I Am A Notorious Hidden Boss In The Alternate World

"My Lord!" a female subordinate cried before asking hurriedly, "Are you planning to let her accompany you to the party looking like that?"

"Yes, I do," Albion admitted straightforwardly before asking, "Why? Do you have a problem with it?"

"Not so much of a problem for me as it is for you, my Lord! If the guests see her like this, wouldn't it be an embarrassment for you?" the female subordinate spoke. 

Despite what she said, the truth was that she was actually speaking out for Fenriri. She did not want others to view her as a joke for where her outfit incorrectly. 

"Hmm, you do have a point," Albion nodded casually before he mentioned, "However, look at her. You made her feel bad now. Ignorance is a type of bliss, you know?" 

The female subordinate quickly turned to Fenriri in surprise, but she could not tell the wolf-girl's emotion due to her expression being hidden under a mask. 

However, the slight tremors on her shoulder were evidently enough that she was upset. 

"Ah?" the female subordinate softly exclaimed before she apologized, "I'm sorry, little girl. I did not mean anything bad by what I said." 

"Master, do I actually look terrible?" Fenriri questioned with doubt. 

She was unsure what the fashion sense of humans was like. 

But since the outfit was selectively given to her, coupled with the fact that she, herself, also liked it, she did not think it would be terrible—not unless they had purposely given something terrible to wear to make a clown out of her. 

"No, you don't," Albion chuckled softly before adding honestly, "It's just that you have worn the outfit incorrectly—is all."

"Alright." Albion turned the female subordinate and calmly said, "Since you brought the matter to her attention, you will be in charge of getting her dressed properly."

"Yes, my Lord!" the female subordinate accepted the task gladly. 

"Come, big sister will help you wear your dress correctly," the female subordinate pulled Fenriri into the change room while saying, "No one will make fun of you with my help." 

"You're not my big sister!" 

At Fenriri's strong response, the female subordinate nearly choked on her following words before she smiled awkwardly, "Not your real sister, but this is just how an older girl addresses a younger one…"

"Are we close?" Fenriri's eyebrows wrinkled. 

The female immediately wanted to cry.

Why was the little girl so hard to get along with? She was just trying to look out for her! There was no need for such hostility, right?!

At the same time, Albion secretly applauded Fenriri in his heart. 

She seems to have a talent for annoying others as well—or did she simply rubbed it off from him? 

Nevertheless, Fenriri was eventually fitted into her dress correctly before they were finally on their way to the banquet under the lead of the 3-star officer. 

However, as soon as Fenriri stepped on the revolving first ring, she immediately fell forward and planted into the ground without getting back up. 

Her eyes spun with dizziness, feeling nauseous.

"Master… Help…"

Fenriri weakly cried for help.

'As I thought, it still ended up being like this, huh?' 

Albion thought while observing Fenriri's strong reaction to motion sickness, which seemed even worse than space flight.

'Seems like Iceborn Wolf Tribesmen are hypersensitive to their own bodily movements. If the body sense movements that do not come from their own control, they start throwing a hissy fit, huh?'

Albion gained a general understanding of Fenriri's motion sickness and found it troublesome. 

It would mean that she would require his full medical attention while she is in the first ring—or any rings at all, for that matter.

Nevertheless, he did not refuse and helped her back on her feet after channeling his innate energy into her. 

"Thank you, Master!" 

Fenriri expressed her gratitude with lingering fear while inwardly regretting her life choices in following her master into space.

Motion sickness was her nemesis.

At the same time, Albion gazed at the wolf-girl briefly in silence before he muttered, "What am I going to do with you?" 

While the wolf-girl's extreme motion sickness was amusing to watch, it was also an inconvenience. 

'If the entire Iceborn Wolf Tribe is rendered useless in aerial and space combat, why would I still need them for?' Albion frowned. 

They were very furry and not aesthetically pleasing to the eye like the wolf-girl princesses. 

'They'll probably look better after some shaving, though…' A dangerous thought entered Albion's head.

If the wolf-people knew what he was thinking, they would get goosebumps and have all their hair stand on end.

A short moment after taking a speed lift, the automatic door swung open and revealed the banquet venue.

Albion quietly mixed in with the crowd while holding Fenriri's hand and made a beeline straight for the nearest food table as their minds were conquered by their stomachs.

The aromatic scent of delicious and quality food immediately whetted Fenriri's appetite as her eyes sparkled and drool began to form, subconsciously and ceaselessly.

Without any surprise, guests began approaching their group for small chats, pulling away the accompanying subordinates one by one, leaving only Albion and Fenriri left.

Shortly after, a lady wearing a black dress and charming witch mask stepped in the way before greeting warmly, "Hello there, newcomer. Seeing that you are quite late, care to join me for a drink to kickstart your part? I am—"

"Outta my way!"

The lady was shoved aside before she could finish speaking as Albion continued to make his way through to the table of food and drinks with Fenriri.

"Hi, I am—"

"Don't care."

"May I have a word—"

"Get lost."

"Would you like to—"

"Piss off!"

"Want to grab a drink—"

"I'm hungry!"

Albion shrugged the approaching guests off one by one before arriving at the table with Fenriri and dived straight into the food, munching down everything with one hand each like starved gods without table manners.

"My gosh, how rude!" 

"Where did these two beggars come from?"

"How uncivilized! How unseemly!" 

A slight commotion was made as the guests were both shocked and displeased, but they immediately crossed the two newcomers off their list.

Emperor Polemos and the Dark Lord cannot possibly be either of these two!