“This is so unfair...... We Japanese will never win something like this.” “Can I take a picture?! Just one picture!” Standing in front of the boys, who swarmed around them, the three girls looked menacing with their thug-like expressions. “Don’t come any closer!” “Don’t take a picture of her! No, we are not going to take your money!” “Don’t you know the basic rules of cosplay? You’ll be kicked out of the venue if you take a picture without permission!” ......In case you were wondering, they were supposed to be innocent daughters from good families. They were definitely not the kind of girls who would usually talk like this. Looking at Alisa’s appearance here, perhaps they had an extraordinary obsession when it comes to cosplay. (What does that mean? Could it be that all three of them are in the crafts club? Oh......that makes sense. There were a lot of passionate......people there.) Masachika’s eyes were a little distant as he recalled the past with the handicraft club. Then Alisa glanced at Masachika, shyly covering her ears with her hands. “Oh, don’t look at me too much, it’s...... embarrassing.” “......No, if you’re embarrassed by that quality, what about me?” At these words, Alya also looked at Masachika’s pointy hat and robe and raised the corners of her mouth a little. “Well...... It’s good, isn’t it?” “Isn’t it ridiculous?” “That’s not true, okay? And if you had a wand with a star on the end, it would be perfect.” “This isn’t a playground.”