The Simulacrum ~Chapter 33~ Part 2

"We have arrived, future young master" linda stated, for so reason still keeping a distance of about two steps from .

"Yes, I figured," I answered with my own brand of deadpan while subtly pointing at the mahogany door with a large brass plaque bearing the words 'Eleanor Dracis' on it in cursive letters.

"I will call you when dinner is ready to be served."

After saying so, she gave a curt curtsy and then turned on her heel and began walking down the corridor where we ca from. I followed her with my eyes until she was out of sight, and only then did I let out an absolutely exasperated sigh. While I had a lot to dwell on following this encounter, I decided not to do so, and instead I did a quick Far Sight roll-call. It was a habit I decided to slowly develop; just so that I would be prepared in case the dreaded 'narrative' reared its ugly head again.

In the span of a few seconds, I found that the Class Rep finished showering and was now in the process of doing howork (or more paperwork, one or the other) at her desk, Josh and Angie were sitting on the latter's couch and watching so really old, cheap looking black-and-white monster movie while munching on popcorn and laughing their heads off. Snowy was sitting in a big circle on the floor with the Fauns and fervently discussing sothing about bodyguard rotations. Judy was sitting at a table with the old butler in a quite poorly lit room, while Elly was… Well, she was stiffly sitting on her bed on the other side of this here door.

Since that ant no one else needed my imdiate attention, I resolved myself and lightly knocked.

"Co in!" ca the instant response from the other side, so I naturally obliged and opened the door.

The chamber on the other side was quite… err… let's go with 'eclectic'. If this was the first ti I had laid my eyes on Elly's room, I would have probably frozen on my tracks as I stepped in, but since I have already seen the place a couple of tis through Far Sight, I was ntally prepared. As for a description… where do I even begin?

Let's start with the general layout. Since the room was naturally part of the mansion, at its base it had the sa kind of marble floor and dark hardwood wall paneling as the rest of the building. The richness of the architecture was further reinforced by a vaulted ceiling covered in baroque stucco decorations and huge, elaborate windows partially hidden by simple yet elegant black curtains. The furniture inside were also of similar design, all white and intricately ornanted with golden highlights on the edges and the handles, and the centerpiece of the room was definitely the giant, king-sized bed in the middle. In summary, it really did feel like I just stepped into the bedroom of a true princess.

Unfortunately, things didn't stop there. Now, while I am the first to admit that I am not above considering animal plushies cute, or finding them even cuter when they are arranged in a girl's room, but there is sothing to be said about the effect not scaling well when it ca to the kind of numbers I was facing at the mont. We weren't talking about a couple of plushies, or even dozens, but hundreds of the adorable little buggers, in various colors, sizes and designs. Seeing them neatly arranged all over the place suddenly made a chill run down my back, as if I just entered into the elaborate set-piece of a schlocky horror movie.

This would have been weird enough, but that wasn't all! On top of all this, as if just to make the place even more anachronistic, the walls were plastered with posters. Now, for a teenage girl, no matter how well bred, having posters on her walls was nothing unusual. Well, I might have agreed with that assessnt if they were, oh, I don't know… let's say so pop stars, or celebrities, or maybe even a handso sports star or sothing. Usual, dare I say stereotypical, teenage girl stuff.

It probably doesn't take a genius to figure out that no, the faces staring at from her walls didn't belong to the mbers of the latest dreamy boy band. In fact, all of them featured various groups of leather-clad, long-haired, bearded n, occasionally with elaborate props in tow, posing in front of epic landscapes filled with thunderstorms, volcanoes, dark forests, mythical animals, or even more likely, all of the above at the sa ti. In case my brief description wasn't enough, let spell it out: Elly's walls were covered by dozens of different, carefully frad promotional posters from actual tal bands, and to make it even weirder, most of them even had autographs on them!

So, let's put all of this together, and we now had an opulent room that looked like an actual royal suite form a period movie, its furniture all but buried under a mountain of plushies of various colors and sizes, and with frad images of snarling power tal bands covering the walls in every direction the eye could see. If this was the first ti I saw this, it would have easily taken a minute to gather my wits but, due to my previous inoculation, I just let out a flat 'huh' instead and closed the door behind .

In the anti the princess demurely walked up to and said, "Welco to my room. It's… the first ti I invited a boy in here."

