I'm not going to be an Spirit! (Translate)

Sunlight streamed through the display windows, casting a glow on the wide variety of clothing, making each piece shimmer with its own unique luster.

The rich yet gentle lighting created an atmosphere reminiscent of a fashion runway, allowing each outfit to present itself like a work of art.

Clothes of all styles were hung neatly on the racks—from refreshing floral dresses to elegant gowns—a dazzling array, as if one had stepped into a dreamlike fashion warehouse.

High heels were lined up tidily, with all sorts of styles catering to different fashion tastes. Delicate handbags were arranged on the counters, showcasing exquisite designs and an air of elegance.

As customers moved among the clothes, upbeat music played softly in the background, adding a touch of enjoyment to the shopping experience.

This was one of the most highly rated women's clothing stores in Tokyo.

From six-year-olds to sixty-year-olds, anyone could find what they wanted here.

"Haa..."

The moment she stepped into the store, a fresh scent of fabric washed over her.

Wool released a warm cashmere fragrance, cotton clothes carried a light botanical scent, and silk exuded a soft, floral aroma.

Mamika Kirameki took a deep breath, clearly enjoying herself, a genuine smile curling at the corners of her lips.

Back in her original world, she had been a frequent visitor to clothing shops.

But ever since arriving in this world, it seemed as if only misfortunes awaited her, leaving her no time at all to relax.

Coming to the clothing store today to help Natsumi Kyouno dress up beautifully wasn't just to help her—it was also a way for Mamika to relax herself.

However, unlike Mamika Kirameki, who moved effortlessly among the rows of clothing like a seasoned shopper, Natsumi Kyouno seemed tense and careful, as though afraid she might accidTachibanally touch and soil the beautiful garments.

This pair with such contrasting personalities quickly drew the attention of a sales assistant.

"Hello, little ladies. Do you need any help?"

Meeting Mamika gaze, the shop assistant quickly approached with a friendly smile.

Her service attitude remained excellent and showed no sign of looking down on them for being children.

"Hi! We're looking to buy some clothes."

The outgoing and cheerful Mamika Kirameki showed no sign of stage fright and gestured toward Natsumi Kyouno, who was hiding behind her. "Do you have anything suitable for this kid? Something cute would be best!"

"Of course we do. Please follow me."

Sensing Natsumi Kyouno unease, the professional shop assistant smiled gently.

She didn't speak directly to Natsumi but merely assessed her height, then led the two girls into the children's clothing section.

"Little Tsumi, is there anything you like?"

Eyes sparkling with excitement, Mamika pointed to a particularly eye-catching princess dress. "I think that one would look great on you! Want to try it?"

Natsumi Kyouno gaze followed her finger, but she immediately shook her head like a rattle drum.

It was a pink princess dress, made of soft tulle that was light and floaty, like fairy wings dancing in the air.

The hem was adorned with delicate lace and intricate embroidery, resembling pink clouds gently drifting down.

A tasseled necklace, sparkling hair clips—every detail radiated a girl's playfulness and cuteness.

Wearing such a princess dress would instantly transform any little girl into a fairy-tale princess—just the kind of dress that most Elementary school girls would be unable to resist.

"No, no, no, absolutely not!"

Natsumi protested firmly. "If you want me to wear that, I'm leaving right now!"

"Aww... But I really think it would suit you..."

Seeing her reaction, Mamika could only sigh regretfully and give up—at least for now.

But she wasn't giving up entirely.

"How about this one?"

"Nope!"

"This one's got to be okay, right?"

"No way!"

"Ughhh, Natsu, you're so stubborn! Then we'll just have to go with this one!"

"Even less okay!!!"

Mamika Kirameki taste aligned perfectly with the aesthetics of a children's fantasy world—every outfit she picked was vibrant and eye-catching, the kind that would instantly turn the wearer into the most dazzling girl on the street.

In other words, they were the kind of outfits little girls adored.

But Natsumi Kyouno wasn't a little girl—or at least not a typical one. Faced with Mamika enthusiastic recommendations, she turned into a rejection machine.

"If you're looking for suggestions, I think this dress might be a good choice."

Having watched the girls' interaction with amusement, the shop assistant finally stepped in with a hand over her mouth to hide a chuckle. She picked up a dress and said, "This little one doesn't seem to like overly flashy clothes. How about trying this one?"

What she presented was a pure white dress.

As white and flawless as freshly fallen snow, the dress was made of soft, cloud-like fabric that gently flowed along the body's curves.

The hem was subtly adorned with lace, and a blue ribbon at the neckline added a delicate touch of refinement.

Staring at the dress, a look of hesitation crossed Natsumi Kyouno face.

From her expression, it was clear that she still wanted to reject it.

She was currently wearing a plain long-sleeve shirt and dull casual pants—nothing stood out except for her striking green hair.

With such a bland and boring sense of fashion, there was no way she'd jump straight into wearing a white dress.

But perhaps because Mamika previous picks had been so overwhelmingly unacceptable, this otherwise-unacceptable white dress now seemed... less objectionable by comparison.

After a long moment of hesitation, Natsumi finally gave a reluctant nod.

"Well... I don't really think it suits me, but since it's the only option..."

Under the hopeful gazes of the shop assistant and Mamika, Natsumi reluctantly accepted the dress and stepped into the fitting room.

Rustling sounds followed, the kind that tickled one's curiosity.

"Natsu? Need any help?"

After a long wait with no sign of Natsumi emerging, Mamika knocked gently, thinking maybe she didn't know how to put the dress on.

"N-no... I'm fine..."

"Are you done changing?"

"Yes, I finished... changing..."

"Then come out and show us!"

"Ugh..."

The fitting room door slowly creaked open.

Natsumi Kyouno peeked her head out, her cheeks flushed as she said bashfully, "It feels so windy… I'm not used to this at all."

"Changes always feel unfamiliar at first! But it's a good thing!"

"You're not allowed to make fun of me, okay?"

"Of course I won't!"

Only after Mamika promised repeatedly did Natsumi take small, timid steps out of the fitting room.

"So... how do I look?"

Natsumi nervously pinched the hem of her skirt and said awkwardly, "It doesn't suit me at all, right? Someone like me..."

"Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!"

But before Natsumi could even finish speaking, Mamika Kirameki face lit up with uncontainable joy.

"You look just like an angel!"