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It's exhausting, this summer heat. Commonly I'd love to dress up, go to a beach and instigate weak-minded bullies into breaking kids' sandcastles at the height of noon. This pastime was made even better when those kids snitched on their dads, which usually meant beat up bullies looking for the cute onee-san who told them to do so with a popsicle as their price. I make sure to appear erratically, even undeveloped minds could understand what a pattern was... and also spread gossip.
It's more mischievous than anything, but it really helped out my skills as a shameless villainess and makeup artist, those looks would completely fail without a tasteful touch of skimpy wear.
But this world has no such habits for summer, the richest of the rich, the bluest blood of the blue bloods languishing away in their poorly ventilated countryside manors... and I am one of them.
Welp, at least I have found at least three petroleum deposits and a whopping fifty beds of coal within my family's territory. My goodness, I could start an industrial revolution!
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Dear me, that sounds so eugh. I might never have a phone, yet to ruin the aesthetics for one????? How on hell's name can a villainess perform in a modern stage, clad in what, Loubotins and a tracksuit but the Loubotins would work, like blood red soles, that would EAT!
Ahem ahem, anyway, what actually made me remember Japan was the dish in front of me, conceived, prepared and served by none other than Hansel, who looks quite dapper with the dark green and silver colours I've picked for him (SHUT UP H*rry P*tter did not trademark such a villainously handsome colour scheme, if you say so FUCK YOU)
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I take a bite and it's the unhealthy goodness only a fried chicken wing can provide, like this therianthrope not only learnt to use salt, pepper and a bloody ancient equivalent of monosodium glutamate, he deconstructed a chicken and chose the wings and legs to present to me.
Bloody hell.
I put a prototype invisible magic thread tapping into Hansel's inherent mana. It's honestly bullshit, but I have a hypothesis, hell, not even that, a baseless gut feeling out of all things, but...
People that came from Earth had a fuckton of mana. Why Earth? Because it's where I come from, dumbass.
Ahhhhhhh, I hate this... well, not the fried chicken, that was horrendously good.
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Should I fucking invent ventilation systems?
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Hell nah, that's too saintly.
I wave away Hansel and force myself to sleep using magic. But why do I have a feeling I have forgotten something? Hm... ah, oh well.
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What have I done wrong?
The man sighed at the barely eaten plate of the chicken cooked just the way he dreamt of, the sauce as flavourful as his dream-self had tasted. She only forked to her mouth two minute pieces from the cut wing.
Perhaps it's because of the heat? She did say airy climes were better during such times.
His eyes fell down to her used utensil, barely showing her painted lips. He was currently in an empty corridor, no maid or servant scurrying about.
As if bewitched, he placed his fingertips at the prongs of the silver fork worth more than the entirety of his former clan and pressed them on his lower lip. Hansel shook himself awake and immediately tried not to kill himself with the sheer pity of his gesture.
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HACHOO!
Ouch, bruh, even in my dream I got a cough.
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Y'know, the girls are being weird with me. Like yeah I didn't like felt sad was unhappy didn't agree with Alpha and everyone growing up far away from me. Well, they did come back, with more insane rp stuff like what, five hundred recruits? Sheesh, they can be a bit insane.
Like today, Alpha keeps bugging me with something, always going close near me, or maybe my face. If I didn't know her at all, I'd say she'd be trying to kiss me.
Haha, what a funny... and super duper scary feeling! As expected, romance scenarios suck for an eminence in shadow!
I wave her off and find if Beta is stalking me again, writing about something or another. I don't exactly dislike it, it's cool to have some of the girls tell some goons about the words of Shadow, hehehe. Also, Beta isn't around but she did ask me to touch some paper for her.
But before I could sigh in relief, two balloons made of slime appeared in front of me.
Still having great magic control there, Epsilon?
I say hi and speed past her, feeling like I've dodged a bullet.
And that feeling always keeps me on my toes today, like is there something wrong with my face or something? Delta is being herself as usual, but even Zeta's more... clingy?
Eta... she's quarantined again, sheesh, what crime against humanity did she cook up again?
Gamma's busy and I don't want to mess with her work flow, but she literally ran towards me and fell down, her nose bleeding.
“H-Hey Gamma.”
“Greetings my LORD!”, she gracefully yelled out as two girls help her up.
I sigh and try really hard not to say something.
Today's really weird, huh?