If the devil is a transvestite

Chapter 21
"By the way, you didn't give me alcohol, did you? Although I don't drink often, I can still tell the difference between alcohol mixed with water and good wine."

"Hehe..." I laughed dryly, and was actually recognized (do you think your IQ is standard for everyone).

"I don't know why, but thank you anyway."

"You're welcome."

"So, can you pass me the towel and clothes?" Sister Grena said that the topic of ladies is inseparable from clothing. When making friends, you can properly put each other in a harmless and intimate position, but you must pay attention Proper, can not do anything that damages the image of the Boglier family.

The frequency of my mention of Bogriel seems to be a bit high.

I miss home.

I want to be a father who is always strict outside but always teases me when I come home, I want to be a mommy who doesn’t talk much every day but makes good buns, and I want to marry a small country and become a princess. Sister Grena, who smiled gently at me, and even Anthony, who has always been against me, are not so annoying in memory.

"Okay... wait a minute!" Hill threw the clothes to me, jumped up and disappeared.

I looked around in amazement, and when I made sure there was no movement (for a dull and big-hearted person like you, you won’t even notice it when it detects you), then I slowly put on my petticoat.

When I tied the knot on the lace of my outer skirt, Hill came back. She didn't say anything, and I didn't ask. The way back to the camp was as silent as when I came.

Summer wasn't in the camp, so the two chicken sausages I found had a very reasonable home.

Hill offered to watch the night, which saved me a lot of trouble - I planned to "exchange feelings" with the magic mirror, and by the way sold it badly. The first day Miss Ben came out, she suffered all the grievances of the past 17 years.

"Our honorable Miss Pei Nina finally remembered her poor old magic mirror that no one wanted. I thought I would spend my whole life with makeup boxes..."

"Don't think so."

"Eh?"

"I can smash you right now, and fulfill your whole life in the makeup box."

"Hmph, little girl, I'm an omnipotent magic mirror, do you think you can get rid of me by simply smashing me... Can you let me out first?"

My face reflected in the magic mirror was a bit haggard, and I was dressed in a black dress as if I were going to a funeral, except for a white flower on my chest.But that's not important, I didn't call it out to let it "judge the second lady of the Beauglier family" aesthetics.Without giving the magic mirror a chance to break my mouth, I poured out the mess of natural disasters and man-made disasters I encountered (?) like a cannonball "boom bang" to the magic mirror (the magic mirror with a confused face: Since when did I also serve as an adventure consultant?)

"Are you injured?" The magic mirror looked a little nervous. (Did you spot it from the change in texture on its silver-wrapped floral-gold frame? I'd have to order a couple of 666's for your stupidity.) Huh?Am I wrong?The old and unscrupulous Magic Mirror actually has humane emotional expressions like nervousness. As a sharp weapon for my father to monitor me, he didn't severely criticize my incompetence or justly accuse me of being incompetent. For the sake of the company, at least mention the routine of "you don't come back when you leave this house", right?Or am I misunderstanding the magic mirror all this time...

(End of this chapter)