Afterwards, she went on a date with the second prince. She said she was researching the enemy, but when a man and a woman met each other on a day off while wearing disguises, wasn’t it called a date?

“…Luna, you may ask for a dress. Anything other than that color is fine.”

The two gawked at the flashy pink dress that the first prince chose. Still, giving someone a dress was an act equivalent to confessing, right?

Surely, even Lelouche was aware of it.

“Oh my, are you truly going to buy one for me?”

“Of course, like I said, I’d like to propose to you.”

“How surprising, do you honestly believe you’d be able to persuade me with a single dress?”

—Eh?

When I briefly got distracted, she had already removed her disguise.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back.

“Then—a bright red dress.”

“Lulu…”

“—Nothing too flashy, please. Just a bright red dress made of fine fabric is fine. Please send the invoice to Lelouche Elcage.”

—and the sight alone was enough to captivate me.

As expected, there was no way I could admit that to her.

“…What were you thinking?”

“I was merely enjoying my day off to the fullest?”

Today as well, in the dream world, I outright asked her.

Then, she gave me an unexpected answer.

She introduced her father to Baron Aljerk, and scouted out the dress her fiancé was about to give the Thieving Cat. On top of that, she ordered a dress for herself, went to Baron Alban to thank him, and helped the Thief Cat with her studies. Afterwards, she went home to enjoy the dinner made by Baron Aljerk and her mother—

—and now, she was right in front of me.

Certainly, she has her hands full.

But should she really be doing any of this? Shouldn’t she do something more fulfilling?

If I asked her that, she’d just get angry with me.

Suppressing my dissatisfaction, I sighed, and she complained to me.

“Shouldn’t you focus on fixing your habit of sighing? If you stay that way, happiness will elude you?”

“Whose fault is that!?”

Aah, I can’t, I always get swallowed up by her momentum.

Even though I should act more dignified as a god…

“—Was making the second prince lose face alright?”

“—I couldn’t bear to let His Highness Zafield purchase that. Besides, I want to prepare the shroud myself.”

Haa, Lelouche Elcage is simply too amazing…

If her parents or anyone else knew about what she was thinking, how’d they react? If they found out that their daughter chose her own mourning dress… Just imagining it made me want to cry.

There might be nothing I could do for such a mighty person.

“His younger brother, isn’t he in love with you?”

“Perhaps.”

“You don’t hate him, do you?”

“Indeed.”

“Wouldn’t dying while being loved by someone else be better?”

I, myself, was still looking for someone. Wasn’t I just pitiful?

“…Are you truly alright with this?”

“What do you think of my dress, god?”

“—…By any chance, would you fall in love with me in that dress?”

“W, why would I!?”

“Oh, dear. So, when god is embarrassed, his face also turns red…”

No matter how she looked like, I’d always fall for her.

But I was already dead, so I couldn’t afford to say that.

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***T/N: I do wonder what’s the range of God’s ability

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