The pendulum of the mechanical clock on the wall swung leisurely, making a clacking sound, sometimes accompanying this rhythmic and crisp sound while reading a book for an afternoon was also a rare enjoyment.

Although it seemed that the inhabitants of the room were not in the mood for that now.

"Oh, no, no, Tiran, your taste in clothing is terrible, why are they all such weird clothes? It feels too flashy." Princess Tiran's wardrobe was ruthlessly criticized by Vivian, one of the secrets and pride of a girl.

"... "

"You're nearly eighteen, why do you have these strange T-shirts?" as she spoke, Vivian pulled out two white T-shirts printed with "designs," or rather, drawings.

"You give me a break! Don't wander around with those painful shirts! Don't you have any sense of shame?!" Unable to bear it any longer, Princess Tiran grabbed the two painful shirts from Vivian's hand, pointing accusatively at her mother holding the fishtail pajamas.

"Huh? I thought Tiran liked girls with big breasts, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief..." Vivian patted her chest, showing a relieved expression.

"Gulp!" As if choked, the Princess cleared her throat and turned around as if deflated, hugging the two painful shirts a bit guiltily. "Y-you know, who, who would like girls with such big breasts..."

*Sharkfeelingguilty.jpg*

A loud thud echoed in the room.

The three individuals turned towards the sound and saw Mimi picking up the hardcover novel that she had brought for the Queen earlier, now fallen to the ground, with shaking hands.

Under the gaze of the three, the head maid slowly walked to the coffee table and placed the book down, bowing to Vivian. "Your book, Your Highness, has been brought to you."

"Uh, thank you."

"...Well, Tiran, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave..." her voice quivered.

"Oh...okay." The Princess, holding the two painful shirts, somehow felt a bit influenced by Mimi's emotions.

"So, you don't like girls with big breasts?" the head maid lowered her eyes, glancing at her own chest's ups and downs.

"Wait, that's not what I meant!"

"Sorry! I'll go have them reduced!" Mimi hurriedly left, leaving the three in disarray.

"I hope Mimi won't do anything silly, right?" Tiran asked weakly through the contract.

"Who knows...life isn't simple," Aya sighed.

"Tiran really has great sins," Vivian sighed as well.

"It's because you were the one who started it all...hey, stop rummaging!" Tiran had just sat down and saw her mother once again turning back to search through her closet.

"But if Mom doesn't wear your clothes, she won't have anything to wear, she didn't bring her own~"

"Cut it out! There are tailors in the castle who can make clothes, she just wants to go through mine!" Vivian pouted.

"But it takes time to custom make them, right..." Vivian looked sadly.

"Then I'll take you shopping in the city right now, it'll be a good experience to live like common people...huh?"

The Princess's fins...I mean, hands, propped on the table, proposed a solution firmly, but Vivian suddenly leaned softly against the sliding door of the wardrobe, covering her face with her left hand and sobbing a bit, whether it was genuine or just an act was hard to tell.

"Just because I haven't seen you in a long time and wanted to feel your daughter's scent..." The Princess was left puzzled, as she herself was the kind who yielded to gentle persuasion, especially when it came to her mother, whom she may have not seen for a long time.

Only Aya, standing behind Tiran at the coffee table and munching on a half-eaten piece of cake left by the Princess, noticed something was amiss. After swallowing the remaining cake, she raised Tiran's teacup realizing the situation.

Hey hey, even if she's her mom, she wouldn't do something creepy like sniffing her daughter's clothes, right? Queen, are you some kind of scent fetishist?

"Fine! Wear whatever you want! I give up, is that alright with you!" Tiran ran her hand through her hair, eventually giving up on arguing with her mother, allowing Vivian to continue searching for her daughter's clothes without guilt.

"Oh, come on, Mom! You have all these pretty clothes stored here!" These were the formal dresses Tiran used for special occasions, there shouldn't be any everyday clothes...wait a moment.

"Oh, almost forgot." The Princess sighed, covering her face.

Apart from the formal attire for special occasions, there also seemed to be clothes made by Mimi. It had to be admitted, as the head maid, Mimi had maxed out her skills, and as a tailor, she could easily match up with a professional.

Although not comparable in design and craftsmanship to a professional, her close observation of Tiran's style and measurements made it clear. Sometimes when Tiran gained a little weight, Mimi could make a perfect new outfit the next day to match.

...In a way, it was a bit nerve-wracking, even though Mimi had never asked to take her measurements, does that mean it was all done by eye measurement?