The Ordinary Sorcerer's Fun Otherworld Villain Play - Chapter 15 - Costume Fitting

Storage!! Storage!

[Player storage still cannot fully—]

“Shut up!! I don’t have a hobby of having girls attend me in such a state!! Obey, storage! Open!! I’ll smash you to pieces!!! Spell deploy,  ‘Word Command’!!”

“””Kyaa!”””

At the same time the three calamity girls let out small screams.

“It’s an order, open.”

[Wha— you expanded the spell target even to the system!? Curse King—fu, Player, you really are…!]

Vmmmm.

A sound like a disgruntled Golden Retriever’s bark.

A hole opened in the void.

“Storage, produce clothes!”

“That’s… Curse, you couldn’t possibly…”

“…Interfering with space through mana?”

“Demon realm…?”

The three naked girls looked blank somehow.

That wasn’t what mattered now!

There was the old man mask! There should be other things too!

If it was my storage with an item collecting habit from playing Life Field twice—

I felt a touch on my thrust-in hand—

[Item acquired – “Dark Night Combat Clothing” ×3 ※This is guild combat uniform]

“Got it!”

What I pulled out was black—so-called street sportswear.

Top and bottom set, hoodie and sweatpants.

And a set of black high-tech sports sneakers.

A unique item from Life Field’s world view that was a subtle mix of fluffy medieval fantasy and sci-fi.

“Put this on—”

Buzzzz!

A beep sound, and an X mark clearly floated on the clothes I held.

[This item has user registration. “Snowman” and “Apocalypse King †nana†”, “Longomyniad Ishii”]

“Ah.”

What revived were memories of my youth.

Only one month had passed since release.

But, memories that existed with friends I met in Life Field’s online multi.

Large-scale PVE I ran through with guild members, interpersonal total war that got heated with shit specs.

This was the memorable guild uniform we all coordinated and made using the design function at that time.

“Delete all user registrations! Come on, wear it, wear it! Put this on!”

That wasn’t what mattered!

Sorry everyone, I’d use guild master authority!

“Eh, ah, wha, th-thank you… my king, this is… eh, this texture…? This feel is—”

“My lord, you, this, did  weave mithril and orichalcum!? A-age of gods material, moreover, mineralizing fibers is a technique only a few people in history have achieved even among dwarf smiths…”

“Fuhe, smooth and feels good. …But, baggy?”

“Ah, that’s a special material. It changes size to fit the body, just put it on quickly, this situation is bad for the eyes… no. …How long do you plan to expose your naked bodies before me? Unpleasant.”

“Ah! Curse, I apologize… ah, somehow, good…”

“Ugh, aha. Strange, Curse, your cold eyes, how…”

“Fuhe, Curse is looking at me with contemptuous eyes… the place being seen feels hot…”

The moment I handed over the clothes, the clothes themselves conformed to their skin and were donned.

I didn’t remember well, but in Life Field’s setting there was some super civilization that perished in the past or something like that.

I was too absorbed in character builds and combat so I didn’t remember settings much.

“…Snowman-san and the others were super into lore analysis.”

While feeling nostalgic, I stared at them wearing clothes.

“Amazing… mana protection and enhancement magic… so light…”

“Not just that… our curse presence is fading? I feel something similar to strong divine protection.”

“Fuhe, even though I’m hated by gods, this doesn’t tingle. Plus it’s cool…”

Whoa, amazing.

Before my eyes was a scene like a street fashion show.

Seriously beautiful girls looked cool when dressed in black like this.

…Oops, no good no good. I had to return to villain roleplay.

Phew, I had my pace taken by the destructive power of nudity.

“I’ll give those to you. Think of them as proof you’re my comrades.”

“Curse, a gift from my king… not just a name but clothes too… ah, so that’s what it means, Curse.”

“…Fu. Curse, I’m a woman who only knows fighting, who can only seek ways to kill. Yet you… what an odd person, my lord.”

“Fuhe, fuhe. R-r-receiving a pr-present from someone for the first time… the b-bond between Master and me, a form—I won’t give this to anyone.”

I didn’t understand what it meant, I wasn’t an odd person, and it wasn’t a bond.

It was a provision.

Well, they seemed satisfied somehow so good!

Still, they really suited them.

Though they were my guild members’ hand-me-downs from the game, they really stood out when these girls wore them.

“Curse, is this perhaps a snow design? Fufu, you’re not just strong and terrifying. …I’m happy, it reminds me of my now distant homeland.”

White’s clothes were what “Snowman-san” used before.

The one-point snow crystal from chest to stomach that I put in at Snowman-san’s request was obvious.

“Curse, my clothes are nice, I like them. A short sword, perhaps? An older god than the 7 Great Gods, one of the seven tools of Aru the magic god who gave magic to people? You’re knowledgeable about history too.”

Scarlet’s was… nana-san’s clothes.

That reaction reminded me of nana-san. They were a severe case of chuunibyou but were they doing well?

“Fuhe, Curse’s design is cute. Mine is a moon… happy… a crescent moon, I like crescent moons too.”

Kuro’s was Ishii-san’s.

I wondered if Ishii-san was still doing constellation observation.

We talked about having an offline meetup and camping someday but it didn’t come true.

They seemed to be working adults but I wondered if they were doing well at work.

“””Curse, thank you.”””

“Good. Hmph… still, even a pack mule looks decent in proper clothes, huh.”

“Pa–pack mule? Curse, what’s that supposed to mean?”

White tilted her head.

Ah, words translated but not proverbs.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s a turn of phrase. Sorry they’re my handmade items but bear with them for a while.”

“Curse made for me, for me, clothes with even snow crystal designs…”

“Curse, I won’t forget what you did for me… I’ll repay with endless devotion and work.”

“Curse, I-I-I-I, you know, I’ll do my best, how many heads of your enemies should I offer, ah…”

“Fu…”

No good, these guys’ faces were getting scary again somehow.

But—

“““Curse, once again—we, the Three Knights of Calamity, pledge ourselves to you.”””

Oh, quite subordinate-like.

Seems my perfect charismatic villain role succeeded, good!

Fu, I wanted to know defeat.

“Curse, you gave us names, gave us clothes.”

“Curse, you gave us meaning to live.”

“Curse, you gave us bonds.”

Hmm, not really anything besides clothes and names though.

Pouring cold water would be that.

I understood that kind of subtlety because I had high communication skills.

“Therefore, Curse. From this moment our life, our full capabilities are yours.”

“Please let us hear your wish, we will fulfill it. Even at the cost of these lives.”

Wish?

…Huh. Now that I think about it—

What was it that I actually want to do?

I mean, sure, I wanted to play the villain in another world.

That much is certain.

But… if you ask whether it’s something worth gathering companions for—

“““Curse, please… tell us your wish. We want to share your dream with you.”””

“““Even if that dream means the end of the world—if it’s with you, we don’t mind.”””

I had forgotten.

These guys were real evil and crazy.

I had no intention of destroying the world for now.

I should skillfully guide these guys’ mysterious enthusiasm…

No, wait.

Could this be that?

“””Give us any order, our cursed master.”””

…Could I do an evil plan unveiling event?