I cleared my throat with all my might. "Yua, Anja did say that this outfit is different from my design, but actually, it's not that far. The idea is still the same as my thoughts. Look, I designed it that way for a special reason. You'll know when you're on a mission."
Anja narrowed her eyes at me. Looks like she can see into my bullshit.
"But..." Yua blinked her eyes, studying her new clothes.
"Well, if you don't want to wear it, that's fine." I sighed. "But I will return you to the god of death. And I don't know what happened to you."
The woman looked at me again with an expression similar to a dog begging for food. She then gave me another seductive sigh. "Sir…. Don't you want to reconsider?"
"No." This time I answered firmly. "You'll regret it if you refuse to wear those clothes."
Yua took her arms off me, then said with a smile again. "All right, if that's what you want, Sir. I will wear this outfit."