The gate at the entrance to the town looked like it had been left open. It didn’t look like there were many guards either.

“There’s a guild that services this nation, right? Let’s find out exactly where we are,” Glass suggested. Then she headed with Ethnobalt toward the guild to check things out. They returned pretty quickly.

“As expected, this is the country where the musical instrument vassal weapon holder is,” Glass revealed.

“Incredible. It brought us to a town close to our destination,” L’Arc said. I mused for a moment about how great it would have been if we’d been moved to the closest town to Kizuna immediately after defeating the guy who stole L’Arc’s scythe.

Anyway. I looked over at the killer whale sisters.

“Sadeena, Shildina, make sure to look as close to human as possible. No going therianthrope when there are prying eyes around,” I warned them.

“Oh my,” Sadeena said. “But prying eyes are the best!”

“Why are you saying this?” Shildina asked.

“Don’t you see? The demi-humans in this world and the demi-humans in our world are slightly different,” I said. The ones here were more like elves or dwarfs. Those like Raphtalia, with animal ears, were much rarer. “Make sure to keep your characteristic ears and tails hidden. Raphtalia, you’ve been undercover before, right? You know what to do,” I said.

“True, but this miko outfit probably stands out,” she replied.

“Good point. Can’t you use magic to make it look like you’re wearing normal armor?” I asked.

“I don’t understand your obsession with this miko outfit, Mr. Naofumi,” Raphtalia said.

“Raph,” said Raph-chan.

“I’m sorry, dear lady Raphtalia, but I can see his point of view. Kiddo here has clearly taken quite a liking to that outfit of yours,” L’Arc said, providing some completely unexpected support. I mean, he wasn’t wrong. I was just a little embarrassed to admit it.

“I do understand why you are asking, but if the magic is noticed by anyone and it puts them on guard, then it will have been pointless,” Raphtalia said. Maybe she was feeling a little embarrassed too, because her cheeks were flushed slightly red.

“Oh my, we are quite jealous over here,” Sadeena said.

“We have our own ethnic costumes we can wear!” Shildina added.

“If you could stop that bickering, that would be great,” I told them. I was trying not to let it get to me, but talk about ethnic clothing always made me think of Atla.

“Very well. Oh, little Shildina, how inconsiderate of you!” Sadeena chided.

“Shut it! Okay then, sweet Naofumi, how about you tell us what to wear?” Shildina replied.