"Did you drink too much? Do I need to send you back first?"
"No need~ No need~ I didn't drink much~"
Generally speaking, those who say "I didn't drink much" at a time like this are the ones who are wasted. Just as he was considering whether to ask Yakumo Yukari to help send him away, the other party suddenly leaned on his shoulder. Just as Lancer wanted to move this drunkard away, the other party quietly asked a question in his ear...
"Lancer, you still say you're not a lolicon~"