From Trash to Villain Master of Card: With Harem of Evil women-Chapter 86: Conspiracy of Dresses

Aria’s Room — Night

Aria was at her desk, surrounded by sketches.

Not tactical plans. Not strategic maps.

Sketches of clothing.

Kimonos. Yukatas. Variations that fused elements of feudal Japan with modern touches she remembered from her time.

She had spent the night without sleeping, designing.

Because if this worked...

If this managed to reach Kaito...

It would be worth every second of effort.

A knock at the door.

"Come in."

Lilith entered, followed by a smaller figure bouncing with energy.

Aurelia.

"Aria! Lilith says you have a SPECIAL PROJECT!"

Her voice was high-pitched with enthusiasm.

"She says it involves CONSTRUCTION!"

"And that it’s a SECRET!"

"I LOVE secrets! Well, I hate KEEPING them! But I LOVE HAVING them!"

Aria smiled despite the seriousness of the moment.

"Yes. A very special project. But I need your help, Aurelia."

Aurelia sat on the edge of a chair, practically vibrating.

"Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

Aria spread out the sketches.

"I need you to build... clothing. From my world. Specifically, from Japan."

Aurelia blinked.

"Clothing? I usually build things that EXPLODE. Or that MOVE. Or that..."

"I know. But your Synergist power can fuse materials in ways that normal tailors can’t."

Aria pointed to details on the sketches.

"These silks need to fall a specific way. These embroideries require threads that don’t exist here. These structures..."

Aurelia leaned in, studying with sudden intensity.

Her chaotic energy focused.

"Ohhhhh. I see. A TEXTILE engineering challenge!"

"Fusion of incompatible materials to create a specific aesthetic!"

"It’s like building a machine, but... WEARABLE! And BEAUTIFUL!"

She looked at Aria with bright eyes.

"I ACCEPT!"

Lilith, watching, smiled.

"I knew you’d say yes."

"But for WHAT exactly?" Aurelia asked.

Aria exchanged a glance with Lilith.

Then she explained.

"For Kaito. For the festival."

"To remind him of his original world. To make him feel something."

She began explaining the complete plan.

The five queens. Japanese period dresses. Total surprise.

Aurelia listened, her smile growing.

"This is... BRILLIANT! Emotional stimulation through cultural connection!"

"Activation of memories from his original world!"

"Presentation of the queens in a completely new context that breaks established expectations!"

She stood up, bouncing.

"I need MEASUREMENTS! And FABRIC SAMPLES!"

"And two weeks! No, one week! No... TWO DAYS!"

Aria stopped her.

"You have two and a half weeks. I want quality, not speed."

"But speed is FUN!"

"Aurelia."

Lilith used a tone that allowed no argument.

"This must be perfect. Because if it works... Kaito will remember how to feel."

Aurelia calmed slightly.

"Understood. Perfection. Two and a half weeks."

She looked at the sketches again.

"For all FIVE? Including me?"

"Including you."

"GREAT! I’ve never had a PRETTY dress!"

"Just lab clothes stained with explosions!"

Aria smiled.

"Then this will be the first."

---

Recruitment — Later That Day

Aria summoned the remaining four queens.

In Adelheid’s room. Door closed.

Adelheid, Naporia, and Valeria looked at Aria with curiosity.

Lilith already knew, smiling enigmatically.

"Why a secret meeting?" Naporia asked.

Aria unfolded one of the sketches: an elaborate kimono.

"I need you to wear this. At the festival."

Silence.

Then Naporia laughed.

"Is this a joke?"

"No."

Adelheid touched the sketch.

"This is... a dress. An extremely elaborate formal dress."

"Yes."

"I’m not... feminine in that way."

Aria looked directly at her.

"It’s not about traditional femininity. It’s about showing Kaito that you can be MORE than soldiers."

"I am a commander. That’s enough."

"For him? Yes. For you? Maybe not."

Adelheid frowned but didn’t argue.

Naporia crossed her arms.

"A dress? At a public festival? In front of hundreds of people?"

"Exactly."

"Why would I do that?"

Aria turned to her.