Now, this was the thing that actually had froze up for a mont and forced to gather my wits. I knew this was a trope or sothing in certain romance narratives, but unfortunately I didn't really do any research into that genre lately (being more focused on the whole 'battle-shounen shenanigans' thing, because of obvious reasons related to actual survival), so I had no idea what direction the trope actually went. At long last I decided to be cautious, and answered with a noncommittal, "I'm honored?"

Elly let out a delighted giggle, and a mont later she clamped onto my arm like it was the most natural thing to do, and then she began to pull towards her bed while asking, "So, what do you think?"

I had to ponder for a mont to figure out just what she was asking about, but since we only talked about her room so far, I ventured a guess and tentatively answered, "Your room certainly has a strong character," in my most diplomatic politician voice.

She didn't seem to mind, as she only smiled at my response. anwhile, we reached her bedside and we both sat down, and to my eternal sha, it was only at this crucial mont that I realized that I kind of just ca to her place on autopilot because I was 'requested', but I didn't actually have anything to talk about. Since I already had enough awkward silences, I quickly started grasping for possible conversation starters, and so I blurted out the first thing that caught my eyes.

"Just where did you get so many plushies?"

"You like them?" she asked back, and after a mont of hesitation I answered with a not at all confident nod that made her smile all the sa. "Dad buys one whenever he goes on a business trip or visits one of the branch families, and they piled up over the years."

"Really? He must travel a lot."

"He does," she told while, for so reason, proudly puffing up her chest. "That bunny over there is what he brought this week." I followed her pointing finger towards a large, blue rabbit sitting on her cabinet in the corner. After a few monts of silence, she added, "Believe it or not, I actually have even more plushies back in Vienna."

"You have a mansion in Vienna too?" I asked imdiately, just to move the conversation away from plush animals.

"Yes," Elly nodded, and then wiggled a little to free the hand clasped around my left arm and she began to count on her fingers in a now familiar yet still absolutely adorable display. "We have a big mansion like this in Vienna, one in Stockholm, a mountain villa near Sofia, and smaller mansions in Lisbon, Warsaw, and Berlin."

"Really? You have a lot of real estate in Europe," I mused aloud, though it was sothing I was already aware of so of those due to my research.

"We also have about thirty safe houses around the rest of the world, but Europe is the ancestral land of the Dracis family," Elly answered with a smug little smile on her face that kind of made want to pinch her cheeks. Just a little.

I restrained the urge, and instead I stated, "That's a lot of safe houses."

To my shock and surprise, the previously giddy smile disappeared from my girlfriend's face in under a second, only to be replaced by a seethingly angry scowl.

"It cannot be helped," she stated, her voice dour and angry, raising the contrast with her previous behavior by another notch. "We can never be too vigilant against the accursed knights."

"Oh right, those guys," I mumbled, still in the process of recovering from the sudden mood whiplash.

"Yes, them," Elly gave an intense nod, as if I just said sothing really profound, and she also apparently took it as a prompt to yell, "I can't wait until every last one of them have been erased from the face of this planet!"

"Whoa there!" I grabbed onto her hand and began soothing her. "No need to get that loud, it's not like they can hear you." Elly let out a placated huff, and after a second or two I cautiously asked her, "I don't think they have been particularly active as of late though."

"Right, but that just ans they must be scheming sothing," she hissed in response. "Just like the last ti."

I looked at the princess for a solid five seconds, debating whether I should ask or not, but in the end curiosity got better of and so I said, "I feel like there is a personal story here. Do you want to talk about it?"

To my surprise, Elly jumped to her feet and declared, "Very well, if you insist, I will tell you the story of my everlasting grudge!"

"I'm not insisting that much," I whispered, but my mumbles fell on deaf ears as the princess crossed her arms (which also incidentally put extra emphasis on her chest), so in the end I decided to just sit back, soak in the sight, and enjoy the show.

In the anti Elly began with, "It all started a long-long ti ago! Our ancestors, over centuries of grueling battles and sacrifices, managed to claim all the dragon-slaying weapons of the accursed knights."

"Question!" I raised my hand like we were in school, and the princess imdiately froze up with a perplexed expression. Since she didn't say anything, I took it as permission, so I asked, "I was just wondering, are there other kinds?"

