The smell of wood from the high multiple rows of bookshelves and books spike my nose. I have to praise the librarian and maids for taking good care of the mansion’s library. I doubt I’d sneeze due to dust because I don’t spot specks of dust anywhere. The library is quiet and peaceful. I haven’t stopped by for some of the time. I lean on the wall at the bay window with my legs extend to the front. Receiving vitamin D from the morning sunlight, I flip to the next page of the novel I’m currently reading, Travel To You – a story about a brother who searches the whole continent to find his lost sister. Its plot is kind of cheesy, but it’s heartwarming to see the brother never gives up on finding his sister, overcoming every obstacle that the author specially wrote for him. Living as Kira Vuitton, I was the eldest child. It’s a given that my 4 younger siblings – 2 boys and 2 girls – would depend on me after my parents. Due to that, I had always wished for an older brother

Kira walks to our picnic spot, under a big shady tree. She sits on my right – both her arms at the back and legs straight to the front. Her neck bends to look up. “The fact you bring me here for a picnic. And dismiss all the knights at a remote area like this.” “They’ll just disturb our moment.” “What if there’s danger?” “I’ll protect you.” She smirks, followed by a soft laugh. “Yes, yes. Why should I be afraid when I’m with Ardiane’s swordsman champion, correct?” Before I could boast further, I feel a sudden weight on my right lap – the leg which is extended forward. I look down, spotting familiar dazzling eyes, a beautiful face, and a cheeky smile lying on my lap. I startle and instantly want get up, but Kira grabs my hand, pinning it down to the ground. “Not fair. How dare you chicken out?” She says, a wave of slight anger in her tone. The smile earlier fades into an intimidating face. “K-Kira…” I stutter, shifting my face a

My palms withdraw my face which is wearing a desperate expression of denial. “Yuri, it’s nothing like-!” A force pulls me, bumping into a muscular figure. “Thank you for the compliment, Lady Yurisina.” Azher says, grasping me around the shoulders. She nods, satisfied with this kind of reaction. “Or… should I address you as ‘Your Grace’?” He adds, passing my blush to her. Yuri’s white fair skin turns red in less than a second to Azher’s comment. She lowers her head, hiding the prettiest strawberry in my life. I softly giggle. This time, it’s my turn to enjoy Yuri’s cute reactions. “Pardon me, Your Grace, but may I borrow Ki-” My elbow punches into his stomach – he’s about to speak my real name. He bends a little from the pain – though being blocked by me – and changes his words, getting the hint. “-llian’s lady?” “Y-Yes.” Yuri stutters then lift her head to Azher. “Please don’t call me that, Your Highness. Her Grace wil

“Remember that day when you fought with Azher in the carriage? That wasn’t him. It was me disguised as him.” He says, letting go of my cheek, then backs away. I freeze for a moment, then angrily yell, “Impossible! There’s no way-” “There are things called spells, sweetheart.” Marius cuts, suddenly appear by my ear with a smelly bitter bean-like breath. Oh, how I regret not learning addition magic and spells – I only know how to use my flames and a magic detector spell. “You’re also in my death note, but I want you to suffer the feeling of knowing the ones you love are being killed without being able to do anything about it.” Killian continues, very much wishing for my misery. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you Azher’s corpse as a gift.” A sly smile on his face while he speaks. “Killian Enzo, you monster! Crazy maniac! Insolent b*stard! A*shole! Go rot in hell!” I curse him with all my might. “Marius, let’s go. She can’t do anything i

“Huff… Huff…” I try to catch my breath due to fighting all the hypnotized knights that came storming us like a tsunami. “You alright?” Azher asks, turning his head around to me while stabbing a knight in the chest using the third sword he had taken from the corpses. “Can’t be better.” I say, slashing the chest of a knight that was about to pounce on me. “Don’t turn your back on the enemy. I don’t wish for you to die because of my ravishing mesmerizing beauty.” “A glance for you ain’t killing me, darling.” I ignore his cheeky reply, more focused on my survival. “Nineteen.” I mumble. “You’re counting?” He asks, skillfully fighting the knights despite eyes on me. Guess that’s the level of a prodigy. “For self-satisfaction.” I give a simple answer while in the middle of increasing my count. “My most sincere congratulations on your imminent loss, darling. I’m at twenty-two. From when we started moving.” Azh