“I mean . . . you two don’t look especially demi-human so long as you don’t go therianthrope, and your clothing probably won’t stand out much either,” I reflected. Maybe it was just that they had slightly different skin. It just looked like their hair was a tail, but that could be considered a strange fashion choice.

“L’Arc, do you think we could explain it away by saying they have odd tattoos?” I asked.

“Huh. Yeah, I guess so. If they want to keep exposing so much skin—something I’m all for, by the way—we can cover it easily by saying they are using a fashion accessory called an imitation jewel, which lets you become a Jewel,” L’Arc explained. There was a race called “Jewels.” They had all sorts of different gemstones as their cores. They probably came in all sorts of different colors. Saying that would be enough to cover up the appearance of the sisters though. It indicated some serious blind spots in my understanding of fashion in this other world.

Then I recalled that there had been similar fashion in Siltvelt—fake tails, if I remembered correctly. Demi-humans who didn’t like the shape of their tail wore an accessory a bit like a wig to give it more volume. I also recalled thinking it might have been nice to give Raphtalia and Raph-chan fluffier tails.

“Therese probably knows more about that. She’s a Jewel, after all,” L’Arc said.

“Leave it to me. Yes . . . from their external appearance, I should think most people will presume them to be Jewels,” Therese explained.

“Something else we definitely have to watch out for is language. Speaking an unknown tongue is definitely going to get eyes on you. Say as little as possible. Also, Shildina, you stick close to Sadeena at all times,” I said.

“Why?” Shildina retorted.

“Because your sense of direction sucks,” I reminded her. In just the last few days, Shildina had gotten lost in L’Arc’s castle numerous times. That was exactly the main reason why I had wanted to leave her behind. “If we get split up here, we’ll never be able to meet up again! Would you be okay with that?”

“No!” she exclaimed.

“So there you go. If you don’t want to stick with Sadeena, you can stay close to Filo instead,” I told her.

“Filo? Okay!” Shildina replied. Filo had experienced all sorts of troubles when she found herself alone in this world. She knew the deal. She could also fly up and spot Shildina from the air if she had to.

“Oh my,” Sadeena said.

“In any case, killer whale sisters, you must not become therianthropes when there are other people around,” I impressed upon them again. “Understood?”