"Um… Yes, I think?" Elly muttered uncertainly, obviously knocked out of her groove just as she was getting into it. "I an, we are holding onto the last dragon-slaying arm here, so for there to still be knights, they must have other kinds of weapons." After saying that, she all of a sudden went deathly pale and she all but threw herself at and clasped my hands in her own. "Wait, that was supposed to be a secret!"

"Which part?" I asked back by reflex.

"The part about the dragon slaying spear in Sebastian's office."

I gave my girlfriend a long, hard look, just to make sure she wasn't pulling my leg, but after a short while I simply let out a shallow groan and told her, "Princess, you are terrible at keeping secrets."

"I know!" she agreed, but then she finally caught her gaffe, and her subsequently pale face went beet red in an instant. "I… I an… Please don't tell anyone!"

"Don't worry, I won't," I reassured her while squeezing her hand back, then said, "So, I figure you wanted to tell the story of how your family snatched that spear."

"We didn't snatch it!" she pouted for a mont, then she stood back up, letting go of in the process, following which she stuck out her chest and proudly declared, "They attacked us first, and father beat them up, so it's technically a spoil of war."

"You are also spoiling the ending," I warned her, at which point she let out a small 'Ah' sound.

"Right, I should start from the beginning," she said, accompanied by a nod, and then began. "This happened about five years ago. Back then, we were living in Berlin, and I was going to a private elentary school there."

"Was this before or after you t Josh?"

"After. So, I told you that the accursed knights like to lay low before they strike, right?" I nodded, and so she solemnly continued, "It was just like that back then. The business was great, the knights didn't cause any trouble in years, and I made a lot of friends in school, so father decided to stay in place for a little longer instead of moving to the next estate as usual. So, my parents decided to book an entire floor of this large boat restaurant on the Spree for their wedding anniversary."

"A boat restaurant? They have those in Berlin?"

"Yes," Elly's solemn façade lted in a second as she grinned at . "It was on this large barge, and the food was really great. The sight of the river Spree was also really romantic at night! Oh, I know! We should have our anniversary there too… I an, if they actually rebuilt the place after the battle."

"You are both thinking too far ahead and spoiling your story again."

"Oh, right. Sorry… Where was I?"

"Your parents booking an entire restaurant," I told her helpfully.

"Okay," she nodded and then sohow managed to forcefully return herself into a semblance of solemnity under a second. "As I was saying, our family went to the restaurant on the boat, with only minimal security. The knights were apparently waiting for an opportunity like that for years, and just when they finished serving the hors d'oeuvres, they attacked. At first, they created a diversion by causing an explosion nearby, and when we were distracted, they attacked us from behind like the cowards they are! So of them were disguised as part of the staff of the restaurant, so it was complete chaos! Then one of the bastards sneaked up behind my mother and stabbed her in the side!"

"Oh…" That actually took a little aback. "That must have been terrible."

"Well, I was a little scared for her at the ti, but mom is really tough, you know? So what does she do when she gets stabbed by the last remaining dragon slayer spear? She grabbed the guy dressed in a tin can and punched him so hard he flew across two tables! Then father noticed what happened, and he let out this amazing roar as he dashed over, grabbed the guy, and then threw him right into the river! He flew for about thirty ters! It was so cool!"

"Okay, ti out!" I raised my hands in the shape of a T, which finally made her stop her enthusiastic retelling. "What kind of story is this!? I thought you were going to share with the dramatic experience that made you hate the knights so much, and instead it devolved into you bragging about your parents!"

"I'm not bragging!" she retorted with a pout. "It was really traumatic! And I hate them because they stabbed my mom, so I'm still on topic!"

"Fine," I grumbled. "So, what happened after that?"

"After that?" Elly blinked at and then stated, "Well, father and Sebastian beat up all the accursed knights and we picked up the spear."

"That's the end of it?! Where is the climax!?"

"It was when my father threw the knight into the river. Weren't you listening?"

I gave the blonde dragon girl my most critical look, and then said, "So, in summary: you hate the knights because they tried, and failed, to assassinate your mother," I paused here for a mont, but I decided to ask anyways: "Speaking of which, I guess she survived the ordeal."

"Of course. I told you, mom's tough," Elly emphasized her words like she was stating the obvious.

In the end I let out a huge sigh, subtly rolled my eyes, and inquired, "So, if the knights only scared you a little by completely botching an assassination that they had apparently been planning for years, then what was the point of this story again?"

