Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 295 - 93 Shopping

The trio had been wandering the market for quite a while.

Medea, despite complaining that there was nothing good, ended up buying a bunch of new clothes, skirts, and shoes, all of which she dumped on Aske to carry, while Thira snickered from the side.

However, her laughter was soon cut short as Medea dragged her off to get a manicure.

"I can’t." Thira shook her head repeatedly, "I’m a Spellcaster, impurities on my nails will affect the stability of my sorcery..."

"What’s the big deal, isn’t sister also a Spellcaster?" Medea said, "You have to realize that makeup is a woman’s most powerful magic."

She didn’t bother arguing and took off Thira’s mask, then pulled her into the nail salon, while Aske sat boredly on the steps outside, surrounded by bags of all sizes.

The nail salons in Mingxing City catered to rich ladies or noble young ladies, with naturally steep prices. However, money was not an issue for Medea, and she picked out what she wanted with great enthusiasm.

"How about this shellac?" Medea asked, pointing to a picture.

"It’s too sweet." Thira hesitated, "I’m afraid it’s not suitable for me."

"You naturally have a sweet look." The shop assistant interjected, her tone laced with envy for Thira’s perfect looks, "The mermaid shellac will only enhance your charm, and if you’re worried about it being too flashy, you can try just painting one finger."

"Then let’s go with this one." Medea decided with authority, "We’ll see how it looks once it’s applied."

"I..." Thira was at a loss for words, having always avoided makeup and chemicals in the palace, where it had been her sister Zoe who was obsessed with makeup. And now, she was about to break her own rules right here.

"Is the gentleman outside one of your boyfriends? He could also come in and have a look, men’s taste tends to be more mainstream." The assistant pressed, noticing Thira’s reluctance.

"He’s our shared boyfriend." Medea said.

Assistant: ???

She looked as if she was struck by lightning, as if she had heard something outrageous...

Medea called Aske in and asked him:

"What do you think of this on Thira’s nails? Pretty?"

"Too sweet." Aske said, "Such a style, isn’t it hard to match with clothes?"

"See!" Thira exclaimed as though she had received a pardon.

"Go away, what do you know!" Medea shooed him off impatiently, "Don’t worry, after applying this, sister will match clothes for you."

Thira had tears in her eyes, was her clothing going to be changed too, not just her nails?

Soon the two girls came out. Medea kicked Aske, who was sitting on the steps, and proudly displayed her nails painted with a violet base and decorated with stars.

"Not bad, it suits you." Aske commented.

"Insincere." Medea pouted and pulled Thira over. The latter covered her face with one hand while the fingers of her other hand were painted in girlish pink, except for the index finger, which featured a shellac base.

"Hmm, it’s cute, but it feels somewhat off." Aske pondered, stroking his chin.

"You don’t get it at all." Medea dismissed.

Medea moved with vigor, browsing through a dozen stores, selecting for Thira a sweet open-front sweater for autumn/winter, a pleated skirt with plaid stripes, and a pair of Roman-style braided long boots.

"Does it match now?" She pushed Thira, who was shyly dressed in new clothes, in front of Aske, and asked.

"Amazing." Aske was nearly spellbound, worthy of the "world’s most beautiful Princess" reputation from the old game days. If there were bullet comments now, they’d be flooded with "awsl" and "I need social security" and the like.

Medea read his thoughts and her lips curled into a mischievous smile, as though she was gloating.

"All right, all right, I’m changing back," Thira said weakly, ready to put her Mage Robe back on.

"What are you changing? No way! I’m confiscating that outfit," Medea said, hands on her hips and eyebrows furrowed, "Ever since you’ve been with the Squad Leader, your dressing style has been a mess every day. I need to correct your twisted sense of aesthetics."

Thira was at a loss for words. She didn’t dislike the outfit; she just felt somewhat embarrassed in front of Aske.

After all, I used to be the Empress of the Empire. How can I dress up like a little woman in front of him... She brooded somewhat, ultimately unable to defy Medea and could only weakly follow behind, her posture one of dignity affronted.

"Hey, Peggy?" called out Medea, spotting someone ahead. The group followed her gaze and saw Peggy coming toward them with Mia and Miel—the seventeen-year-old girl holding the hands of two girls around thirteen or fourteen, like an elder sister strolling down the street with her younger siblings.

"Squad Leader!" Peggy exclaimed with joy.

"Are you all out shopping for clothes too?" asked Aske.

"Um," Peggy nodded shyly, her pale neck blushing slightly. She had changed into a white dress with light gold trimmings, tied a cute necktie, and topped it with a chic sun hat, while her feet were adorned with sandals that showed off her charming, rounded toes.

"Squad Leader is staring so hard," Mia said. "He’s mesmerized."

"Peggy wins big," Miel said.

"Cut it out, you two," Aske scolded, bonking each girl on the head.

"Thira, you look very nice in that outfit," Peggy said, her lips twitching slightly as she looked at Thira in her sweet attire.

Thira just smiled. Detecting a hint of rivalry in Peggy’s tone, her earlier embarrassment vanished without a trace, leaving only a peacock-like pride and satisfaction.

"Why didn’t you two buy any clothes?" Medea asked Mia and Miel, "Just busy helping your sister Peggy choose?"

"Right?" Mia said with a cold laugh, "Anyway, we’re so young, no matter how hard we try, the Squad Leader wouldn’t be interested."

"It’s a shame Squad Leader’s not into minors," Miel chimed in.

"The interest in that case would be of a pervert!" Aske retorted.

For no particular reason, he suddenly remembered Hood. If he were here, he’d surely mock Aske for being a lolicon. Aske sighed inwardly.

"Enough, you two little pitiful spirits," Medea said, arms folded, "Sister will take you to pick out clothes."

She led the two young girls onward, and around forty minutes later, she came back with them dressed to the nines. freёnovelkiss.com

Mia was in a cute beige camisole, denim hot pants, bracelets, short socks, and sneakers, which perfectly accentuated her lively cuteness and bubbly personality.

Miel, on the other hand, changed into a white, exquisite princess dress with a pretty bow ribbon, a white frilly skirt, round-toe leather shoes, and combined with her unique pink hair, emerald eyes, and delicate skin that seemed nearly poreless—enough to make any lolicon drool to the point of breaking their tongue.

Damn it, true to the Enchanting Demon’s form, how do you get it so right, Medea? Aske turned his head away, shifting his gaze.

"What’s wrong?" Medea taunted him. "Found your team members too pretty to look at?"

"How could that be possible?" Aske was about to scoff when he saw the hopeful eyes of the two young girls and had to swallow the mockery that was on the tip of his tongue, honestly saying:

"If a perfect score is one hundred, the clothes you picked are a thirty, can’t give you more than that."

"Where did the remaining seventy points go?" Medea smirked.

"Obviously, it’s our girls’ looks," Aske declared unabashedly.

The five vibrant young girls continued their shopping spree, chattering away, like a legendary gravitational pull, attracting the gazes of passersby.

Several confident men even considered approaching them, but seeing the menacing man behind them carrying numerous large and small bags, as well as an assortment of weapons, they hesitated and oddly froze in their steps.

This bodyguard... his carrying capacity is a bit too strong! A normal person would have been crushed by now!

Definitely not an ordinary person, better not mess with him.

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