Oh, Yeah!

Today was another day in Suzune's grand adventure as Emilia's bodyguard. If you could even call it an adventure. Following Emilia around the mansion was about as thrilling as watching paint dry. But hey, it was a job. Sort of. The problem was, Suzune wasn't exactly thrilled about the uniform situation. Let's just say, she was more than a little annoyed.

Picture this: the former guy-turned-girl was currently squeezed into a maid outfit that looked like it was designed for someone half her size. The black dress clung to her new curves like cling film on a leftover sandwich, and it wasn't exactly the most comfortable piece of clothing. In fact, every time Suzune had to kneel down—which was quite often, given the bizarre amount of "cleaning" Emilia seemed to require—her underwear would flash for all the world to see. Mortifying didn't even begin to cover it.

She felt like a sausage stuffed into its casing, and the lacy headband perched on her head like a tiny crown of humiliation was the cherry on top. But Suzune was no delicate flower; she'd put up with worse. Still, this was a low blow.

Finally, she'd had enough. The day had been long, and she was done with playing maid in a frilly outfit that didn't even allow her to breathe properly. So, late that night, with a face set in a determined scowl, Suzune stomped her way to the kitchen. The demon twins, Ram and Rem, were there, of course, busy doing…whatever it is they do. Honestly, she wasn't sure half the time if they were cooking, cleaning, or plotting her demise.

"Yes, Suzune-sama?" Ram didn't even bother hiding her irritation. She was annoyed, alright, and so was Suzune.

"My uniform, is it done already?" Suzune asked, trying to keep her voice friendly, but it came out more like a demand. Maybe it was the fact that she was standing there, dressed like a French maid at a cheap theme restaurant, that made her tone a little sharper than intended.

Ram exchanged a look with Rem, who was stirring something in a pot with the sort of calmness that only someone who has successfully poisoned someone three times in a day could muster. They were both wearing their usual stoic expressions, and it was clear they weren't taking Suzune's question seriously.

"We're too busy with the mansion's chores, Suzune-sama," Ram said, barely looking up. "A secondary task like sewing your uniform is out of the question at the moment."

"What?" Suzune's eyes narrowed. "It isn't a difficult task at all." Her frustration was mounting. How hard could it be to sew a stupid uniform?

Ram's lips twitched into something that wasn't quite a smile but had the same amount of smugness. "Sewing is a delicate art, Suzune-sama," she replied, as if Suzune had just suggested that flying was easy because birds could do it. "It requires time and precision."

"I could sew it in my sleep!" Suzune shot back, hands on her hips.

"Could you now?" Ram asked, her tone dripping with condescension. Rem simply stirred her pot, but Suzune could see the glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

At that very moment, Rosewall floated into the kitchen, quite literally. His long, clown-like robes billowed around him as he appeared, his usual enigmatic smile plastered across his face. He'd clearly heard the commotion and, being the ever-intrigued master of the mansion, decided to investigate.

"Ros-chi," Suzune called out, completely disregarding the fact that she was speaking to her employer. Formalities weren't exactly her strong suit, especially not when she was cranky. "Tell your maids to prepare me a uniform."

Rosewall's eyebrow quirked slightly, amused by the way Suzune was speaking to him like she was the boss of the place. He didn't seem the least bit offended, though. If anything, he seemed even more entertained. "My deeeear Suzune," he drawled, his voice stretching out the words in that strange way of his. "You must understaaaand, the twins are quite busy."

"Too busy," Rem added, not even looking up from her pot.

"Too busy," Ram echoed, a hint of triumph in her voice.

"What's more important than making sure your employee isn't dressed like an idiot?" Suzune demanded, gesturing at the offending maid outfit. "I'm supposed to be Emilia-tan's bodyguard, not her personal jester!"

"I assure you, it is not a waste of tiiiime," Rosewall said, still smiling that unnerving smile of his. "But, as you can see, our maaaaids are not inclined to agree."

"I'll sew it myself, then!" Suzune barked, her frustration reaching its peak.

Ram's smirk widened, and Rem finally looked up from her cooking. "We highly doubt that, Suzune-sama," Ram said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"We highly doubt that," Rem echoed, her face devoid of emotion but her eyes sparkling with barely concealed mirth.

