The sun sets in the west, Aimou stands in the Order Bureau's parking lot. After a fierce interaction with Belli, Belli finally recommends that Aimou wear her usual ordinary clothes.
"No, no," Belli picks up a piece of clothing, pretending to blush, "These clothes are a bit too ahead of their time for a child."
Considering the previous dress-up was purely for Belli's amusement, Aimou doesn't have the time to waste. She carefully tidies herself up and heads to the parking lot, waiting for that familiar blue car.
Perhaps due to Belli's words, Aimou feels a change in her mood and becomes a little nervous, sometimes adjusting her hem, sometimes fiddling with her hair.
She felt like an Alchemy Armament about to undergo a test, going through one last round of tight adjustments before the test begins.
She sniffed the air, a faint fragrance wafted around, a scent Belli had prepared for Aimou before departure.
"Honestly, I think Bologue would prefer this scent."
