By the time Remilia leisurely made her way down to the lounge, Flandre was already eagerly devouring her second massive serving of sweet pudding.
"Eat slower, no one is going to actively steal it from your plate!" Remilia said, thoroughly speechless as she looked down at Flandre, who already had sugary crumbs scattered all around her mouth.
"Yes there is! Big Sister always steals from Flandre..." Flandre mumbled back mid-chew, before smugly taking another huge bite to secure her prize.
Remilia took two deep, centering breaths. She is my own flesh-and-blood sister, I must endure, I must endure...
After successfully calming her rising irritation, she finally sat down at the head of the table. The moment she settled into her chair, Sakuya Izayoi stepped forward with a flawless, graceful glide, placing a third fresh serving of pudding directly in front of her.
Witnessing that specific plate materialize, Flandre's ruby eyes widened in utter shock. "Wait... weren't there strictly only two servings of sweet pudding prepared in total?"
"Not at all. The Eldest Mistress noted that the Second Mistress played video games for far too long yesterday evening, so she specifically instructed me to make a special, extra serving just for you," Sakuya Izayoi explained with an impeccable, knowing smile.
"So the portion Flandre just ate was actually her own bonus all along... it wasn't Big Sister's portion!" Flandre slumped back, looking profoundly disappointed.
Hearing this confession, Remilia immediately connected the dots. This clever little brat had explicitly assumed there were only two servings in the entire kitchen; she had rushed to devour them both so that Remilia wouldn't get to taste a single bite. Thinking of this, the older vampire didn't know whether to be genuinely angry or thoroughly amused by the pettiness.
"Flandre, you absolute little brat, has it been far too many days since you last received a proper sisterly spanking?!"
Hearing her elder sister's direct, dangerous threat, Flandre decisively backed down from the table, scurrying over to hide her small frame entirely behind Patchouli Knowledge's chair. This comical sight caused everyone at the breakfast table to burst into a fresh wave of lively laughter.
After finishing their pleasant breakfast, the group decided it was high time to go out and see the actual urban sights of Kazimierz, so they gathered their belongings and headed out the front doors together.
"Patchy, don't you need to stay in the room to read your ancient history books anymore?" Flandre asked, looking up at Patchouli, who had seamlessly followed the group outside, with a face full of genuine confusion.
Patchouli smiled gently down at her, taking Flandre's small hand in her own. "It was Remi's suggestion. She noted that since we have traveled so far out, walking around more is highly beneficial for our general physical health. Besides, knowledge gathered purely from old books belongs entirely to the past, while the vibrant culture we witness with our own eyes represents the absolute present. This is also highly beneficial for our long-term observation of Terra."
Flandre didn't quite grasp the complex philosophical reasoning, but she was deeply happy that Patchouli was joining the outdoor excursion. Of course, Patchouli also possessed an unspoken, tactical motive: if their entire party didn't explicitly evacuate the hotel together, how could they give the local corporate spies a completely clear window to illegally investigate their empty rooms?
But Flandre didn't care about any of those underlying politics; she only knew that everyone was out playing together, and that made her perfectly happy.
Just over ten minutes after the group's departure, a team of specialized agents from the Commercial Federation quietly arrived at the hotel.
Utilizing master keys, they thoroughly searched the three connected rooms where the five individuals were staying, turning everything inside and out. However, they found absolutely nothing unusual. They discovered no concealed murder weapons, no trace of blood, and even their highly sensitive Originium sensing equipment detected zero active caster energy or volatile particles in the air.
This specific technical reading meant that the high-tier Originium Arts hanging over the slaughtered Ingra Family last night could not have possibly been cast by anyone in this suite. After all, for an active Originium Art to maintain a massive physical density for that many consecutive hours, the inner Originium crystals within the caster's body would surely have to remain very active. Such high-output spellcasting inevitably left lingering radioactive traces of Originium activity in their living space.
However, the baseline Originium activity across the three hotel rooms was recorded as extremely low—practically non-existent—which mathematically proved they hadn't utilized any Arts at all. This concrete data further reduced the state's lingering suspicion against the foreign tourists to absolute zero.
Meanwhile, Flandre's group walked leisurely through the commercial district, casually asking the passing locals for directions, and soon arrived at the entrance of a massive, multi-story luxury shopping mall.
"Are we going inside a mall?" Flandre asked curiously, standing at the grand glass entrance.
"That is correct," Remilia stated proudly. "Clothing design is an undeniable component of local culture, and a particularly important one at that. It just so happens that we haven't changed our primary outfits in a very long time."
The moment Remilia finished her declaration, Flandre nodded her head in absolute agreement. "True! Big Sister has literally always worn this exact same outfit. Even though we can easily use our magic to instantly clean and refresh them, you have still been wearing the same style for ages."
With that shared thought in mind, the group happily marched inside the bustling complex.
"Flandre, look at this specific piece over here, what do you think of it!" Remilia called out a few minutes later, walking over while holding up a gorgeous, elaborate princess dress.
"It looks super good, looks super good!" Flandre nodded enthusiastically.
