"I-Is it really you, Sis?"My throat threatened to seize up on me as the unholy tide of emotions inside crashed all over me like an unstoppable tidal wave. The sheer amount of relief, disbelief, happiness, and longing all coalesced into a torrent of tears giving my eyes untold amounts of pressure as I tried my best to keep them at bay long enough to at least get a sentence out."L-Livia..." I choked out, my hands trembling as I barely restrained myself from jumping the grown woman. "H-How...""I-I was looking for you..." my sister tearily confessed, her shoulders shaking with the same intensity as mine. "I couldn't... I... I tried my best, Sis..."The emotional tension was thick enough to cut with a buttering knife as we simply stared at each other in stark relief, both of us still processing the miracle that was taking
H-Huh? Lace? Again?!"Sister, I'm sure you have a lot of questions in your mind right now. But trust me that I'm not betraying her for your freedom."I was pretty sure that my mouth was agape at that very moment as I struggled to piece together a working theory as to why the fuck Lace was involved with Prime stuff. Again. Not to mention the fact that I was essentially being traded with another person!"Livia, I trust you. But what the hell is going on?"My voice came out desperate, I noticed. That was pretty bad form when facing someone that can probably wipe us off the map if she had the same power as the one that put us in this situation in the first place. But I needed answers, dammit!"A simple exchange, Lady Crimson," the Prime coldly answered for my sister, her eyes still unnervingly e
If it came from any other person that I even remotely knew, I was pretty sure that I would've taken the Prime's offer immediately. However, the way that she worded her proposition was just a tad too... threatening for my tastes. Prevent us from getting wiped out? How would she even do that? She was only one Prime. And while she had people on her side, I highly doubt that anyone would be stronger or more influential than her to stop a literal army from marching down our village and flattening it within five minutes. A person can only do so much despite their relative raw power.To say the least, I was pretty damn skeptical of this gift horse.While Numerators were monsters, and Primes even more so, nothing short of a godlike defense would be able to hold back the full military might of this Empire. I'm assuming that she'll probably run interference within the ranks to at least
The concept of deal-making was always a fascination of mine; the art of getting a one-up on your proverbial opponent always bringing a surge of satisfaction to my self-fashioned intellectual needs. Having watched countless anime about outsmarting one's opponent's through sheer skill, perception, and wit, I had tried transforming myself into a logical monster; one capable of outsmarting or out dealing her opponent through sheer perception.Or, at least, I thought I had managed to do so.In the end, I was still the plain old girl with an above-average intelligence that managed to scrape by with little to no effort. It was cringe-worthy, being a massive weeb while also being a try-harding delusional idiot. But while I couldn't boast the frightening foresight of the Light Yagamis and Lelouches of the real world, I could at least say to myself that my ability to criticize work that
"If that is all, then I'll be on my way before I am discovered out of my post."The ensuing pause after my own confused deliberations didn't even last a whole ten seconds before our guest and benefactor finally decided to leave. She was probably aching to do so even earlier, but had only been trying to accommodate for my clueless ass in an effort to show sincerity. But still, I was left with more questions than answers as I watched the Prime leave her seat. And wasn't I only supposed to be out of prison temporarily?"And no, Lady Crimson. I already made arrangements for a.. 'fake paper trail', as your sister would've called it." I hadn't even managed to open my mouth before the Prime intercepted my unspoken question. "You are officially, if not legally, free from your incarceration."I was taken back. A well of happiness threatened to overwhe
She didn't know what to think.Olivia had thought that she was already over her sister being somewhat of a clueless idiot when it came to matters that weren't relating to her safety, but it would seem that a part of her was still touched that her sister was still trying despite the older woman's own lack of care for the well-being of others."Vaio is the neighboring kingdom to the east of the Empire," she found herself explaining dutifully, her hands running on autopilot as she rummaged through her chores. "They're a threat to this land, apparently. Often doing experiments on those that they manage to capture."That revelation was something that she learned a few months back during one Lady Love's earlier visits. The fact that a kingdom was kidnapping people only for the pursuit of science was repulsing, not to mention wasteful if she recalled her
Getting back into the swing of things was both a blessing and a curse for my bored mind and lazy soul. While I could feel my guilt easing with every productive task that I manage to complete, my chronic laziness borne from a year of doing nothing but boring fodder tasks kind of threatened to make me relapse into the complacent idiot that I was back in my first life. Doing chores for Livia's shop was fun, and I could have settled with living like this for the rest of my life if not for the pressing concerns still knocking at the back of my mind.Having had a few weeks to acclimatize myself back into a working schedule, my brain also returned to its overthinking and hyperactive state of paranoia. Love was still giving correspondence with us, sometimes offloading a few extra resources for Olivia and I to use while we shared a few more tidbits of basic modern techniques and sciences as recompense. The welcome
Pulling an all-nighter was, and will always never be a part of my plans, but I guess fate had something else in mind when I accidentally spilled ink over the last few pages of my book. As a result, someone who has never been fond of staying up late for work was forced to redo the last few pages of her handwritten book. And as one might think, it was a complete and utter pain in both her back and her wrist.Needless to say, that person was me."Fuck me..."I stared at the finished product with exasperation and relief. The ink-stained pages of a few hours ago laid strewn around behind my desk as their newly-written replacements shone in their white backgrounded splendor. The Art of War. Something that I'd never thought I'd actually write down, let alone even remember this well, to be honest. At least buying the damn thing was well worth the price of