"Because Kaito is lost. Processing the world mechanically. Without emotional connection."

"And he needs a reminder of why it’s worth feeling."

Naporia processed that.

"And a dress will do that?"

"Not just the dress. The surprise. All of you together. Showing a side he’s never seen."

She paused.

"Showing that the sacrifice you made—becoming more than villains—was real."

Lilith added.

"Kaito gave us second chances. Freed us from being just labels."

"This is our way of reminding him that it worked. That we are not just weapons."

Valeria spoke.

"The function of formal attire is unknown to me. I don’t understand the purpose."

Aria approached.

"The purpose is to communicate without words. To show respect. Care. Affection."

"To show that he matters enough to do something outside our comfort zone."

Valeria processed for ten seconds.

"Understood. I agree to participate."

Naporia sighed.

"If Valeria is willing to leave her comfort zone..."

"Fine. I’ll do it. But if I look ridiculous..."

Aria smiled.

"You won’t. I promise."

Adelheid was the last.

She looked at the sketch for a long moment.

"Will this really help? Kaito?"

"I believe so. At least... it could be a beginning."

Adelheid closed her eyes briefly.

Then she nodded.

"Agreed. I’ll participate."

But she looked at Aria seriously.

"But it’s not to seduce him. It’s to show that we are more than functions."

"Exactly."

"Then make it work."

---

Aurelia’s Workshop — Night

Aurelia had transformed a section of her workshop into an improvised fashion studio.

Fabrics everywhere — silks she had synthesized, improved cottons, materials that glowed faintly with magic.

The five queens entered cautiously.

"WELCOME! To my TEXTILE LABORATORY!"

Aurelia ran toward them with a measuring tape.

"I need MEASUREMENTS! All of you! NOW!"

Naporia stepped back.

"Now?"

"YES! Time is of the ESSENCE!"

"Well, not really! I have two weeks!"

"But I WANT TO START!"

Adelheid stepped forward first.

"Let’s do this quickly."

Aurelia measured her with manic precision.

"Height: 180 centimeters. Wow, I almost can’t reach you. Shoulders: broad, developed musculature. Waist: proportionate. Hips..."

"Is it necessary to narrate EVERYTHING?" Adelheid interrupted, blushing slightly.

"YES! Data is IMPORTANT!"

She continued measuring, murmuring numbers.

Lilith was next.

More relaxed, even enjoying the attention.

"What are you designing for me?"

"Something that combines ELEGANCE with your nature! Seductive, but REFINED!"

"Deep purple! With gold embroidery!"

Lilith smiled.

"I already like it."

Naporia was more difficult.

She moved constantly.

"Stay STILL! I can’t measure if you MOVE!"

"I’m not used to staying still!"

"LEARN! For five minutes!"

Finally, she got the measurements.

"For you... red. Bright. Energetic. But with structure that allows MOVEMENT."

"Because I know you’ll want to move."

Naporia seemed slightly relieved.

Valeria was easier.

She remained perfectly still.

"Function: remain motionless for measurement. Executing."

"PERFECT! You are a dressmaker’s DREAM!"

Aurelia measured quickly.

"For you... silver. Geometric. Symmetrical PERFECTION."

"Reflecting your nature, but with softness."

Valeria tilted her head.

"Acceptable."

Finally, Aurelia measured herself.

With difficulty, contorting.

"For ME... pink! Obviously! With an EXPLOSION of colors!"

"Experimental! Chaotic! BEAUTIFUL!"

When she finished, she had all the measurements.

She turned to a large board and began drawing patterns.

"Two and a half weeks! Five dresses!"

"Fusing Japanese aesthetics with materials from this world!"

"It will be a MASTERPIECE!"

The five queens watched with a mix of fascination and apprehension.

"Can you really do this?" Adelheid asked.

Aurelia turned, with a smile that was half confidence, half madness.

"Can I FUSE impossible materials to create EXPLOSIONS?"

"Can I build a primitive gunpowder CANNON?"

"Can I synthesize CHEMICALS that don’t exist naturally?"

"Then YES! I can make DRESSES!"

Naporia murmured to Lilith.

