Chapter 02: "The Holy Nude Witch Unerasable Expenses and Invisible Clothes"
The piercing cold of early morning slipped through the
alarmingly thin fabric‚
slowly caressing my exposed skin.
The beautiful silk garments that had once surely protected my body had vanished into nothingness‚
and now I stood
utterly defenseless amid the autumn frost.
——Royal Academy of Magic‚
deepest part of the Third Research Building.
I pushed open the heavy wooden door of that sanctuary‚
isolated from the clamor of the secular world.
In that instant‚
the bitter aroma of freshly brewed black coffee and
the scent of ancient parchment aged over many years mingled together‚
deeply tickling my nostrils.
Louise: "Excuse me‚
Professor.
I have brought back the observation data from the first layer of the labyrinth."
While awkwardly hiding my chest‚
I presented the report.
At the back of the executive desk‚
my supervising professor in a lab coat was alternating glares between yesterday’s morning newspaper and a stack of parchment.
His eyes‚ sunken with deep dark circles‚ twitched‚
and he took a stomach medicine tablet from a small bottle in his hand‚
crushing it with his teeth without even drinking water.
*Crack.*
The dry sound of destruction echoed unusually loudly in the strangely silent laboratory.
Professor: "...Why
are you only wearing a T-shirt?"
It was a groaning voice.
It was understandable.
My current attire consisted of
just one 'extra-large plain T-shirt (men's)' that barely reached my knees.
There was
absolutely nothing underneath.
It was an indecent appearance‚ as if I had just woken up defenseless in my lover’s room‚
but the situation was far more serious
and ruthlessly physical.
Toto: "It's already gone.
All this month's outfits have been wiped out."
Toto‚ who had crawled up from my feet‚ stated the cruel reality without a care.
Louise: "It's fine! I'm planning to stop by the guild on the way back and record the subjugation reward‚
so I can quickly procure new catalyst clothes for experiments!"
Professor: "That's not the issue..."
Toto: "Nope."
Toto nodded on my desk as if it owned the place‚ deeply agreeing with the professor.
The professor let out an even deeper sigh
and flicked the documents on his desk with his fingertip in annoyance.
Professor: "In the one month since you enrolled‚
because of your occult theory verifications‚ the lab windows have been blown out three times‚
and my entire summer bonus has vanished as compensation fees.
But this time it's beyond the pale.
This is a national-level disaster."
Louise: "You're overestimating it.
The one I subjugated through equivalent exchange was
just a beginner-level slime‚ after all."
Professor: "Look at this."
What he handed over was
an emergency report stamped with the Royal Knights' vermilion seal.
It stated that the ferocious 'Ancient Species' magic reaction‚
which had escaped from the lower layers of the labyrinth and was being pursued by the entire knight order‚
had completely vanished along with the first layer's rock walls.
Professor: "With the 'aftershock' of the magic you released‚
a historic calamity has been erased without leaving a single cell."
A spine-chilling‚ terrifying fact.
However‚
no irrational emotion like fear arose in my mind.
Only an extremely pure academic sense of achievement
filled my chest.
Louise: "Ah‚
I see.
It wasn't an aftershock‚ Professor."
Professor: "...What?"
Louise: "To condense the magic conductivity of the highest-grade silk underwear to one hundred percent‚
I instantly recalculated the interference between the first layer's spatial curvature and the magic waveform in my brain.
At that time‚
I simply forced the surplus dimensional coordinates onto that high-density magic reaction (the Ancient Species) that was getting in the way."
When I answered with complete seriousness‚
the professor reached for the stomach medicine bottle again with a hand filled with despair.
Professor: "...Don't use formulas from the realm of the gods
with the same feeling as throwing bulky trash into a dumpster.
If you turned this one into a paper‚ it would be a groundbreaking discovery that overturns the entire history of magic."
Louise: "History comes after tomorrow's bread.
More importantly‚ Professor‚
because I allocated resources to mental arithmetic of multidimensional coordinates‚
I'm starving."
I placed both hands on the desk and gazed back at my mentor
with eyes as fragile and earnest as the heroine of a literary novel.
