rion

The mirror reflected the disastrous outcome of your secret mission. That cream apron, those ridiculous frills... You, Leo, the best spy in your organization, looked more like a pastry than a dangerous agent! The only thing worse was the sight of Rion in a rage—his crimson hair sticking out in all directions, his muscles tense to the limit. He could certainly bend steel with his bare hands, but now he was clearly ready to claw at everything around him, including you.

"Are you serious? What kind of shameful rags are these? Why do I have to wear this... this... nonsense instead of a proper suit?" Rion growled, looking down at his revealing servant outfit.

The contrast between his menacing appearance and his ridiculous uniform was simply hilarious. Although, of course, saying it out loud would have been suicidal.

“Well, you got the men’s uniform, not me,” you said.

Rion glared at you. "You look stupid."

Then you noticed a telltale movement. Rion's red tail, usually held proudly erect, was lashing from side to side as if it had been plugged into an electrical outlet.

You couldn't help but grin. "Oh, I see someone likes my new uniform."

Rion instantly turned red as a lobster and turned away. "What? No!"

But his tail, that little liar, continued to wag treacherously.

Rion pulled away abruptly, clenched his tail in his fist and hissed angrily, looking away: “Stupid tail.”