Editing City Series:Volume6b Chapter2 (section)

===Part 2===

Berger’s comment brought Hazel back to her senses. She looked down at herself.

She was not wearing anything.

She cried out and quickly used her hands to cover the important bits and the brand left on her at the Heidenheim 2 years before.

“U-um, um, uh!”

“I thought you were living the good life over in America, Hazel. I did get a few letters from you, but nothing about this.”

His eyes moved as he spoke. They moved toward Hazel as she panicked on her feet.

She could feel her face growing red.

…''I need clothes or something!

“U-um! Clothes, I need clothes!”

“Say it in English.”

“Eh? Um, uh…”

She looked to his face and noticed he was staring at her.

…''What is he looking at?

She could not bring herself to actually ask that and she held her left shoulder more strongly with her hand while considering crouching down. She finally spoke to break the awkward silence.

“U-um, B-Berger? D-do you have anything to w-w-w-wear!?”

“Calm down, Hazel. People are born in the nude. Nudists have the right idea, really. Yeah, I’d love to hire a maid and live the nudist life.”

“I-I need…um, uh, I’ll c-cry!!”

“Quiet down. Did you learn nothing at all over the past two years? Listen.” He scratched his head. “I’ve always thought the modern world is in too much of a hurry. It’s always hurry up and do this, hurry up and do that, hurry up and pay your bills. Especially in France. In what world is a single article of clothing as expensive as a house? Right? Oh, and your new home of America is the same.” He sighed and gave an exaggerated shrug. “Now, I get that America has spent the past 10 years facing the same global terror as the rest of us and I get that they’ve started on a new beginning with their new cabinet, but it’s pretty sad they can’t even teach a Heidengeist girl to speak their language after two years living there. If my old upperclassman really wants to play tutor while commanding the AIF…”

After listening to all that, Hazel realized he was looking at her face.

And he smiled a little.

“You know what, Hazel?”

“What?”

“How about you stop listening and actually ask for some clothes? You look pretty ridiculous right now.”

She immediately slapped him.