Louise: "Can the cost of the vanished experimental underwear (twelve thousand krone) be recorded as the university's 'research expenses'?"
Toto: "No way."
Professor: "Before you shake society‚
first do something about your bankrupt sense of money..."
Overwhelming magical truth
and far too trivial economic conflict.
My campus life‚ which should have pursued the pinnacle of intellect‚
once again opened its highly unwilling curtain today
amid the wind-discipline-violating shame of wearing only a boyfriend shirt.
---
The university courtyard enveloped in the morning bustle.
Under the brilliantly pouring sunlight‚
I walked across the stone pavement‚ exposing my porcelain bare legs as I headed to the guild.
The students passing by all widened their eyes‚
then awkwardly averted their gazes as if tormented by guilt.
It was understandable.
My current attire was
a single extra-large plain T-shirt that exposed my absolute defense line with every breeze.
Professor: "Louise... At least let me lend you my lab coat...?"
The accompanying professor‚
weakly suggested while painfully pressing his stomach area.
He had come along specifically to help with the joint paperwork for the guild regarding the national-scale aftermath processing of the first layer disappearance.
Louise: "No need to worry‚
Professor.
If even a trace of someone else's magic power clings to the fabric‚
the dimensional output coefficient won't stabilize in case of emergency tension."
Toto: "What do you mean 'in case of emergency'?
Are you planning to strip even more on campus?"
Toto‚ walking at my feet‚ snorted in exasperation.
Professor: "That is something I really cannot allow..."
The professor looked at me with eyes that seemed on the verge of tears.
Louise: "However‚ Professor‚
if this T-shirt were to vanish as a catalyst‚
the dimensional magic that could be activated with the compensation of this cheap cotton material would only produce a weak 'pon' sound at best‚ no matter how you calculate it.
The power is so lacking that I'm starting to worry whether it could protect me if I encounter a monster."
Toto: "That's what you're worried about?! We're talking about a maiden's public morals!"
The professor looked up at the sky with an expression of "This genius is hopeless."
While engaging in such fruitless exchanges‚
suddenly
a black shadow leaped out from behind the rose bushes.
Poem Reporter: "Holy Nude Witch! I am a special correspondent for the campus newspaper 'Truth Seeker'!"
The one who appeared was
a hot-blooded tabloid poem reporter with unkempt stubble
and an abnormally fanatical gleam in his eyes.
In his hand‚
he gripped a quill pen and a thick notebook like weapons.
Poem Reporter: "Miss Louise‚
may I conduct an interview?! Yes‚ right?! ...I understand.
Your silence is proof of consent! Leave everything to me!"
The reporter breathed hotly through his nose and physically‚ rudely closed the distance between us.
Louise: "——Interview?
Will there be an interview fee (krone)?"
Professor: "Louise‚ you're not seriously thinking of accepting an interview‚ are you?! We need to head to the guild as quickly as possible‚
or you'll be stuck wearing that shameless scrap of cloth for the rest of your life...!"
The professor grabbed my slender shoulder firmly
and desperately tried to stop me with teary eyes.
Toto: "No good.
This genius is blinded by money again."
At my feet‚
Toto slapped his own forehead with his paw.
Poem Reporter: "Not a single krone will be paid! Please rest assured!! This is a secret interview driven by my very soul‚
so I am doing it all as independent volunteer work!"
The reporter proudly thrust out his chest‚ which was pointlessly well-toned‚ and gave a thumbs-up.
Poem Reporter: "According to our campus newspaper's exclusive investigation‚
there is a 'black box' enshrined deep in your laboratory labeled with blood-like letters saying 【ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN】! In short‚
that must be the forbidden ultimate weapon that destroyed the Ancient Species on the first layer‚ right?!"
At the reporter's words‚
I involuntarily held my breath.
That accursed black box.
What vividly resurfaced in my mind was the memory of the ominous package sent by my real brother‚ whose screws were completely loose‚ from the front lines of the royal capital.
Brother: 'To my beloved little sister.
In preparation for the harsh path of magic ahead‚
I present you with the strongest custom armor——a national Legend-grade artifact known as "Panties."'
