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Reika-sama – 034

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Incidentally, Reika graduates from primary school soon, so let’s have one chapter every 15 minutes until she does.


Ever since people started calling him Emperor, Kaburagi’s popularity rose again.
Because of his achievements during the cavalry battle, it seems that his adherents amongst the boys have gone up. Particularly amongst the underclassmen.
Amongst all the clamour, apparently the boys who served as The Emperor’s Horse were boasting about doing so.
I can’t say I understand how they feel, but as long as the people themselves are happy, then it’s fine I guess.
Emperor’s fame wasn’t contained to the primary school section either. Apparently the stories went as far as the middle school, and I got a mail from Aira-sama reading ‘Apparently Masaya is being called ‘Emperor’ now, isn’t he.’.
When particularly excited kids called him ‘Emperor’ to his face though, he would look at them with an icy gaze. So in the end, everybody had a tacit agreement that ‘Emperor’ would just be an informal nickname, and would never be used in front of him.
I think Emperor made the right choice. If he got on board with it like ‘I am the Emperor!’ then it would definitely turn into dark history and the source of future cringing.
Just to be safe, I mailed Aira-sama with ‘It appears that the person himself has not authorised the nickname, so please take care.’.

But man, to think that the nickname ‘Emperor’ actually came from Napoleon.
As the fake Rococo Queen, he really has terrible compatibility with me.
In 『you are my dolce』 he had always been called Emperor like it was natural, so I never really paid it much mind. I thought for sure that it was because he ruled over the school like a monarch.
But to think that it was an old nickname from primary school.
And what’s more, the reason it came about was a children’s cavalry battle… If it got explained to you once he was already an adult, wouldn’t it sound pretty stupid? Upfffpftt-!
Incidentally, I should note that my Drill Hair nickname is completely unauthorised. Rather than a nickname, that’s more like an insult after all.

*imouto*

Anyhow, unrelated to my personal opinions on it, the girls around me were completely in love with the ‘Emperor’ nickname.

“Isn’t it truly a fitting nickname for Kaburagi-sama?”

“To our class, he was like a conquering hero from the legends~”

“He was so cool during the cavalry battle~”

“Hahh~ Emperor is so dreamy…”

A refreshing breeze blew in from the window. Autumn really is the most relaxing season~
With my tummy also filled with food from lunch, I’m starting to feel sleepy.

“Don’t you think so too, Reika-sama?”

“Eh-?”

Think what? Er, I wasn’t listening at all.

“Reika-sama, you also think that Emperor is cool, don’t you?”

“Y-, Yes, well, yes.”

Can’t go against the majority.

“I knew it~”

All the girls around me nodded in agreement.
All of them like the same people, after all.

“I think Reika-sama would be well-matched with Emperor.”

Hah?

“Right. It’s frustrating, but if it was Reika-sama, I could accept it.”

“If some normal girl was paired with Emperor I definitely wouldn’t allow it, but Reika-sama has both the pedigree and refinement worthy of him.”

“But I still don’t want Kaburagi-sama to belong to anybody yet~”

“If it’s Reika-sama, I’ll definitely cheer for her.”

“Right. Reika-sama, try your best!”

…Hang on there. What’s with this sudden development?
To begin with, Kaburagi has Yurie-sama. Although it’s completely one-sided on his part…

“Everyone, are you not misunderstanding something?”

“My, what would that be?”

“I do not particularly desire to date Kaburagi-sama or anything as amazing as that. In the end, these are simply feelings of admiration. I would never dream of such a thing.”

Seriously, please stop with this!
It’s a matter of life and death for me, okay!?

“But, don’t you like Emperor too?”

“It is admiration. Simple admiration. Something quite different from love.”

The girls tilted their heads in confusion.

“Then, Enjou-sama? You were together in the executive committee, weren’t you?”

“My, so Reika-sama was actually in Team Enjou-sama. Oh my, you’re my rival then. But he really is so gentle and dreamy, isn’t he~ The other day when we bumped into each other, he asked me if I was okay and then smiled at me!”

“Hey, are you sure you didn’t bump into him on purpose?”

“I didn’t~!”

Sorry for breaking it to you while you’re all happy and stuff, but that’s also a misunderstanding!

“I do not hold any special feelings towards Enjou-sama. Although, naturally I admire him as you all do.”

“My, is that the case?”

“That is so.”

Need to say it clearly here.

“Then, just who on earth do you like, Reika-sama?”

“Eh- …nobody in particular.”

“Reika-sama, you don’t like anybody?”

“Well, no.”

“Nobody at all?”

“I do not think so, no.”

“Never ever?”

“Thus far, I do not suppose there has not been anybody like that, no.”

Yeah, my first love is still to come.

Everybody’s eyes turned pitying.

“So Reika-sama was actually still a child…”

GAAHHH…!! OTL
I got called a child by a child!
What is this silent damage that I’m taking…?