"It was… um…" At this point I wasn't even surprised that she couldn't give a straight answer, but I still let her try. "Well… It still contributed to my dislike of the accursed knights! And it also explained why mom's in a wheelchair."

"Whoa, hold on!" I raised my hands in a T again. "This is the first ti I've heard of this."

"Really?" Elly looked up, apparently in honest surprise, but then she suddenly grinned at and said, "Oh, right! I haven't introduced you to her yet! We should do that today!"

"Do we have to?" I mumbled dispiritedly, but she only continued to grin at , so I decided to change the subject. "So, you said she was stabbed in the side, right? Why is she in a wheelchair?"

"Because it was a dragon-slaying weapon," the princess answered as if it was completely self-evident. "Those are dangerous because they stop us from regenerating."

"Regenerating? Since when can you do that?"

"I could always do that."

"Then what happened when you sprained your ankle?"

Elly blinked at and then after so reflecting she said, "Well, to regenerate we have to assu our draconic form. That's why dragon-slaying weapons are dangerous; they make us unable to transform properly."

"Yes, I think I get that, but then why didn't you transform after you got ho after hurting your ankle?"

"I…" she began, but then she gave an odd look and said, "Actually… why didn't I do that?"

I was actually surprised by this new information. Could it be that whatever narrative influence was ssing with also did the sa to the others? For example, to make sure the supernatural masquerade didn't get out of the bag early, it might have made Elly conveniently forget that she can transform for a while. … Or my girlfriend was just a natural airhead. One or the other.

Since the princess looked like she was getting more confused the more she was thinking about her past actions (a sentint I was really familiar with), I decided to change the topic by reaching out and gently pulling her into my lap. In the beginning she was a little startled by my sudden action, but then a mont later she simply accepted the situation and began snuggling up to .

"Are you sure you are a dragon girl and not a cat?" I whispered to myself, but she must have heard it, as she glanced up at with a curious 'Hm?', so I told her, "Nothing. I'm just thinking aloud."

I was just getting comfortable, but then the princess suddenly threw a curveball and said, "We were joking about it, but… I really do hate the knights, you know?"

"I figure it's not just because they hurt your mother," I ventured a guess, and she nodded in return.

"No. I an, I really hate that particular guy that stabbed her, but he was just the tip of the iceberg." As she said that, she twisted in my lap so that she could look at properly over her shoulder before she continued, "I really hate them because our entire lives revolve around them. They are not a huge threat, not anymore, but they are a constant one. We always have to be on the move, never staying at one place for long. All the family businesses have to be run in secret. Whatever we do, we always have to be on the lookout for them and live under their nace." At this point she paused for a mont, then with a slightly shaking voice she continued, "And… since we are dating, they might even start targeting you. Or even Judy!"

"Easy there, princess," I soothed her before she could work herself into a frenzy. "I am not worried about them, to be honest. I have enough people out for my blood already, so if they want to join the club, they need to draw a number first."

"That's not a good thing!" she protested quite vehently. "In fact, adding them as an extra threat makes it even worse!"

"Now, now. It's not that bad. Not to ntion, do you think I wouldn't get involved if they showed up, even if we weren't going out?"

Elly wrinkled her brows thoughtfully for a while, then she answered, "Yes, you would. You would probably antagonize them to the point where they would even forget about us for a while."

"See, that ans there is no problem here."

"No, that's exactly the problem!" she retorted with a nostalgic scowl. "How are we supposed to have a peaceful anniversary dinner on the river Spree if you keep antagonizing everyone?"

"You really want to have a dinner there, don't you?"

"But only so that I can throw a knight into the water like dad did. I have been training in martial arts just for that!"

"Easy, easy," I playfully chided her with a smile. "If we actually get to the point where we would have a dinner like that, I would have probably already taken care of the knights, so there is no need to worry your pretty head over it," saying so, I patted her on the head for emphasis. The feeling was a little different than when I did that to Snowy, and the way she delightedly rubbed her crown against my palm once again reminded of a cat.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, in a strange yet not at all uncomfortable silence. Maybe it was because of the cozy atmosphere, or our previous ntion of hypothetical anniversaries, but I as I held my slightly less troubleso girlfriend (which, considering I was talking about an easily excitable rich ex-tsundere dragon girl, spoke volus about Judy), I couldn't help but wonder about the future.

