“SAINTESS!!! Please make sure to shower properly before entering the tub!”
“The sparkling nature! Adorable Lady Murmur! This is the best thing ever!”
“Both Vesta and Bianca, it’s truly hard to tell just how intricately crafted they are until they undress.”
I didn’t want to know that I, Murmur, had become a cute little demon girl, nor did I want to know that my friends were all little girls too…
After finishing our snowball fight and being half-frozen, we naturally ended up bathing.
I thought Nicasia, Citrine, Monica, Esme, and I, Murmur, would enjoy the hot spring, but that was not the case.
When I think about it, we usually can’t wash ourselves alone, so of course the adults who followed us wouldn’t leave us be. They all appeared and naturally started helping us without hesitation.
“Monica! Don’t rush into the bath like that…”
Nicasia stood nearby with her hand slightly raised, while three naked maids smiled beside her.
Sister Anna, who followed Monica, was also stark naked, screaming as she ran around.
And Vesta and Bianca, who came with me, Murmur, were also in the buff.
Naked! Naked! Naked! Naked!
“Ugh…”
Nakedness everywhere I look!
I, Murmur, am a small demon girl, and though my friends are all young girls too, I’m struggling to get used to the fact that all the adults are also naked.
Just looking at Princess Nicasia makes my face heat up in embarrassment, but seeing the maids, Sister Anna, and everyone else naked is truly tough.
“I apologize, Princess Nicasia…”
“It’s alright. Sister Anna, please don’t overexert yourself and enjoy the hot spring comfortably.”
Even Pearl, Esme’s maid, joined us stark naked in the hot spring.
On the surface, these adults have come to help wash us as usual, but there was Princess Nicasia’s warm consideration behind it.
To be blunt, there’s really no need for them to be naked just to wash us.
Since there’s no difference in gender, there’s no need for any “eye candy,” and they only need to clean their masters’ bodies. There’s absolutely no reason for the servants to be naked either.
There was an underlying meaning to the idea of everyone bathing naturally together.
“Ugh…”
Thanks to this, I don’t know where to look!
Why are the maids’ bodies so perfect? They could pass as models!
Is Sister Anna really a nun? Why is her chest and butt so big?
And Pearl—does she even eat? Her waist and hips don’t match at all!
And the differences in hair volume are glaringly obvious! I just want this kind of information to be treated as a joke!
“Murmur? Are you hurt?”
The most infuriatingly well-endowed among my friends, Nicasia, held my hand and asked.
You’re problematic too, you know! Your…chest! Chest! Chest!
“Mu, Murmur has already finished washing!”
I can’t tell you that your nudity is making me uncomfortable.
I’ll have to gradually get used to situations like this.
Pull yourself together, Murmur! Hang in there, Murmur!
“I just finished washing up. Should we go into the tub together?”
Nicasia signaled to the three maids and sprinkled warm water on her shoulder as she spoke.
A hot spring full of naked women—when I watched it from behind the screen, I laughed and cheered, telling them to move aside the towel and steam. But now that I’m the one here, it’s nothing but embarrassing.
“Hurry up, Murmur! Nicasia!”
“The water is incredibly warm!”
In the steaming hot spring, Esme, Monica, and Citrine were already soaking their bodies.
“Miss Murmur, please sit here.”
Citrine cleverly secured a good spot to sit, and Nicasia and I sat down next to her.
With Citrine on my left and Nicasia on my right.
“Ah~ I can soak up to my shoulders!”
Nicasia submerged herself deeply into the tub until the water nearly reached her chin.
Good job, Citrine, finding such a great spot. You really have good sense.
“Today was so much fun. Let’s play a lot tomorrow too.”
“I want to make a snowman!”
“We still have plenty of winter break left, so playing for another day or two should be fine.”
Indeed, winter break was much longer compared to summer break.
If we consider reality, it continued all the way until the end of spring break.
“Wow… my skin feels so smooth.”
“It’s unbelievably soft, considering we’re in Maghauscia.”
“The cake recipe you taught us last time was really helpful…”
“Thank you for being lenient about Esme’s mistakes…”
While we occupy the left side of the tub, the adults have taken the right.
Thankfully, they’re directly across from us, which somehow makes it easier to ignore.
“Murmur-sama? Are you shy?”
Citrine suddenly took my hand and asked.
“Why would Murmur be shy?”
Unlike Citrine, who understands people’s feelings, Esme seemed clueless.
“Murmur-sama is the smallest among us, so it’s understandable.”
“I’ve heard similar concerns before!”
Monica grinned widely as she spoke.
“Aw, there’s no need to worry about that! We don’t look down on Murmur because she’s short!”