"Then go try it on right now!" Remilia immediately stuffed the heavy fabric directly into Flandre's startled hands.
"Wait... weren't we explicitly buying a new outfit for Big Sister?!" Flandre gasped, completely shocked by the sudden reversal.
"Since we are already physically inside the store, Flandre should obviously get a brand new outfit too!" Remilia stated, puffing out her chest as if it were the most natural law in the universe.
After saying her piece, she pointed a pale finger toward a sophisticated set of tailored clothes resembling a sharp corporate suit—specifically child-sized—that Sakuya Izayoi had brought over from a nearby rack. "See? That is the one I have already selected for myself."
"Ehh~ I don't think that plain suit looks good on you at all, Big Sister!" Flandre pouted, looking left and right across the glamorous boutique. Suddenly, her eyes lit up like bright stars. She sprinted directly to the entrance of a specialized boutique further down the corridor, pointing excitedly at the display mannequins inside. "Big Sister, I think this specific style suits your personality much better!"
Remilia walked over leisurely to take a look. Goodness gracious... the store was completely filled with incredibly gorgeous, high-end Gothic Lolita-style clothing.
Moreover, the local Kazimierz designer seemed to possess a genuine, uncanny understanding of the occult; the tailored designs were beautifully dark and psychedelic, perfectly capturing the exact visual essence of how humans in her old memories imagined elegant imps and high-tier vampires.
Remilia looked up at the beautifully stylized shop sign: [Witch Feast].
"Witch Feast? Now this looks pretty good," Remilia murmured, an appreciative glint in her eyes. She was thoroughly satisfied with these highly detailed, mysterious garments; they indeed fit the regal image of a Scarlet Devil vampire perfectly. She took Flandre firmly by the hand and stepped directly inside.
Ten minutes later, the two of them walked out of the boutique, each triumphantly carrying a large, premium shopping bag. Then, they navigated through the crowds to locate the rest of their companions.
Among the group, Hong Meiling had already successfully chosen her new attire.
She had selected an adult-sized, pure black, formal suit paired with a crisp white shirt and a dark pair of sleek sunglasses. Standing there with her tall build, the outfit gave her the distinct, imposing vibe of a high-class, suit-wearing corporate thug or a legendary mafia enforcer.
Sakuya Izayoi hadn't selected a single item for herself yet, while Patchouli Knowledge was standing near a mirror, hesitating intensely.
"Patchy, what is wrong?" Remilia asked as the duo walked over to join them.
Patchouli pointed a reluctant finger at two entirely different sets of clothes hanging in front of her, letting out a soft sigh. "Which one of these do you honestly think looks better on me?"
Remilia analyzed the two outfits carefully. One was a very casual, incredibly comfortable-looking pastel pink tracksuit, while the other was styled as a classic, refined "literary girl" ensemble—highly reminiscent of a sophisticated student look featuring a soft red cardigan, a delicate lace short-sleeved shirt, and a beautifully tiered flowing skirt. Both choices looked exceptionally suitable for Patchouli's scholarly demeanor.
While the older vampire was quietly debating the merits of both, Flandre, standing right beside them, directly stated that there was absolutely nothing to agonize over.
"Since it is so hard to choose, why not just buy both of them? It isn't like we lack the physical cash anyway!"
Hearing Flandre's blunt logic, Remilia experienced a sudden, glorious epiphany. Indeed, why bother wasting precious time agonizing over which single item to purchase? Only children make hard choices; true adults take absolutely everything they want.
She made a prompt, decisive motion with her hand, handing over their newly acquired cash to purchase both outfits immediately.
Finally, the entire group turned their collective gaze toward Sakuya Izayoi, who was standing quietly to the side.
The head maid looked down at her own immaculate attire, smoothing out her apron. "I shall pass on the shopping today, Mistress. This standard maid uniform is quite fine for daily tasks."
But the others all loudly insisted that since the entire household was already gathered at the mall, she absolutely must buy something new for herself. After hesitating under the group pressure for a brief moment, Sakuya subconsciously began walking toward the specialized domestic uniform section of the department store, but her arm was instantly grabbed and held tight by Flandre.
"Sakuya! You aren't seriously planning to just buy another generic maid uniform just to rotate it with the one you are currently wearing, are you?!"
"What else would I choose? I am a professional maid, so it is only reasonable for me to wear a maid uniform at all times," Sakuya Izayoi replied, her voice filled with pure, unyielding professionalism.
"That absolutely won't do! If you just buy another maid uniform, then this entire shopping trip was for nothing!" Flandre held onto her waist tightly, completely refusing to let her walk toward the domestic aisle.
Remilia, standing nearby, nodded her head in firm agreement with Flandre's stance. "Sakuya, why don't you try stepping outside your comfort zone and try something entirely different for once?"
"But I..." Sakuya Izayoi tried to politely persuade Remilia to drop the matter.
Just then, Patchouli glanced over at Hong Meiling's imposing figure, and a sudden flash of creative inspiration struck her brilliant mind.
"Meiling's new suit is pure black. Sakuya, why don't you try on a similar, sharply tailored suit... but in pure white?"