I still had to figure out what made this world tick, but that was sothing of a long-term goal currently on hold due to a need to establish our place in the supernatural hierarchy before we would get swallowed up by it. Once we did that, I figured Judy and I would return to our previous cycle of theory-crafting and experintation, but that wasn't going to put bread onto the table. At the mont I was fine due to my mysterious allowance and the money on my bank account, but neither of those were stable or infinite.

I had no idea how long it would take us to figure out the secret behind this world we lived in. It could take as little as a few months or as long as a few decades, and I had no long term plans for the worst case scenario. Also, it wasn't like once I finished settling the Faun and training Josh to take up his mantle as the hero would an there would be no further distractions down the road.

Granted, all of this wasn't a really pressing issue at the mont, since I still had two years of high school left, but what if we couldn't reach a conclusion in our research before that was over? At that point I will have to start thinking about higher education, or finding work to support two girls at the sa ti. Though again, it's not like they needed support per se. Judy was smart, both academically and in general, and I was pretty sure that she would do very well for herself in the future, while the princess was… well, an almost quite literal princess. If anything, she would be the one supporting . Would that make into a trophy husband? A question for later, I concluded, and instead I focused on said girl reservedly grinning on my lap.

"Hey, Elly?" I called out to her, which apparently startled her a little.

"Yes? Is there a problem? Am I heavy?"

"No, you're not. I just wanted to ask sothing."

"Really?" For so mysterious reason she was suspiciously delighted by my answer, but I decided not to dwell on it and instead asked the question on my mind.

"I was just wondering… do you have any plans?"

"Plans for what?" she asked back while raising her brows.

"For the future. For example, what do you want to do once you graduate high school?"

"Oh, that?" For a mont she seed a little down, but then she quickly bounced back and said, "Actually, I probably won't graduate. Not like you do, at least. I never really attended school until recently anyway, and once we leave the island, I will have my private tutors prepare for the graduation exam, and that will be it."

"So… you won't go to university?"

"Almost certainly not," she answered, accompanied by a shrug. "I will most likely take so business classes and then start working with father."

"Really? So you want to take over the family business?"

"To be honest, I don't really want to, but I have to." She probably realized she sounded a little bleak there, so she hastily added, "Don't take wrong! It's not a bad job, or a hard one. Dad barely has to make any business decisions, and most of the work is taken care of by the accountants and the managers."

"I see," I whispered noncommittally, but before I could say anything else, the ball was suddenly thrown into my court.

"What about you? Are you going to go to college?"

I blinked at the girl on my lap, eagerly awaiting my answer like it was sothing really significant, so after a mont of thinking I honestly told her, "I don't really know yet." She gave an odd look, so I decided to elaborate. "To be perfectly frank with you, the reason why I asked you was because I just realized that I don't really have any plans for the future. I an, I am currently bogged down with the Magi, and the Abyssals, and Snowy's situation…"

"Now that you ntion it, did you manage to get her new papers?"

"There is so progress, but no, not yet," I answered the princess, graciously overlooking the way she interrupted , and after a shallow sigh I continued, "So, as I was saying, currently I am too busy with averting whatever imdiate disaster is heading our way to think about long term plans."

"You can always work with us!" she offered on the spot. "In fact, once we get married, it is best that you work in the family business. It's safer that way."

I let out another sigh that may or may not have had a small chuckle hidden in it and replied, while gently poking Elly's forehead, "You're putting the cart in front of the horse again."

The princess let out a soft giggle, though as to why I had no idea, and said, "So you have no dreams for the future? That's a little sad."

"Well, plans and dreams are not the sa thing, but you are technically correct," I answered absent-mindedly, but then what I just said made curious, so I asked, "Speaking of which, do you have any dreams yourself?"

To my surprise (and secret delight), the girl on my lap suddenly reddened to the tip of her ears and she turned her head away in a very princess-like fashion.

"I… have nothing in particular," she told while crossing her arms and refusing to look my way, which earned her a small chuckle from yours truly, after which I gently poked her cheek from the side.

"Co on princess! You know that if you act like that, it only confirms that you have sothing to hide."

"No I don't," she responded while turning her head away, so I switched sides and continued to poke her other cheek. "Stop that! You probably don't even want to hear it!"