“It doesn’t seem like it’s just about height though…”
…Wait a minute, why is this conversation going this way?
Here we go again with comforting the small, cute, squishy child!
This isn’t about the struggles of puberty or being self-conscious about having small breasts!
“Eh, not just about height?”
“There’s a process to becoming a lady…”
“What kind of process is that?”
Citrine rubbed her face with her hands.
“Like… developing curves!”
Esme blatantly scanned my body.
What is this? What kind of story is this?!
“As long as time passes, you’ll grow naturally, so there’s no need to be embarrassed!”
Esme stood up from her seat while laughing and pointed at herself.
Ah! Please no!!!
“Last year, I was slow, but now I’m definitely… becoming a proper young lady.”
“I understand what you mean! Sister Anna said that as time goes by, I’ll become a prettier older sister!”
Please, PLEASE! I don’t want to hear this! This isn’t even my concern, Murmur!
Don’t suddenly switch to ‘eternally young demon’ cuddling mode and start giving me pep talks!
“Showing off isn’t necessarily a good thing either.”
“You’re really fine, Murmur.”
First of all, I can’t grow anyway!
So let’s stop talking about this! It’s embarrassing enough to die!
Do you have any idea how awkward it is every time Citrine suggests we shower together?!
“That’s true. It’s okay. Murmur. By next year, you might grow tall enough to surpass Esme!”
“I’m also planning to grow that much!”
“It’s fine if you grow taller than me!”
At Monica’s words, Esme’s eyes lit up suddenly.
“Great! Monica! Let’s do a future reading!”
“Huh?”
Monica pointed at herself, surprised.
“Esme… I’ve said this before, but Monica is the Saintess, not Esme’s toy crystal ball for random fortune-telling.”
“But still! Still! We can see the future, right? I want to know who will be the prettiest young lady when we grow up!”
Such childish thinking!
“I’m curious too! If everyone wants, I’ll try it once.”
Aaaah!! Someone skip this event, please!
I’m not interested at all! And I, Murmur, already know who will be the prettiest!
“This seems fun. Can you lend me your strength, Monica?”
Even Nicasia, the oldest among us, is saying this!
“Hmm…!”
Monica clasped her hands together, and her pink hair began to shimmer with glowing light.
Far away, Sister Anna jumped up in surprise and stood up from her seat.
“Ah… I can see it clearly!”
“Who will be the tallest?”
Esme asks the most predictable question in the world.
“Nicasia will be the tallest!”
“According to Monica, who will be the most beautiful?”
“It’s me!”
Is this really a proper prophecy?
It seems like Monica’s personal opinions make up 90% of it, doesn’t it?
“How about Murmur? Have you grown taller?”
“Um… I can’t see Murmur’s future.”
“That’s right. For some reason, Monica can’t see Murmur-sama’s future.”
Nicasia gave a gentle smile, seemingly disappointed.
“Still, we will remain very close friends in the future!”
Monica smiled and said.
“Who has the biggest chest?”
“Do you really want to know?!”
“Nicasia has the largest bust, and Citrine has the biggest bottom!”
“I never said I wanted to know that!”
Citrine was startled and covered her bottom with both hands.
“Hmm… As royalty, I naturally have to grow faster and bigger than all of you. But… Citrine having a bigger bottom than me is unexpected.”
“How does being an adult feel? Nicasia is still a princess, right?”
Princess isn’t a job title, you know?
“Esme becomes a greatly admired magician, receiving lots of applause! There are many people around Citrine!”
Monica clapped happily while speaking.
“Nicasia wears a dazzling and beautiful masquerade mask! And I… uh-oh? Hoo, hoo-hooo!”
Excitedly speaking, Monica suddenly lost the glow in her hair and splashed water all over herself with both hands.
Then she submerged her body up to her chin. Suddenly sneezing and looking extremely busy.
“Are you feeling unwell?”
“No… While seeing the future, I saw myself in a very cold situation, and I instinctively wanted to warm up.”
Monica shivered and showed her arms.
She must have been freezing, judging by the goosebumps that popped up.
Her cheeks were oddly flushed, and her chest looked sore.
“Does Murmur’s future involve a cave full of ice? Were you shaking from the cold?”
“Yes! Yes! In a cave full of ice, I was trembling from the cold!”
Monica grabbed my hand and fidgeted while speaking.
As expected, the disaster event is fully operational.
I feel reassured knowing I’ll gain the skills and knowledge I was hoping for.
Who should I ask to enhance my traits? Nicasia or Monica?
“Don’t worry, Murmur will definitely be there to support you.”
We’ll survive the disaster, don’t worry—it’s a free power-up event waiting for us, Monica!