"Fine!" Suzune practically snarled, "I'll be done before dawn, and I'll show you!"

"We'll see," Ram said, her smirk firmly in place.

"Indeed, we will," Rem agreed, her tone deceptively sweet.

With a huff, Suzune stormed out of the kitchen, her mind racing. She wasn't about to let these two demon maids make a fool of her. She was going to sew the best damn butler uniform this mansion had ever seen.

She marched straight to the clothing room, her face set in a determined scowl. The room was small, lined with shelves full of fabrics, sewing supplies, and all sorts of strange, old-world tools that looked like they belonged in a museum. Suzune had never sewn anything in her life, but how hard could it be? She'd watched enough YouTube tutorials in her previous life to at least have a vague idea.

"I'll show them," she muttered through gritted teeth as she grabbed a needle, some thread, and a stack of silk cloths. The fabric was soft and luxurious, not exactly what she was used to wearing, but it would have to do. She plopped herself down on a stool, spreading the cloth out on a nearby table.

The needle felt foreign in her fingers, and as she tried to thread it, the thread refused to cooperate. "Come on, you little—" she grumbled, squinting at the tiny hole in the needle. After what felt like an eternity, the thread finally went through. "Ha! Gotcha!"

She started by cutting out pieces of the fabric, though the scissors were dull and more suited to cutting hair than cloth. The pieces she managed to hack out were jagged and uneven, but Suzune was too stubborn to admit defeat. She began stitching the pieces together, pulling the thread through with a determination that bordered on obsessive. The fabric puckered and twisted in her hands, the stitches uneven and clumsy, but she pressed on.

As she worked, her mind raced with thoughts of how she was going to show those twins who was boss. They thought they could mess with her, but she was Suzune, dammit! She wasn't going to let a little thing like lack of experience or skill stop her.

Hours passed, and the night grew darker. The only light in the room came from a flickering candle on the table. Suzune's fingers were sore, her eyes tired, but she kept going. The uniform was starting to take shape, though it was far from the elegant butler outfit she had envisioned. The sleeves were mismatched, the seams crooked, and the collar looked like it had been sewn by a drunken sailor, but it was hers. She had done it.

With a final, triumphant stab of the needle, Suzune tied off the last thread. She held up the uniform, a proud grin spreading across her face. It was lopsided, misshapen, and utterly ridiculous, but it was finished.

"I did it!" she said, holding the uniform up to the light. "I actually did it!"

She stood up, the chair screeching against the stone floor, and quickly changed out of the hated maid outfit. Slipping into the new uniform, Suzune couldn't help but laugh at her reflection in the mirror. She looked like a child playing dress-up, the oversized sleeves dangling past her hands and the pants too short to cover her ankles. But she had made it, and that was what mattered.

As she stood there, admiring her handiwork, Suzune felt a surge of satisfaction. She couldn't wait to see the looks on Ram and Rem's faces when they saw what she had done. She had proven them wrong, and that was worth all the hours of struggling with fabric and thread.

It was still a few hours until dawn, and Suzune decided she'd take a quick nap before presenting her masterpiece to the twins. She flopped onto the bed, still wearing the ridiculous uniform, and fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

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Rem had been keeping a close eye on Suzune-sama ever since the kitchen confrontation. Despite her outward calm, she was not about to let herself and her sister be humiliated by this… girl. No, not when the reputation of the maids of the Roswaal mansion was on the line.

She waited until Suzune had finally succumbed to exhaustion, which didn't take long given the frantic, determined energy she'd been pouring into sewing that ridiculous uniform. Rem slipped out of the shadows and silently made her way to Suzune's room. The mansion was dark and quiet, save for the occasional creak of old wood settling, but Rem's footsteps were as silent as a cat's.

The door to Suzune's room creaked open, and Rem slipped inside like a ghost, her heart pounding in her chest. The faint glow of dawn was just starting to creep through the curtains, casting a dim light over Suzune's sleeping form. She was sprawled out on the bed, snoring softly, still dressed in her newly sewn uniform.

