I give up thinking about the events of the sphere in the basement of the church.
Even though I had thought about it overnight, I do not understand what I don’t know.
I will continue to investigate it after this, was the conclusion I came up with.
Now, leaving the matter of the church aside.
A new year will begin in another week.
If I’m not mistaken, I should have came to this different world around the start of may.
And then this situation to call it a new year after slightly more than half a year, is the passing of a year roughly the same as earth too?
New year.
In the Imperial Capital. there seems to be a grand festival.
The recapturing of the fort is a success too, and it’s getting rouse up for something like a double celebration.
New year.
From a little while ago, it’s strange to be thinking of new year, new year.
I know the reason.
Speaking of new year, what would it be?
Right, it’s Miko.
The answer might differ according to each individual, but for me, new year is Miko uniform.
However, this is the Imperial Capital of a different world.
It isn’t Japan. There is neither Shinto shrines or miko clothes.
My dream of embracing a girl in miko uniform from the back, and slipping my hand into the place of her wrapped up chest is not fulfilled.
No, let’s stop it.
After all, it’s an impossible dream.
It’s futile delusion.
…….
That’s right.
In the olden days, I recall somebody who said something useful.
“If it’s not there, isn’t it fine to just make it?”
Deciding on that, I started moving with the goal of realizing my dream.
I called Mina and told her I want to make clothes.
“Is it……clothes?
That, is it something special?”
I nod with a serious look.
Looking at my face with unprecedented seriousness, Mina seem to have caught the importance of this project seriously too.
“C, Certainly. Then, Haruto-sama.
What sort of clothes is it?”
Thus, I told Mina of the structure and characteristics of the miko uniform.
In the first place, I do not know the concrete structure either.
Drawing pictures, referring to the structure of similar clothing, I repeatedly consulted Mina.
And, on the third day.
The miko uniform is completed.
Pure white haori. (TN: Japanese formal coat)
Bright red hakama. (TN: formal divided skirt)
And here and there, I decorated it with ribbons to my liking.
It’s pretty.
Over there, it’s certainly what I had requested.
“Wonderful.”
A voice of admiration leaks out unintentionally.
To that voice of mine, Mina nods approvingly too.
Good job.
“This, was the clothes made by Haruto and Mina?”
“It’s a really mysterious clothing.”
Sharon and Laurier are looking at it with great interest.
“And, what is the clothes for?” Laurier asks.
It’s a reasonable question.
Therefore, I said.
“It’s a great ambition of mine.”
“Hmmm….
Anyway, isn’t that a worthless thing?”
Ahhh, this fellow!
Asking and then giving up on understanding it.
Moreover, what is it with calling it worthless?
I cannot argue with that.
The size of the first one completed as a test piece fits Mina.
Although I want her to wear it right now and bring her to bed, I am patient.
That is to welcome the new year after all.
I am a man who is particular about the situation.