I mean, there haven’t been any princes on white horses yet, so it can’t be helped, right!?
My ideal is a calm, dreamy, gentle person who’ll laugh and forgive my selfishness.
Overbearing types like Emperor from the manga are great for screaming ‘Kyaaa! Emperor, so dreamy~~’ when it’s just a manga, but in real life he just causes you trouble.
I mean, come on. Barging in uninvited to the house of the girl you like? Who on earth does that. You just cause huge trouble for their family, or the neighbourhood, you know.
And confessing in the middle of a crowded road? Mannn, no way, no way.
Being forgiven for everything you do because you’re a hot guy? That’s only the case in manga. At least in my opinion.
And so, in that sense, a logical and gentle person is best, hey?
Where can I find my ideal man, I wonder~
Huh?
Isn’t he sitting at my house studying for his exams?

What do I do. Could it be that I really am a brocon…?

*imouto*

Later after school, I, Reika the child, was called to the staff room.

“Kisshouin-san, could you join the executive committee for the Learning Presentation?”

“I decline.”

That thing is even harder than the Athletics Meet. Just who on earth would say yes.
I’ve retired from being an odd jobs master.
Even if you flatter or soothe me, I’m definitely refusing.
The tears of an old guy won’t move my heart at all.

*imouto*

Ever since my experiences during the Athletics Meet, I gained the courage to refuse.

 


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Reika-sama – 033

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If it’s not on there, please feel free and ask. I only get annoyed at questions when the same one has been asked 10+ times, and by then I’ll have updated the FAQ.

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Incidentally, Reika graduates from primary school soon, so let’s have one chapter every 15 minutes until she does.


On the day of the Athletics Meet, I went around with the teachers greeting the guests, so things were busy from the very start.
I get the feeling that the teachers completely used my name as a proud Pivoine and Kisshouin clan member.
And I think it was the same for Enjou who was standing next to me.

Immediately after that, I returned to the executive tent to be stationed as the person in charge of announcements.
I had thought that people in the broadcasting committee would be doing this, but they’re in charge of the music for the event, and don’t have a mic.
The role of announcer is passed to whoever isn’t participating in a current event. People who aren’t good at the more ostentatious roles take a role in the background.
Of course, I wanted to work behind the scenes as well. I’ve got stage fright, so when I was doing announcements my voice was totally trembling.
After checking that there wasn’t any misprint in the programmes and manuscript, I handed it over to an announcer.
Besides that, I also did the boring job of moving the point flags for the relays.
It looks like I’ll get a lot of use out of the sunscreen that Okaasama plastered me with.

*imouto*

I carried out the odd jobs that the teachers assigned me, and then returned to the tent to finally have a breather.
While drinking cold tea, I watched the obstacle relay in a daze.
As you’d expect, they don’t have bread eating competitions in this school, huh~ Even though I would’ve totally gone if they had anpan.

“You’ve done a great job, Kisshouin-san.”

A teacher called out to me.

“You think so? Thank you very much.”

“You’ve been working all morning, right? In the afternoon, leave it to others, and rest a little. Which events are you participating in?”

“The borrowing race.”

I thought that it was a pretty safe game to enter, since it was more reliant on luck than physical ability.
Also I entered the dance, and the foot race, and the ball toss.
I’m sure not looking forward to the race~ At least let me get into the top three somehow.

It was time for the borrowing race now, so I returned to my class.

It’d be great if I didn’t get some weird item. Just glasses or something would be good.
Just to be safe, I looked over the guests to see who had what items.
At the very least, I don’t want to show something shameful like panic.

The other kids who were entering said things like “Let’s do our best, okay?” to cheer each other up.
Uuu, my heart is pounding.

The borrowing race began, and the participants all ran this way and that to look for their items and people after drawing their cards.
Please let me draw something simple!
My turn came up, and what I drew was ‘a fast-running friend’.

Who the heck is that?

Faster than my head could turn, my body ended up moving.
There’s only one friend I know that runs fast.

“Akizawa-kun! Come with me!”

I pulled on the arm of the surprised Akizawa-kun and aimed for the goal.
Although he didn’t seem to know what was going on, he ran with me.
The boys who had been with Akizawa-kun were making a fuss. Don’t misunderstand, damnit.

When I reached the goal and handed the paper over to the attendants, they read it aloud.
As I recall, Akizawa-kun was in the baton relays.
It looks like I somehow managed to contribute to my class.

“A fast-running friend, huh~? I sure was surprised.”

“Mn, sorry about that.”

He was the only one I could think of! If it was ‘fast-running person’ and not ‘fast-running friend’, then I might have found a number of people though.

“Everyone might get angry at me for helping another class.”

As he said that, Akizawa-kun smiled.
I might have gotten him wrapped up in something troublesome. I’m reflecting.

“If anybody says anything like that, please do tell me. I shall deal with it.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.”