Rem approached the bed, her gaze narrowing as she took in the abomination of fabric and thread that Suzune had so proudly crafted. The stitches were haphazard, the seams crooked, and the entire ensemble looked like it was about to fall apart at any moment. But even so, Rem could not deny that Suzune had, against all odds, actually managed to create something resembling a uniform.

Her jaw clenched. She couldn't allow Suzune to win this bet. Not when she and Ram had made it clear that they didn't think she could do it. If Suzune succeeded, it would mean acknowledging that they had been wrong, and that was simply unacceptable.

Rem's gaze zeroed in on the most vulnerable part of the uniform: the chest area. She couldn't help but notice how the poorly stitched fabric strained against Suzune's newly acquired curves. It was obvious that Suzune hadn't taken her own measurements properly, resulting in a uniform that was ill-fitted and awkward. A wicked thought crossed Rem's mind, and a small, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

If the uniform was already bad, she'd make it worse. Subtly, but noticeably worse.

Rem reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, sharp pair of scissors. She moved with the precision of a surgeon, carefully snipping at the stitches that held the breast part of the uniform together. The fabric parted easily under her skilled hands, and she quickly sewed it back together—but not the way it was supposed to be. No, instead, she sewed it in a way that made the chest area look utterly ridiculous, as if it had been designed by someone with absolutely no sense of fashion—or decency.

The once uneven but manageable chest area was now puffed out in a bizarre way, exaggerated to the point of absurdity. The fabric bulged awkwardly, drawing attention to Suzune's chest in the most unflattering way possible.

"There," Rem whispered to herself, satisfied with her handiwork. "This should do the trick."

She quickly tucked the scissors back into her pocket and took a step back, admiring her sabotage. The uniform now looked like something out of a bad comedy, something so outlandish and impractical that there was no way Suzune could wear it without being utterly humiliated.

Rem cast one last glance at Suzune, who was still fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the disaster that awaited her. With a soft, almost pitying sigh, Rem turned and slipped out of the room as quietly as she had entered. She could hardly wait to see Suzune's reaction when she woke up and saw what had become of her precious uniform.

As Rem made her way back to her own quarters, she couldn't help but feel a small thrill of satisfaction. This would teach Suzune a lesson about overestimating her abilities. The maids of the Roswaal mansion were not to be underestimated, and if Suzune wanted to play games, Rem was more than happy to oblige. After all, she had always been good at winning.

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The morning sun was just beginning to filter through the heavy curtains of Suzune's room as Beatrice, dressed in her usual frilly dress, stepped out of the bathroom door. She hadn't meant to intrude, but avoiding Roswaal had been a higher priority. The eccentric lord had been wandering the hallways, and Beatrice wasn't in the mood to deal with his usual theatrics. She sighed, brushing a stray curl out of her face, ready to make her exit when something caught her eye.

It was a disgusting sight, really—a wretched excuse for a uniform, tossed carelessly across the back of a nearby sofa. The garment was a mangled mess of stitches and fabric, with one particularly hideous bulge where the chest should have been. Beatrice's nose wrinkled in distaste. She wasn't one to concern herself with such trivial matters, but this... this mess was just too much. How could anyone leave something so unsightly lying around?

She sighed, her irritation growing with each passing second. Beatrice had always prided herself on keeping things in order, and this chaotic display was grating on her nerves. She shouldn't have to fix this—no, it was beneath her to bother herself with someone else's incompetence. But the more she looked at it, the more it gnawed at her.

"Honestly, I suppose it can't be helped, in fact," she muttered to herself, her small hands already moving through the air as she began to weave her magic.

The air around the uniform shimmered as Beatrice's magic took hold. The crude stitches began to dissolve, threads reweaving themselves into new, elegant patterns. The fabric softened, turning a rich, royal purple, smooth as silk. The once ridiculous bulge flattened, and the uniform reshaped itself into a design fit for a female commander rather than a mere bodyguard or butler. It now bore the look of a knight's ceremonial attire, with silver embroidery lining the cuffs and collar. The shoulders were squared off, giving it a strong, regal presence, and the skirt fell in a graceful arc, hinting at both strength and femininity.