"That’s not as reassuring as she thinks."

Lilith smiled.

"But it will work. Trust."

---

Recruiting Drake — Days Later

Aria found Drake at the training field.

"Drake. I need a favor."

"What kind?"

"The kind that involves getting formal clothing for Kaito."

Drake raised an eyebrow.

"Formal clothing? For what?"

Aria explained the basic plan.

Drake listened, a smile growing.

"That’s... brilliant. And it will take him completely by surprise."

"Exactly. But he needs to be dressed appropriately too."

"From his world. Specifically, from Japan."

She pulled out a sketch: a haori and hakama.

"Japanese formal wear. Slightly modernized."

Drake studied the design.

"This is... complex. Where do I get the materials?"

"Aurelia can synthesize them. But you need to take Kaito’s measurements without him suspecting anything."

"And how do I do that?"

Aria smiled.

"With creativity."

---

Taking Kaito’s Measurements — Next Day

Drake found Kaito in his office.

"Commander. I need to check the fit of your ceremonial armor."

"Why?"

"A routine inspection. To ensure it still fits correctly after... the changes."

Kaito processed that.

He had lost weight from the stress of recent months. Drake’s logic was sound.

"Alright. But make it quick."

Drake measured with the tape: height, shoulders, arm length.

All while making casual conversation.

"Nervous about the festival?"

"Emotion isn’t the term I’d use. But I recognize its value."

"Will the queens participate?"

"I assume so. They haven’t said otherwise."

Drake hid a smile.

"I’m sure they have... plans."

He finished measuring.

"Done. The armor will fit you perfectly."

Kaito nodded, already returning to his documents.

Drake left with the measurements.

Mission accomplished.

---

Aurelia’s Workshop — One Week Later, Progress

Aurelia had worked tirelessly.

Literally. Zero hours of sleep.

The workshop was an organized chaos of fabrics, threads, and strange devices that aided in sewing.

"AUTOMATIC sewing machine! Runs on magic crystals!"

"PERFECT stitches! TRIPLE speed!"

The first dress was almost complete: Adelheid’s.

A deep blue kimono with silver embroidery that seemed to represent crossed swords.

Elegant, but with a military touch.

Adelheid saw it during the fitting.

"It’s... beautiful."

Aria, supervising, nodded.

"It reflects who you are. A warrior. But also something more."

Adelheid touched the fabric: soft, flowing.

Completely different from rigid armor.

"Will it really work? This plan?"

"I hope so."

Adelheid looked at herself in the mirror.

And for a moment, she didn’t see the commander.

But a woman.

Vulnerable. Beautiful. Human.

"Thank you," she murmured.

Aria smiled.

"You’re welcome. Now let’s go to the others."

---

One and a Half Weeks Later — Final Fitting

The five queens gathered in the workshop.

Each with their almost-finished dress.

Aurelia inspected them with a critical eye.

"Adelheid! Turn!"

Adelheid turned awkwardly.

"I’m not a dancer."

"You don’t need to be! Just BASIC grace!"

Aria intervened.

"Like this. Watch."

She demonstrated a fluid movement.

Adelheid tried to imitate it.

Better. Not perfect. But better.

"Lilith! You’re a NATURAL!"

Lilith moved with innate grace.

The purple dress flowed perfectly.

"Centuries of practice," she said with a smile.

"Naporia! Stop MARCHING!"

Naporia walked as if going into battle.

"I don’t know how to walk SLOWLY!"

"Then LEARN! Two days!"

Valeria walked with robotic precision.

Technically correct. Zero natural grace.

"Valeria. Relax your shoulders."

"Relaxation function... processing."

Aurelia, with her own chaotic pink dress, looked like an energetic fairy.

"I’M ready! Obviously!"

Aria watched with satisfaction.

It wasn’t perfect.

But it didn’t need to be.

It just needed to be... different.

A surprise.

A reminder of humanity.

"Two days," she said. "Two days and we’ll show Kaito that he can still feel."

The five queens nodded.

Ready.

Nervous.

But determined.

Because if this didn’t work...

If Kaito couldn’t reconnect...

What hope was left?