Journey to Godhood Begins in Frieren

While Shichen was only halfway through cooking dinner, Lala's excited shout drifted down from upstairs.

"Shichen! Quick, look—how do our maid outfits look?"

With hurried footsteps she soon appeared in the kitchen doorway.

Shichen turned and was momentarily dazzled.

She had changed into a maid outfit too, and a rather "summer‑weight" one at that: the classic white apron over a black dress, the hem trimmed in white and stopping halfway down her thighs, leaving the rest of her fair‑pink skin exposed.

Still, not too much showed, because she wore white over‑knee socks that wrapped her slim calves and knees, giving her legs a perfect line.

The dress itself was sleeveless, though it had detached sleeves; her delicate shoulders were bare, and the open neckline revealed a broad expanse of snowy skin, eye‑catching cleavage, and a fine collarbone.

In fact, the way Lala looked now was closer to cosplay than to a normal maid uniform.

Shichen laughed. "Why did you put on a maid outfit too?"

"Eh? Don't you like it, Shichen?"

"How could I not?" He shook his head. "You're so cute right now—how could I not like it?"

"Really?" Overjoyed, she threw herself at him.

"I haven't even washed my hands ye—"

Before he could finish, Lala had already pounced into his arms, hugging him tight, her little head rubbing against his chest, smiling brilliantly.

"He‑heh ~ What's the problem? Peke made the clothes anyway."

"Lala-sama?" Peke's puzzled voice came from behind.

"Peke, why this style?" Holding her with one arm, Shichen turned to the sink and washed his hands.

"I saw it in one of the manga you bought," Lala looked up, seeking praise.

"...When did you read those?"

"Yesterday—with Yui~"

"Shichen, what's wrong?"

"Nothing at all..." He shook his head helplessly.

"Really? Then do you like this look on me?"

"Of course. I almost want to snap a photo and make it my phone wallpaper."

"Go ahead~ I'll take pictures so you can."

"Later… Where's Yami?"

"Oh, right—where's Yami?" Lala echoed.

"You're asking me?" Shichen laughed, picked her up like a child, and walked out.

"Is Yami's maid uniform the same as yours?"

"Nope. She seemed a little opposed to my style." Lala's long legs locked around his waist.

"Well, naturally."

"Eh? Why?"

"Because Yami doesn't like… lewd things."

"Yami's so pure~"

"True…"

When they reached the living room there was no sign of Yami, but Shichen's head turned of its own accord toward the stairwell.

At the top a petite figure in black‑and‑white with a touch of gold slowly appeared. Shichen stared.

Yami wore a very conservative maid outfit: long sleeves, high collar, and a skirt long enough to cover her ankles.

Only her exquisitely small face showed, slightly flushed—yet adorably so, like a fairy out of a picture book, impossible to look away from.

Her blond hair wasn't in the usual twin tails but fell straight down her back all the way to her knees.

"P‑Please… don't stare at me like that…" Yami clutched the fabric, twisting shyly.

"It's so cute—wouldn't it be a shame not to look?" Shichen teased.

"C‑Cute…" She blushed harder.

"Yami really is cute," Lala chimed in.

"You two… are doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"We're just telling the truth."

"M‑hm!"

Yami bit her lip, tried to change the subject: "D‑Does this outfit look all right?"

"Of course. Though if it were like Lala's it'd be even better."

"No way!"

Lala objected solemnly. "Lala-hime's is way too lewd. I hate pervy stuff!"

"Lewd? But Shichen likes it~" Lala said innocently.

"I… don't need his approval."

"Really? But I like you like this too." Shichen winked.

"Y‑You made me wear it."

"Because I like it, so I asked you to. But more than that—if I didn't like you, it wouldn't matter what you wore."

"Wh‑What are you talking about?" Yami burst out.

"Don't you get it? Shichen means he likes you," Lala explained.

"Likes me? Why?"

"Hmm… because you're cute?"

"Please don't joke."

"Is that true, Shichen?" Lala looked at him.

"More or less—but that's not important. What matters is Yami's already in the palm of our hands; she can't escape." Shichen spoke in riddles.

"Right! Yami's already in our palm!" Lala nodded earnestly.

"Lala-hime—aren't you his fiancée? Doesn't this bother you?" Yami asked, bewildered.

"Just call me Lala," she smiled.

"Lala…"

"Yup!" Lala nodded in satisfaction. "I don't mind—so long as Shichen's happy."

"Why? Aren't you jealous?"

"Jealous? What's that?"

"It's when… someone else is the same as you," Yami hinted.

"The same as me? You mean also Shichen's girlfriend?"

"That's it."

"Then that's even better—we can both be Shichen's girlfriends!" Lala said happily.

"…Shichen, you're really not tricking her?" Yami gave him a look.

"How could I? You know how smart she is." Shichen rolled his eyes.

"Then why is she like this?"

"Forgot who Lala is? She's a princess, and I'm already the king."

"Oh… I see." Yami nodded, suddenly understanding.

"What? See what?" Lala looked back and forth, confused.

"Don't worry about it."

Shichen ruffled her hair with a smile. "Come down—dinner isn't finished yet."

"'Kay~" She hopped off him obediently.

"Show Yami around the house," Shichen said, heading to the kitchen.

"Okay~!"

"House…" Yami murmured.

"Come on, Yami!" Lala grabbed her hand enthusiastically.

"W‑Where to?"

"Hehe~ I'll show you Shichen's treasure room!"

"Treasure room?"

"You'll see!" Lala bounced upstairs, dragging Yami along.

Yami had no choice but to follow.

Shichen watched them go, then resumed cooking. He wasn't worried Yami would find anything indecent—there really wasn't anything, save a few slightly risqué manga. For anything truly indecent, with Lala around he could just "practice" in real life.

…

Dinner time: Shichen sat with Lala beside him and Yami across the table. She stared at the steaming dishes, absent‑minded.

"What's wrong? Not to your taste?" he asked.

"No…" Yami shook her head softly.

"Yami, Shichen's cooking is delicious," Lala said.

"I can smell that… it's just been so long since I've eaten a hot meal with people."

"In that case I won't let you leave. From now on, you'll eat with us every day." Shichen "threatened" with a smile.

"That wouldn't be bad." Yami smiled.

"Then try it. Tell me what you like and I'll make more next time."

"All right…" She took a small bite.

"Well? How is it?" Lala asked.

"Mm—delicious. I really like it," Yami nodded to Shichen.

"Then eat plenty."

"Mm."

The meal was quiet but very warm.

Afterwards Shichen didn't ask Yami to do anything; he cleared the dishes and watched TV with them. He didn't care for TV, but it helped Yami learn about this planet's culture—and watching with both girls, he did enjoy.

Yami, still a bit cautious, sat beside them.

When the evening drama ended it was nearly ten. Shichen checked the time and said to Lala, "It's late—let's go take a bath."

"Okay… um…" Lala suddenly looked bashful.

"What is it?"

"Shichen, are you… going to teach me something?" she whispered.

"Sharp as ever." He pinched her nose.

"Ugh… teach me what?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Shichen replied with a meaningful smile.

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