Beatrice stepped back to admire her work, her eyes narrowing as she inspected every detail. The uniform had gone from an eyesore to a masterpiece, something even Roswaal himself would find impressive. Not that she cared for his opinion, of course.

"There," she whispered, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Much better, in fact."

With that, Beatrice turned on her heel and left the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She had no intention of sticking around to see the reactions—her work here was done, and the thought of Roswaal's expression when he saw this was entertainment enough for the day.

A few minutes later, Suzune stirred from her sleep, groaning softly as she stretched her limbs. She blinked sleepily at the ceiling, recalling the chaotic events of the previous day. The memory of Rem's attempts to kill her three times in a row made her sigh. What a day… and today was sure to be just as exhausting.

After a quick trip to the bathroom to relieve herself, wash her face, and brush her teeth, Suzune returned to her room, yawning all the way. Without bothering to look at the uniform, she grabbed it from the sofa and pulled it on, adjusting the fit as best she could.

"Huh," she muttered to herself as she noticed how smoothly it slid on, "doesn't feel too bad, I guess. Not that I need it to be perfect—just good enough to win the bet."

Still half-asleep, she didn't give it another thought. What mattered was getting downstairs before the demon twins decided to come after her with more lethal "accidents." She could already imagine their smug faces when they saw her walk in wearing that disaster of a uniform… except, it didn't feel like a disaster. Actually, it felt kind of... nice?

By the time Suzune reached the dining hall, she was wide awake and feeling strangely confident. She pushed open the double doors and stepped inside, expecting the worst.

Ram and Rem were already standing on either side of Rosewall, waiting for her arrival with barely concealed smirks on their faces. Their eyes went wide the moment they saw her, and both of them froze, their expressions transforming from smug anticipation to shock.

Suzune raised an eyebrow, catching the weird vibe in the room. Something wasn't right. She glanced at herself in the large mirror by the wall and nearly choked on her own breath.

The reflection staring back at her wasn't wearing the mangled mess she'd expected. Instead, she saw herself dressed in an elegant, regal uniform—a deep, royal purple with silver accents that caught the light just so. It looked like something a knight commander would wear, powerful and dignified. The fabric felt luxurious against her skin, and the fit was perfect, like it had been tailored just for her.

"What the…" Suzune muttered, turning in place to get a better look at herself. Her heart skipped a beat. "How… when did this happen?"

Emilia, who had just walked in behind her, gasped in delight. "Suzune! Wow! You look amazing! I didn't know you had such increeedible sewing skills!"

Puck, floating beside her, chimed in with a grin. "Yeah, this is seriously impressive, kid. You could probably start your own fashion line with talent like that."

Roswaal appeared in the doorway, his ever-present smile widening in approval. "My, my, Suzune dear, I must say, you've outdone yourself, in fact. I did not expect such a maaagnificent transformation overnight!"

Even Beatrice, who had reappeared in the corner of the room, said nothing—just a slight upward twitch of her lips hinted at her amusement.

Suzune, meanwhile, was still staring at herself in the mirror, trying to process what had just happened. It didn't make any sense. Had she really done this? Could she have been so talented in her sleep that she didn't even realize it? There was no way, right?

"Well, you know," Suzune finally said, puffing out her chest with exaggerated pride, "I've always been great at sewing and stuff. Just thought I'd put my skills to the test, you know? Not a big deal."

Ram and Rem exchanged a look, both of them completely at a loss for words. Rem, who had spent the night sabotaging the uniform, clenched her fists in frustration. How was this possible? She'd ruined that suit with her own hands! It should have been a disaster, not this… this masterpiece!

As Suzune strutted around the dining hall, basking in the unexpected praise, Beatrice quietly slipped out of the room, a small, satisfied smile on her face.

This had turned out to be more entertaining than she had expected.

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Author Note: I need to thank a certain someone for this idea, although I modified this slightly, hehe.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. In the next chapter, we'll get more serious and introduce two people. The Catboy and the Demon Swordsman. How would you like that confrontation to be? Tell me in the reviews. It is time Suzune unleashed the power of the Heavenly Restriction.

And yeah, tsundere mode is going to be reveled soon!

Till next time!