"You say I don't want to hear that thing that according to you doesn't even exist?"

"Muuu…" Elly pouted for a while, then softly said, "It's silly."

"I'm not going to laugh," I promised at once. When she heard that, she finally glanced at again over her shoulders, and after looking each other in the eye for a while, she raised her right hand towards .

"Pinky swear," she demanded, rather than asked, and after getting over my first bafflent I decided to be nice and play along with her peculiar request. After entwining our pinkies and shaking fingers three tis, for so reason she seed visibly more assured and she finally declared, "Since I was little, I wanted to be a singer."

"A singer," I repeated after her. "Like, a pop-star or sothing?"

"No, not that kind!" Elly protested as she abruptly jumped off my lap and walked over to the nearest wall. "Do you know Dragon Prodigy?"

As she asked, she pointed at the large, frad poster behind her. It featured five burly, long-haired n clad in black leather grimacing in the forefront, surrounding a young, pale-skinned brunette in the middle wearing what appeared to be an overly elaborate gothic dress, with a giant blue mountain and two red dragons providing the background. As she said, the poster had the words 'Dragon Prodigy' on the top in a font that resembled burning, molten rocks. After I spent a few seconds scrutinizing the image, I gave Elly a tentative nod.

"I was actually the backing vocalist for Janis in their last two albums," she stated while puffing up her chest again.

For a mont I was kind of flabbergasted, and all I could ask was a confused, "That was you?"

Now it was my girlfriend's turn to look confused, as she asked back, "You listen to them?"

To be honest, it wasn't like I was so kind of talhead or anything. In fact, I only learned about the existence of this band, along with many others also featured on Elly's wall, after being shocked by them on my first Far Sight visit into her room a few weeks back. I'd say that the eclectic image of the room left a deep impression on , and so I imdiately searched for them on the internet. They were playing a genre called 'gothic symphonic power tal', a phrase which would've needed several paragraphs to explain, so I didn't even attempt to do so here. Even more shockingly, their music was actually pretty good. Because of this, lately whenever I was working on the research notes, administering the Hub, or just browsing in general during the night, I had their discography running in a loop in the background.

As such, after so deliberation, I told the princess, "You could say I am familiar with them, yes."

That comnt earned a giant grin and she began to explain herself with extra gusto.

"You see, I always wanted to be a singer in a band, like Janis!" Janis was the lead singer of the aforentioned band, by the way. "I told you I took music classes, right? I've been doing so ever since I was little, and a few years ago, when father and I visited the recording studio, they let do so backup for Janis. They were super-nice, and when they finished recording, they said my voice was great and it complinted the album, so they convinced dad to let sing in the rest of the songs they were recording too!"

"Sooo… Doesn't that an that you are already a singer?" I asked tentatively, at which point Elly's smile slowly withered into a disappointed pout.

"It's not the sa. My na couldn't be put on the credits, so I had to use a pseudonym. I am also not allowed to appear on stage, because then the accursed knights might recognize , and then what's the point?"

"You could still sing."

"Yes, but… The whole point of being a tal singer is the live performance! The lights, the crowd, the atmosphere! I want to do that! Being a backup singer who only appears on the studio albums is no fun!"

I was pretty sure that what she just said was a little disrespectful to backup singers everywhere, but seeing her eyes sparkle in excitent and then imdiately afterwards get dejected over and over again like that made decide not to file a complaint in their stead for the ti being. Instead I stood up and told her, "So it's back to the knights being a nuisance again, huh?"

"Yes!" Elly vehently agreed with . "They are the worst!"

"Yeah, they are," I muttered as I looked at the poster again. In my mind's eye, I tried imagining how Elly would look in that group, in that dress. Then I imagined how she would look on the stage while performing; the crowd, loud and lively, singing along with the chorus. In my mind, the only way I could imagine her was with an enormous, gorgeous, elated smile. Then I looked at the girl who was sighing in lancholy as she looked at the sa picture, and before I knew it, there was a new little desire born in . It was whispering, planning, and scheming, with only one goal in mind: to make that smile a reality. Of course, to do so I would have to deal with a certain knight order, but considering they were openly antagonizing my girl and her family, it was only a matter of ti before I would collide with them anyway.

