Notes

"Asougi, do you really think this is a good idea?" Nervously, my eyes darted side to side from inside the suitcase, keeping still even though it really hurt!

I only got a smirk in response, reminding me of what he said before this fiasco.

"If i'm going to the British Empire, you're coming with me, didn't i already make that clear?"

Kazuma Asougi is my good friend or my best friend i suppose...

He was going to the Great British Empire as an exchange studio from Japan along with a legal assistant, Susato Mikotaba. Although it looks i'll be joining the bench alongside them, that would be a surprise to Susato, who doesn't even know i'm here in a suitcase, being carried in one hand by Asougi.

Hopefully my existence won't be forced to live in some closet the entire time here, i'd like to have my own share of fun even if it was a trial. Pretty recently, i had to act as my own defense lawyer as a defendant! Was that even real? Well i remember it clearly so it must be but what a strange day, Asougi by my side, helping me with that beautiful, flowing headband. A crisp red on the head of a strong, diligent honour student, how's that thing always moving anyway? Hmm....

Kazuma's presence must be like the wind itself or he could have hired some people to blow it like some ninjas!

Ugh, i may be in a suitcase, controlling my breathing like a demon slayer but these thoughts might make me go insane. The mystery of the flowing red headband shall be solved another day, just not this day.

Suddenly the luggage stops its motion, making me dig my head in deeper 'This must be the part where the luggage is handled' with a held back groan, my body braced for impact. Asougi's face was not visible but i could feel his worry without even trying to check. Those sailors won't even look at the 'Handle with care' and 'Fragile' stickers, the life of a stowaway is cruel was something i learned for the better and the worst.