Along with that shudder-inducing letter arrived what seemed to be an unknown magic fiber excavated from the deepest layer of the labyrinth.
However‚ it was a horrifying mental curse——pastel pink frilled bear-themed panties that would cause my pride and dignity to suffer social death the moment I wore them.
Just remembering the smile of the kingdom's strongest Holy Knight Captain (severe siscon) who plotted to make me equip them made every pore on my body stand on end.
This was something I could never tell anyone‚ even if heaven and earth were flipped.
If I were to wear that as an equivalent exchange catalyst and the 'bear-chan' were to vanish on the battlefield as the price for multidimensional magic‚
I would probably self-destruct‚ dragging the entire world with me.
Louise: "...That‚
I cannot say from my own mouth."
I sorrowfully lowered my face
and gravely shook my head.
Poem Reporter: "Ohh! So it is a national-secret-class ultimate weapon that one hesitates even to speak of!"
Louise: "That's not it.
That is... a cursed object of causality that I must never touch‚ even if I offer my entire being.
If possible‚
I do not want to use it even once in my lifetime."
Both physically‚
and above all‚ socially.
When I conveyed the truth (terror toward the bear-chan panties) in a voice tinged with sorrow like the tragic heroine of a literary novel‚
the poem reporter's face lit up with狂喜.
Toto: "Seriously‚
what the heck is that black box? I'm super curious about what's inside too."
Toto muttered nonchalantly at my feet.
Poem Reporter: "To make a saint who saves the world by sacrificing her own body (clothes) to the utmost limit say that much... I understand! So that is an apocalyptic weapon capable of easily destroying the world‚ right?!"
Professor: "Absolutely not!!!"
The professor immediately let out a blood-curdling scream while clutching his stomach.
Toto: "Yeah.
Not the world‚
but a self-destruct weapon that erases her own dignity without a trace... probably."
Toto scratched his belly awkwardly with his short forelimb and gave an extremely accurate supplement.
However‚
none of our sound arguments reached the reporter's brain filter anymore.
Poem Reporter: "'The Holy Nude Witch‚
embracing the sealed forbidden box‚
mourns the world'...... This will make the ultimate epic poem! Thank you for your sacred cooperation in the interview!"
The reporter‚ moved by his own emotions‚ dashed away like a storm at tremendous speed.
Louise: "...Once again‚
my pure honor has been twisted in an unfounded direction."
Toto: "Do you know the beautiful phrase called 'reaping what you sow'?"
Louise: "More importantly‚ Professor.
That person didn't comment at all on my refined‚ minimalism-overflowing T-shirt appearance."
Professor: "That's proof that your very existence has completely paralyzed the normal common sense of those around you..."
Leaving my deeply sighing mentor behind‚
I hastened my steps toward the adventurers' guild in search of new ammunition (highest-grade silk underwear) in the form of subjugation rewards.
---
When I pushed open the heavy door of the adventurers' guild‚
the lively morning clamor filled with energy surged toward us like a heat wave.
The unique smell of sweat‚ rusted iron‚
and cheap alcohol mixed together.
The roars of burly explorers crowding in front of the request board echoed in all directions.
However‚
the moment I took one step inside‚
that clamor stopped dead like a高级 magic spell.
Every gaze in the guild
was nailed to my appearance——the single extra-large plain T-shirt that barely reached my knees.
The next moment‚
they all simultaneously looked away‚
awkwardly starting to count the wood grain on the floor as if tormented by guilt.
In the dead-silent room‚
only the wet *peta‚ peta* sounds of my bare feet stepping on the floor
echoed with oddly clear resonance.
Professor: "...Everyone splendidly averted their eyes."
The accompanying professor‚ pressing his stomach‚ whispered softly to Toto‚ who had at some point jumped onto his shoulder.
Toto: "Of course they would.
If a no-panties girl in just an oversized shirt is wandering around first thing in the morning‚
even wild adventurers would have trouble knowing where to look.
Besides‚ this is a public place."
Toto let out a deep sigh on the professor's shoulder with the eyes of someone looking at a pitiful adult.
Louise: "Please don't treat me like a suspicious person so much.
