The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Not only that.

This guy initially pretended, using lame excuses like "Nanfu likes using girls' stuff" or "he's always like this," but later on didn't bother acting at all. Not only did he dive into the fitting room himself, but he also came out chirping questions.

"How about this one?" "Does this dress suit me?" "Is white too strange for me? Maybe black is better... Hmm, blue seems nice too."

At first, Spirit could handle replying a few times, but later he simply gave up and leaned against the counter, watching with amusement as she enthusiastically tried on various dresses.

Finally, seeing Vivian come out shyly from the fitting room, pinching the hem of an off-shoulder dress, Spirit couldn't help but scoff.

"...Are you planning to let your brother wear that thing?"

"Ugh—" Vivian stiffened, as if hit where it hurts, but she clumsily scrambled for an excuse and stubbornly said,

"What—what do you know, this is social etiquette... the tradition of the Colin Duchy! If I dress too casually, my brother... won't be happy..."

"I don't know about your brother's happiness."

Spirit glanced at the growing pile of clothes beside him and calmly added,

"But the shopkeeper must be delighted right now."

As expected, the shop assistant witch standing by grinned like a blooming mandrake flower, attentively tidying Vivian's dress and occasionally showering her with flattery and support.

"Exactly, sir, my hometown is indeed the Colin Duchy, and there truly is such a tradition there. Miss, your amazing aura perfectly matches this gown, like a noble Princess of the Night."

"..." Vivian pursed her lips, refraining from replying, yet her raised eyebrows betrayed her high spirits.

Spirit silently watched the smiling shop assistant, internally rolling his eyes.

I don't buy it!

If your hometown really were the Colin Duchy, wouldn't you recognize this little ancestor here?

However, as an elegant Demon King, he naturally didn't bother arguing with a store clerk, nor did he feel like exposing Vivian's little schemes.

There have been quite a few troublesome things recently.

Just think of this as relaxing a bit.

"Hehehe..." Youyou's suppressed laughter came from the side, looking at Spirit with schadenfreude, as if to say, "Now you've met your match."

Looks like this guy really was bored out of his mind.

Spirit glanced at the empty space next to him and said in a low voice,

"Did you give the orders about the blueprints?"

Youyou coughed lightly, straightening her chest, and said,

"Rest assured, Lord Demon King, don't underestimate your players. Given enough time, they could even make you a Gundam! Just wait and see the final result!"

No need for something as extra as a Gundam; he just wanted to fix some treads and a motor to the Magic Crystal Cannon.

Understanding the progress of the engineering, Spirit felt at ease, continuing to pass time in this both relaxing and torturous place.

After about another half-hour, Vivian finally selected a light blue dress with silver edges, and nodded with satisfaction while checking herself out in the mirror.

She turned to look at Spirit, lightly flicked her purple hair, and casually asked,

"How—how is it?"

If she were to score it, she'd likely consider this her most satisfactory choice.

Spirit looked over, and scratching his chin, gave a thoughtful and genuine evaluation.

"It looks nice."

Come to think of it, this dress is quite similar to the one Erin wore when she bid him farewell.

Aside from the hair color, intelligence, the two have several similarities in other aspects.

Spirit couldn't pinpoint the similarities before, but now it suddenly dawned on him.

They are like two mirrors, one reflecting the Colin Duchy and the other the Campbell Duchy... Each mirroring the spirits of people from two different worlds.

Seeing the appreciation in Spirit's gaze, the corners of Vivian's mouth lifted slightly, feeling a sweet joy inside her heart.

But soon, as if she remembered something, she awkwardly coughed.

"This... this is also for..."

"For your brother." Spirit teased her, filling in the sentence when he saw Vivian struggling to finish it.

Meeting those smiling eyes, a blush gradually crept up Vivian's cheeks.

Her confident smile collapsed, and she nervously pinched the hem of her dress, biting her lip and darting her gaze around, struggling to squeak out a stubborn lie.

"Right..."

As soon as she finished, before Spirit could even respond, she couldn't help but shiver slightly.

Oh no!

She had gotten too carried away and forgot the original excuse she had made up!

Even if she were as dull as a brick, she interpreted the meaning behind those smiling eyes.

Vivian's shoulders trembled lightly, and she subconsciously lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong, releasing the pinch on her dress and secretly fiddling with her fingers behind her back.

Her heart was filled with apprehension, fear, nervousness, and perhaps a slight hint of... anticipation?

However, what she didn't know was that her poor lie had long been seen through, Spirit simply didn't bother arguing with her.

Seeing the slowly rising right hand, Vivian let out a small "ah" and nervously shut her eyes.

Yet, just when she prepared for reprimand, the scolding she anticipated never came. Instead, a warm hand gently landed on her head, softly ruffling her hair like petting a passing kitten.