For the ti being though, I shut it in one of the recesses of my mind and returned to the conversation at hand. Elly looked a little depressed after our discussion, so in order to improve her mood, I decided so flattery was necessary.

"But still, you actually sang for a big band like that?" I began, just to get her interest. "That's still really impressive. I knew you had an amazing singing voice, but I didn't think the professionals would recognize it too."

"I told you I've been practicing since I was litte," she told with a smug little smile that suited her much better.

"I know, but I am still happy for you. Even if it's just a baby step, it still ans you have a foot in the industry. Who knows? You might even get your chance once the knights are out of the picture."

"The knights? Out of the picture?" She paused for a second to ponder, then she shook her head. "Probably not in our lifeti. They are like cockroaches."

"You can never know," I told her with a wink. "Think of it this way: if you could go back in ti and tell yourself that you'd co to this island and beco friends with not only a Celestial, a Magi, and an Abyssal, but you would also enter into a relationship with yours truly, your younger self would've probably said it was impossible too, and yet here we are."

The princess looked at funny for a mont, but after so ti she let her shoulders slouch and said, "When you put it like that, our situation seems even weirder… and you forgot to ntion the part where we only got together because you sabotaged my attempts to get close to Josh."

"I didn't sabotage anything," I answered with a slight huff. "I told you, I was a victim of circumstances, and then things just kind of snowballed from there."

"Yes, yes," she agreed with her mouth, but her eyes told she wasn't listening to a word I was saying. A mont later she just crept closer and then suddenly glomped while proclaiming, "Things worked out great in the end, so everything's fine."

"That's just the hormones talking," I muttered, at which point she pinched my side. Unlike Judy's valiant yet harmless efforts at inflicting physical violence, this one actually stung, but I decided to bear with it and not to react in any way.

"You are terrible at reading the mood," she audibly sulked, yet didn't show the slightest intention of letting go of .

"Yeah, Judy tells that a lot too."

"Then you should—" Before she could finish saying her piece, she was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Not only that, Elly suddenly all but leaped away from as if I was made of molten tal or sothing, and she only let out a relieved sigh after she saw that the door was still closed. She quickly checked her clothes (as if sothing would be out of place), and after a second or so she called out, "Enter."

"Please pardon the intrusion," echoed two voices as a pair of familiar French maids entered the room. They were the… twins, maybe? The ones with the bubble cuts. I don't think I've ever heard their nas. Anyways, they bowed in unison, and the one on the left said, "Milady, your mother is requesting your presence."

"Right now?" Elly asked back, obviously a little suspicious.

"Yes. It is quite urgent," the other maid with the exact sa face and voice answered.

"If it's important…" the princess mumbled as she glanced between and the duo, visibly hesitating, but at last she sighed and told , "I'll be back in a minute."

"No need to rush," I spoke with a smile. "I'm not going anywhere."

She returned the gesture, and then the three of them imdiately left. The maids didn't even say goodbye or anything. To my surprise, less than thirty seconds later, just as I was about to sit back down on the bed and wait for Elly to return, soone knocked on the door again. At first I was a little apprehensive, but then they knocked again, so I raised my voice and said, "Yes?"

Without further ado, the door swung open and linda entered the room, prim and proper as always, and she told , "Future young master, the head of the household is requesting your presence."

For a mont I could only stare at the chambermaid in disbelief, then I finally asked, "Right now?"

"Yes. It is quite urgent," she told with a nod.

"… Did you rehearse this ahead of ti?"

linda didn't seem to get it.

"What are you referring to?"

"Never mind," I dismissed the topic with a wave of my hand. "Do I really have to go though? Shouldn’t we wait for Elly to co back?"

"I believe it's in future young master's best interest to do so."

I shook my head in resignation and started walking.

"All right then, let's get this over with. Please lead the way."

"Yes, future young master," linda agreed with a bow as she held the door open for . I subtly rolled my eyes as I exited the room before glancing back at her.

"Also, please stop calling that."

"Yes, future, young master," she repeated with a straight face.

"… Are you doing this just to annoy ?"

"Yes, future young master."

At this point I simply gave up on having a proper talk with her and instead just gestured for her to go ahead. Thus, unexpectedly enough, I was on my way to et my possible future father-in-law for the first ti… who was apparently capable of throwing grown n in plate armor over a distance of thirty ters. How co all of a sudden Judy's father with his shotgun seed so quaint…?