In front of the Dian Cecht Familia's clinic, a girl in a white dress stood there, calm on the surface but inwardly nervous, waiting for the arrival of the person she had arranged to meet.
Since morning, she had carefully dressed herself up, taking out a mirror every five minutes to check her makeup.
Although it was only light makeup, it perfectly brought out the girl's beauty.
The members of the Familia who were on duty were all extremely concerned by how she was acting.
Just what kind of person could possibly have the honor of going on a date with their Airmid?
Everyone was curious.
Only one person looked as if his eyes were about to split open, the resentment pouring off him making people afraid to approach.
If one looked over—that vengeful spirit-like thing was actually Dian Cecht himself.
At that moment, the white-haired God was lying by the window, staring fixedly at the far end of the road, wanting to memorize the appearance of the "pest" that was infringing on his profits!
The appointed time was getting close.
A figure appeared there at last, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
And then they saw—a girl.
'???'
'Not a man?'
When they saw that the person who appeared was a girl, half of the people who were peeking suddenly lost interest.
Some even felt disappointed.
The only one who was happy was Dian Cecht.
"Oh, so it's just girls being close with each other. That's fine. As long as it's not with a man—"
'Huh?'
Just as he was taking that for granted, that girl simply walked right past Airmid.
She did not speak, nor did she greet her.
At most, she only gave Airmid a few extra glances.
That was easy enough to understand.
After all, she was a beautiful girl that look like an angel.
Even someone of the same sex could not possibly ignore that kind of beauty.
If she appeared before someone in desperate need of salvation, they might even kneel and worship her on the spot.
'No, that was not the point!'
Airmid had not greeted her either.
So they did not actually know each other? The people who had already felt disappointed suddenly became expectant again.
Just then, the figure of a boy appeared.
A white-haired boy with a handsome face.
Because of his young age, his features still leaned somewhat toward softness. He was tall, straight, and slender, dressed in a neat shirt.
"Th-that is—!"
"Isn't that Yōtōsai?!"
"Is it? So that's how it is? No wonder Airmid spoke to him last time!"
"S-so handsome..."
"Mmm, what a handsome human boy. In the future, he'll definitely make quite a few girls cry."
"What did you say?! If he made Airmid cry, I absolutely won't forgive him! The Dian Cecht Familia will treat him as its greatest enemy!"
Rayleigh's footsteps suddenly paused.
'Uh...'
Through his perception of Reiraku, he discovered that a whole crowd of people were closely watching him.
And the emotions transmitted through those spiritual threads were extremely lively.
So he immediately realized that a large group over at the clinic was secretly peeking this way.
The sound of him stopping was a little louder than usual, startling the girl who had been standing there like a painting.
Airmid raised her head, her bright eyes turning toward the top of the steps, and then a gleam flowed through them.
Before Rayleigh could come closer, she had already taken the initiative to walk toward him.
"Rayleigh-san, you're here... ah!"
Because she had been too anxious and did not watch her footing, the girl tripped and pitched forward toward the ground.
Rayleigh reacted quickly and immediately stepped forward to catch her.
The first thought that came to his mind the moment he caught the girl in his arms was that she was really very petite.
And that she smelled very nice.
It seemed that most of the beautiful girls he knew naturally carried this kind of refreshing, pleasant fragrance.
"Careful. Are you alright?"
Although he had caught her, the inertia from falling, as well as the body's instinctive tensing of bones and muscles when encountering danger, could still cause injury.
Without waiting for the girl to answer, Rayleigh's palm had already begun channeling Kaidō, sending healing power into her body.
'Warmth.'
That warm feeling made Airmid feel her whole body heat up slightly.
"Mm..." She let out a small sound, then immediately shut her mouth tightly.
Only when Rayleigh asked if she was alright did she answer, "I-I'm fine. Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was stepping."
"What is there to apologize for? As long as you aren't hurt, that's what matters."
Rayleigh placed both hands under the girl's arms and helped her up like a small animal.
Only then did he calmly look over the girl's appearance today.
The white chiffon blouse with frills suited her very well, and the fitted waist was especially charming.
Her light, fluttering short skirt, and the cute mini bag slung diagonally across her chest.
Her fine silver-white hair was like exquisite silk, clearly cared for with great attention, smooth and not frizzy in the slightest.
Not a single stray hair stuck up anywhere.
There was a Dian Cecht emblem on the beret on top of her head.
"Then... let's go."
Rayleigh held out a hand to the girl, thinking that this way she would not trip again.
A subtle flush appeared on Airmid's face.
She placed her hand in Rayleigh's palm, and the two of them walked away hand in hand, leaving the sight of the Dian Cecht crowd.
The white-haired God nearly ground his teeth to pieces.
He clenched his fists, his pupils bloodshot, inwardly swearing that he would definitely drive away the pest approaching his property!
Bang!
"Gah—my back!!!"
"This is bad! Lord Dian Cecht fell off his chair!"
"Hurry, call a Healer!"
...
Rayleigh took Airmid around the streets for a while and watched a street performance with her.
After that, they arrived at the café Alise had once visited.
However, he did not notice the shop owner's look of disgust, as if she were looking at trash.
He only found it strange why the attitude of the service this time was so much worse than last time.
At lunchtime, the two of them arrived at the Hostess of Fertility.
For Rayleigh, this was a place he wanted to avoid getting too involved with, but Airmid was very interested in the shop.
Although this place had all kinds of hidden circumstances behind it, the shop itself was still quite good.
By this world's standards of beauty, the Hostess of Fertility's décor was among the most fashionable and trendy in all of Orario.
But in Rayleigh's eyes, a place like the Flame Bee Pavilion, which had a stronger sense of fantasy, was actually more distinctive.
After the two sat down, Anya came over holding the menu.
"Please order, nya."
The moment Rayleigh saw her, he could not help thinking of a stray orange cat he had fed once before, so he smiled and greeted her.
"Hello, Anya. Long time no see."
"Mm! It's you, long time no see, nya. Please order more expensive dishes so Anya's evaluation goes up, nya!"
Airmid curiously looked around at the shop's décor
It seemed her taste also followed this world's mainstream aesthetics.
Rayleigh asked, "Airmid, what kind of flavor do you like? Salty, sweet, or spicy?"
"Mm... I want to try spicy."
'Hm?'
Looking at the girl, who seemed a little eager to try it, Rayleigh nodded.
Then he looked through the menu and found the dishes marked as containing chili peppers.
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