This is the manifestation of a purely physical crisis due to absolute fabric shortage‚
an act of God brought about by extreme financial hardship.
If anyone feels shame‚
probability calculations show that I feel it the most."
Toto: "Is that so?
You only look like your brain screws are completely stripped."
Louise: "If I act confidently‚
my mental frequency will synchronize with those around me and I won't stand out! It should be surprisingly fine."
I firmly held my chest in a cross with both arms‚
thrusting out my chest with needless dignity‚
and headed to the reception counter with precise shuffling steps so the hem of the T-shirt wouldn't ride up.
The uniformed receptionist‚ upon recognizing me‚
lit up her face with a smile like a priest who had received divine revelation.
Receptionist: "We have been waiting for you‚
Lady Louise! By the Guild Master's special authority‚
your great achievement has been officially recognized with a title!"
The high-quality parchment the receptionist respectfully presented
was inscribed with beautiful calligraphic decorative letters.
【Louise‚ the 《Holy Nude Witch》】
Louise: "...I reject it.
Please withdraw it to the far side of spacetime immediately."
I leaned over the reception counter with a *bang!* and let out a scream-like voice.
Receptionist: "Eh? But‚
this is the highest honor for an adventurer...
Official title granting is a title equivalent in value to a noble peerage!"
The receptionist tilted her head in genuine puzzlement out of pure goodwill.
Louise: "Such a dishonorable title isn't worth even one krone! The wording itself only gives off malice! This isn't the highest honor at all‚
it's just a somewhat overly elegant alias for a public indecent exposer!"
When I protested with shaking shoulders‚
the receptionist pointed awkwardly at the corner of the parchment with her slender finger.
Receptionist: "However‚ Lady Louise‚
this is also a handwritten recommendation from the highest executives of the guild headquarters.
Please look at the signature of the highest authority in the lower left of the parchment."
When I looked at the lower left of the parchment‚
there was the handwritten signature of one of the Seven Sages renowned in the royal capital——the 《Sage of Star Reading》‚
along with an ostentatiously holy magic seal.
Louise: "Who is this idle person...?
I don't recall knowing any suspicious person with a hobby of astronomical observation."
Receptionist: "Eh..."
The woman at the reception counter completely froze at my words‚ which had dismissed a national highest authority.
Toto: "The sound is nice‚
let's go with this.
Holy Nude Witch.
You've splendidly left an infamous name in history."
Louise: "Toto! You stay silent for the rest of your life!"
While I glared at my familiar‚
heavy metallic *clank‚ clank* sounds approached from behind.
When I turned around‚
there stood the giant‚ serious knight party leader who had mistaken me for a saint in last night's labyrinth.
Knight Leader: "Well well‚
young innocent hero.
To be heading to the next holy war (guild) so early in the morning‚
I am humbled."
Louise: "Ah‚
you're the one from yesterday‚
the one who doesn't listen..."
Knight Leader: "Humility is a virtue‚
but your noble great deed has already reached the knight orders throughout the royal capital.
The lives saved by your honorable self-sacrifice (complete nudity) are countless."
The leader solemnly placed his hand on his thick steel breastplate
and bowed his head with deep reverence.
Louise: "I explained that thoroughly in the depths of the labyrinth! The one I faced was just a cloth-eater (slime)! I know nothing about any dangerous intelligent lifeform like an Ancient Species‚
and if it got caught in the aftershock of my magic and vanished to the far side of spacetime‚
that is purely a probabilistic accident! The Ancient Species that stayed in such a dangerous coordinate is completely at fault!!"
Toto: "No good... This genius is giving a serious business report‚
but the conversation isn't meshing even by a millimeter..."
Toto looked into the distance on the professor's shoulder.
Knight Leader: "What profound modesty...
Instead of boasting of her own achievement‚
she insists it was all an accident like a natural disaster...!"
The knight leader seemed to have mentally translated my completely serious argument into some Bible anecdote.
Large hot tears spilled from his eyes behind the iron mask once again.
Knight Leader: "We shall never forget your pure spirit‚
which deliberately describes your myth-class great deed in the cynical‚ worldly terms of 'cost efficiency'!"
