The Story of a Poor Lady Being Mistaken as the Saint - 87 - Celebration! Manga version ☆ Commemorative SS: "It's a present, Sophia!"
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- 87 - Celebration! Manga version ☆ Commemorative SS: "It's a present, Sophia!"
–One day, in the middle of winter, in the castle.
Vincent, who had become the king, said to me, “You know, Sophia…
“Do you know what Sophia is? I heard that in some countries, there will soon be an event called . Someone with the role of Santa is going to walk around the city handing out presents to children.
“Wow, what an unusual event…
If you can get things for free, people must be overjoyed.
Well, I’m wondering if it’s really such an event.
“But… what do you think? How about we have Christmas here in the Kingdom of Seyfert? We’d love to have you, our most popular guy, play the role of Santa Claus. With a reward, of course…
“Leave it to me! I love kids! “I love kids!
You smile and nod.
–Actually, I was blinded by the word “reward,” but I decided to keep my mouth shut!
And so, about a month later, the Christmas event took place.
On the night of the event, I dressed up in a red, white, strangely short-skirted dress that I thought was for Santa (it was kind of erotic), and went out on the town.
I was so excited to see him.
“- Hey, kids, I got you a present…
–I was supposed to go around handing out gifts, but here’s where I ran into a problem.
After my battle with the Demon King Nibelung, my popularity with the kids was too high. ……!
They don’t care about the small gifts, they want to shake my hand! “They want to shake your hand!
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, everybody get away, get away! Social Disturbance! “Social distancing!
And that’s when I was about to be jostled by a crowd of kids. ” Hey, kids, get away from me! ” roared Mr. Wolfe, dressed as a reindeer, Santa’s messenger!
“You’re still a Sophia fan, aren’t you? If you truly love her, don’t harass her by touching her, love her with your eyes!
He’s not my boyfriend, guys!
And Mr. Wolfe, who comes into my bed every night and touches me forcibly, has no right to say such a thing!
–After a few hours of parading around the city, I was tired and snowed in.
I was about to return to my room in the castle, covered in snow and feeling tired.
For some reason, I saw Mr. Vincent and Mr. Weaver sneaking out of the door.
I wondered what was going on, but when I entered the room, I found ……,
“This is ……–…
On the bed was a box wrapped with a red ribbon.
Looking at it, I muttered to myself.
“……Thank you, Santa Claus”.
I can’t help but giggle at the chic gift.
The sound of the ribbon being untied echoes softly in the winter night sky.