Louise: (......I'm the one who wants to cry...
The formula to forcibly end this fanatical conversation... isn't coming up...
Is my brain bugging out...?!)
Louise: "Aaaaaah...! I really spent the whole night soaking my pillow in despair over the twelve thousand krone worth of vanished underwear!"
Knight Leader: "Ah‚
I understand the pain all too well.
The deep loneliness and anguish of one who bears an overwhelmingly powerful truth alone...! Fear not‚
from now on we shall be your unbreakable shield!"
Toto: "An perpetual motion machine of absurdity."
Louise: "Please listen to what people say‚ even one word‚ with proper hearing!!"
My anguished cry was once again mercilessly bounced back by their overly solid wall of faith.
Toto: "Yeah.
It's true you want a shield.
One to hide your exposed skin‚
as a substitute for clothes."
Only Toto's off-the-mark yet extremely realistic retort
echoed hollowly at my feet.
The guild visit‚ which should have been for the purely economic purpose of receiving a reward‚
only left an irreparable scar——even time-reversal magic couldn't fix——on my social dignity.
---
Toto: "That leader is all muscle‚ after all.
Well‚ it's fine.
It's officially registered at the guild as Holy Nude‚ 《Holy Nude》.
The sound is nice.
Holy Star‚ Pure Star‚
or even 'Holy Ra' is a homophone‚
so depending on the characters you can disguise it however you want."
At my feet‚ Toto munched vulgarly on dried squid (probably embezzled from my meager remaining underwear funds) as he spoke.
Louise: "It's not fine! This makes me look like a serious pervert who enjoys being scantily clad!"
At my anguished cry‚
the accompanying professor nodded deeply with a sympathetic expression.
Professor: "Louise‚ as a fellow pursuer of rational magic‚
I believe I understand your earnest plea painfully well.
That is why I have prepared a measure as your professor."
As soon as he spoke‚
the professor took out a dull-glowing‚ heavy silver trunk from under his desk
and ceremoniously unlocked the airtight seal.
*Pshew‚*
a high-pressure exhaust sound like precision magic machinery rang out‚
and the trunk lid slowly opened.
Inside was
a brand-new pure white one-piece dress and a pair of socks‚
shining divinely as they solemnly reflected the morning sunlight.
Louise: "This is...?"
Professor: "It's the 'Anti-Dimensional Magic Dress (Prototype)' developed by forcibly borrowing next term's budget for the Third Research Lab.
I have woven in a special protective formula that completely maintains the fabric's mass even when receiving the aftershock of equivalent exchange (purge) when your dimensional magic activates."
Louise: "Is that true‚ Professor...!"
I unconsciously put strength into my arms crossed over my chest‚
my eyes sparkling with pure hope.
Finally‚
finally‚ the perfect mathematical solution (dress) that would free me from the unreasonable fear of complete nudity was before me.
Louise: "It's perfect‚
Professor.
Now I can fire dimensional magic without losing my clothes and dignity.
I am finally liberated from the terror of that utterly unreasonable equivalent exchange!"
Trembling with joy in my slender limbs‚
I lovingly hugged the pure white dress and socks and dashed into the side room.
Toto: "I get the one-piece‚ but
why is it a set with socks?"
Toto's voice tilting his round head could be heard from beyond the door.
Outside the side room door‚
the professor solemnly explained.
Professor: "The computational program controlling the protective formula for the entire dress is built into the sock portion.
It cancels out causal bias at the feet.
Therefore‚
you must use them as a set."
Louise: "Ah... I see! So even if the one-piece itself gets damaged‚ the formula won't break‚
because the output is controlled at the extremities‚ the feet.
As expected of you‚ Professor‚
the work of a genius!"
Convinced on my own‚ I stripped off the detestable men's oversized T-shirt
and slipped into the brand-new one-piece.
The smooth‚ sensual texture of silk blended seamlessly with my skin.
The skirt length was perfectly tailored without hindering movement at all.
The magic conductivity was also extremely high.
When I finished changing and returned to the room‚
the professor nodded in satisfaction as if watching his own child's growth.
Louise: "It's perfect.
Professor‚
you are a god."
Professor: "Fufu‚
try channeling a very small amount of magic power right away.
About the output of one cheap sock is fine.
...Yes‚
use this as the experimental catalyst."
What he handed me was a very familiar old winter garment.
Louise: "This is...
the gloves I knitted by cutting the budget for your birthday previously‚ isn't it!"
Professor: "It's fine... For the sake of witnessing this historic experimental verification of the century‚
I won't hesitate to lose even your warm gift...!"
Toto: "It's full of moth holes...
this glove...
In short‚ it's just trash."
Ignoring Toto's ruthless retort‚
I concentrated all my nerves' magic power into the received glove.
Louise: "O principle of dimensions."
I snapped my fingers.
——*Pon.*
The glove I had once knitted with heart
vanished into the dregs of dimensions along with a merciless bursting sound‚ swallowed by the distortion of causality.
Equivalent exchange was indeed a cold‚
melancholy system.
In that instant‚
the pure white fabric that should have been gently enveloping my body completely disappeared from my vision.
——However‚
on my soft skin‚
I certainly still felt the smooth silk texture from before.
I felt none of the underground cold air.
I lowered my gaze to my own arm.
There appeared to be only exposed porcelain skin.
However‚
when I fearfully ran my fingertips over it‚
the smooth weave of silk was definitely there‚ strictly separating skin from fingertip.
Louise: (......I see‚
so that's the structure.)
I instantly spun my brain cells at full rotation
and coldly‚ scientifically analyzed the absurd phenomenon that had occurred to me.
The computational program the professor had incorporated had succeeded brilliantly in protecting the fabric's 'physical mass' from dimensional magic interference.
However‚
as the cost of equivalent exchange to offset that overwhelmingly powerful magical energy‚
only the 'refractive index of visible light' and 'pigments' reflected by the clothes
had been banished to the far side of dimensions.
In other words‚ this was
a devil's formula that pinpointed and gouged out only a woman's visual dignity
while completely preserving the physical defensive power——!
Louise: "Reversing the fabric's refractive index to negative and making it transparent... Professor‚
your brain formulas are completely insane!"
As I shouted with my face flushed apple-red from shame‚
Toto mercilessly clapped his short forelimbs with *pechi pechi* sounds.
Toto: "Oh‚
theoretically the fabric is clinging to your skin.
It looks completely nude but isn't nude.
A great success."
Louise: "Where is the success?! Visually it's completely see-through with not a thread on!"
Toto: "Moreover‚ only your socks remain without being transmitted through.
That's a seriously niche fetish."
Upon hearing that‚ I looked at my feet.
Only the pure cotton socks‚ abandoned due to their low magic conductivity calculations‚
remained properly covering my ankles without becoming transparent.
Professor: "Ooh! Wonderful‚
the sock interference wave program is intact! As a partial parameter‚ it's a great success‚ Louise!"
The professor's eyes sparkled with the bloodshot gleam typical of a mad scientist‚
and he began frantically scribbling the next formula on the blackboard.
Louise: "...Objectively speaking‚ this is a great failure that will remain in human history! This just makes me
'a serious suspicious person wandering the streets wearing only socks'!"
At my soul-crushing scream‚
Toto deeply agreed while nonchalantly picking his nose.
Toto: "Yeah.
But the eroticism artistic points are maxed out.
If the guild's muscleheads saw this‚
they'd prostrate in gratitude and worship."
Even though it was a peaceful daily life with no monster battle‚
my modest dignity easily achieved complete collapse.
---
Completely ignoring my soul-crushing scream‚
the professor and Toto were engaged in a heated academic discussion with gestures about "the error in magic conductivity between pure cotton material and silk."
——In that instant.
*Bang!* The heavy wooden door behind me was suddenly flung open with force.
Poem Reporter: "Miss Louise! The heat from the interview in the rose bushes earlier won't cool down no matter what‚
and my soul's inspiration can no longer be contained within the pages——?!"
The one who barged in‚ almost trespassing‚ was the hot-blooded poem reporter from the campus newspaper.
He looked at my appearance——to be precise‚
the cotton socks floating unnaturally alone in space‚
and above them the complete void (that appeared to have nothing)——
and his hand holding the notebook trembled.
Poem Reporter: "Eh... can't... see...? No‚
however‚
my refined reporter's intuition is strongly sensing the presence of a 'supreme silk garment' existing there...!"
Louise: "Mr. Elliot‚
this is clear trespassing! And please close that heavy door quickly! Even though it's invisible‚ the wind pressure from the door is making my physical dress (dress) ride up‚
and my absolute defense line is about to be breached——"
Poem Reporter: "Wonderful! This is the miracle of the 'Invisible Garment (Ultimate Poverty)'! That figure so pure it transmits even the light of the mundane world‚
already in the realm of myth...!"
The reporter began madly snapping the magic camera shutter at crazy speed.
Behind the lens‚ his eyes burned with the heat of a scoop.
Louise: "I said stop taking pictures! Look‚
the clothes are definitely there! If you touch it‚ you'll understand the physical mass‚ right?!"
In anger‚ I slammed the sleeve of the transparent dress (※invisible but the thick silk fabric really existed there) with full force into the reporter's face.
——*Slap!*
A mysterious physical shockwave suddenly generated from empty space struck the reporter's stubbled cheek.
Poem Reporter: "Bfoh!? ...O‚
oooh! From empty void‚
a 'sacred slap' caused by the mass of clothing was indeed released...! What a high-level invisible magic barrier! This is the saint who mourns the world in her
true battle mode!"
While bleeding profusely from his nose‚
the reporter frantically scribbled on his notebook with an ecstatic expression.
Poem Reporter: '——What she wears is nothingness.
Yet her sacred steps move even mountains.
When she mercifully swings her sleeve‚
invisible causality shatters the face of the insolent...!'
Poem Reporter: "This will be tomorrow's campus newspaper‚
no‚ a historic special report that will change the world's magic history! Thank you for the supreme inspiration!!!"
The reporter lovingly hugged his notebook stained dark red with his own blood (※just nosebleed)
and once again vanished like a storm down the corridor.
In the underground research lab that had regained silence‚
I stared at the empty void (※the chest of my transparent dress)
and muttered in a soul-drained voice.
Louise: "...I've had enough.
I want to quit the university
and go back home as soon as possible."
Toto: "Give up.
That guy's brain distortion filter is already thicker and stronger than the kingdom's national defense barrier."
Toto mercilessly bit off a hard squid leg from the dried squid and looked at me with eyes of genuine pity.
Professor: "More importantly‚ Louise! The fact that only the pure cotton socks have been completely left behind by the causal transmission phenomenon
is geometrically fascinating from a magic perspective! ...Oh‚
by the way‚ why are you shedding so many tears?"
——And then‚
the next morning.
The front page of a newspaper mercilessly thrown into my room in the girls' dormitory.
There‚
Newspaper: 'The Saint
has finally transcended even the outdated concept of material clothing and wears the "Invisible Garment (Transparent)."
——However‚ she wears socks.'
Such a mad headline‚
cruelly engraved as if dancing‚
atomically pulverized my refined social dignity
and banished it into the void.
---
【Louise's Research Notes; Fragment 2】
・Anti-Dimensional Magic Dress (Prototype)
Observations:
Protection of the fabric's 'physical mass' from magic interference was completely successful.
However‚
as compensation for offsetting the magic waveform interference‚
only the fabric's 'pigments' and 'visible light refractive index' underwent equivalent exchange to the far side of dimensions‚
resulting in an extremely indecent fatal bug.
As a result‚
it became a devil's cursed object that pinpoint-gouges only a woman's visual dignity
while leaving the fabric's physical defensive wall (defensive power) intact.
Question: Why was only the pure cotton material socks‚ which have remarkably low magic conductivity‚
left behind by the causal transmission phenomenon?
Is it due to a distortion in the second law of thermodynamics (entropy) regarding the boundary line of events‚
or is this uncertain system called the world
forcing 'niche shame' upon me?
The urgency of verification (and program correction) is extremely high.
...Either way‚
I can no longer marry normally.
―――(Chapter 2 - End)―――
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