After that, while I was standing at the goal, somebody came to get me.
A boy from some other class pulled me and had me run. I’m the item?
We ran to the drawing spot once, and then back to the goal.
What they announced when we reached there was “a girl with a ribbon in their hair”.
Thank goodness.
It wasn’t “a girl with drill hair”.

Because many of the slips this time had things related to people, there weren’t any particular rumours about Akizawa-kun.
I was wondering if I had made trouble for him, so I was relieved to hear that.
Incidentally, a slip that read ‘person you like’ appeared, and a girl was reckless enough to call out to Kaburagi, resulting in a splendid rejection.
Don’t try the impossible.

*imouto*

In the afternoon was more work in the tent.
Now that I had the knack of it, it was easier than in the morning.
Right now I was sitting on a metal folding chair, and watching the events.

Besides the baton relays, there was also the main event of the Athletics Meet; the cavalry battle with the Year 5 and 6 boys.
The classes were broken into two teams, and would snatch at each other’s headbands.
Boys from my class also formed horseback units and participated, but people said there was a favourite team this year.
Kaburagi’s.
Naturally he was the rider.
There’s no way that guy would be a horse.
Kikuno-chan who shared a class with him had told us excitedly, “With this, the cavalry battle will be our class’ win!”.
Even though he would probably just fall off right away and get laughed at.

I was a fool for thinking that.
The moment the start signal rang, Kaburagi freely moved about on his horse, and snatched headband after headband.
There were units that resolutely faced him down, but they would be rammed, have their arms twisted by Kaburagi, and sent tumbling from their horse free of their headbands.
Honestly, it was just too huge a difference in power.
I bet you lot practised heaps, to play Kaburagi’s horse so perfectly.
From their point of view, they’d make heaps of enemies if they let Kaburagi fall, so I’ll bet they practised like their lives depended on it.
For those units that ran away scared, the Kaburagi Unit would hunt them down from behind.
It was like the hunt of a carnivore.
I’ll bet they were scared.
Before long at all, the units from my class were done. No, no, I think you guys put up a pretty brave fight.

“Aa~ah, Masaya has no mercy at all, does he.”

Enjou smiled wryly from his seat behind me.
Yeah, absolutely no mercy at all.

In the end, only the Kaburagi Unit was left, and they seized a complete victory.

*imouto*

*imouto*

Later on, somebody would compare his gallantry in this battle to the legendary Napoleon, and eventually that turned into an Emperor.
It was the start that would cause Kaburagi to gain his famous nickname.

 


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Reika-sama – 032

Everybody, please check the FAQ first before asking me questions.
If it’s not on there, please feel free and ask. I only get annoyed at questions when the same one has been asked 10+ times, and by then I’ll have updated the FAQ.

Thank you for your consideration, guys!


This is my Christmas present to you, and I’d be really glad if you gifted me back with a review on novelupdates!
Incidentally, Reika graduates from primary school soon, so let’s have one chapter every 15 minutes until she does.


It’s autumn again, and the athletics meet came around once more.

Now that we’re the seniors in primary school, it’s become our turn to act as the executive committee.
And for some reason I was nominated as the female executive from our class.
I’m not particularly good at sports, and my planning ability and dynamism isn’t anything to write home about either, so why me? Or so I was wondering at first, but apparently the teacher secretly decided that it would be better to have somebody with enough authority to handle the underclassmen smoothly.

Honestly speaking, it’s a damn hassle…
We’re still primary schoolers so it’s not like the executive committee actually does anything important.
Just stuff like collecting the participation lists from each class, or doing odd jobs for the teachers, or well, small stuff like that.
And also, on the day of the athletics carnival, we’re supposed to stand in our tent and make sure everything comes along.

*imouto*

The executives from 5th and 6th grades gathered before the real preparations for the athletics carnival, and we introduced ourselves.
Amongst these people, I spotted Enjou Shuusuke.
The girls here were all excited about it. Apparently they hadn’t expected that Enjou would be an executive committee member. I didn’t either.
I looked at everybody else too, but concluded that Enjou was probably chosen for the same reason as me.
The two of us are the only Pivoine members.
But unlike me, I would have thought that Enjou would have been able to refuse.
Maybe he’s a surprisingly cooperative guy.
Speaking of which, in Kimidol, Enjou was like the mediator between Emperor and everybody else, wasn’t he.

After the introductions and the explanation of our duties, we were about to begin our work when a problem occurred.
The girls were swarming about Enjou and didn’t look like they were going to do anything.
Enjou himself was doing stuff like printing out the printouts or organising the numbers, and properly doing what he was supposed to, but the girls around him were just talking to him and not working at all.
Even when the boys in the committee gave them a warning, they would declare “I’m helping Enjou-sama!” and far from doing work, would actually look down on the boys by saying “Are you sure you aren’t just jealous because you boys aren’t popular~?” and so the boys couldn’t say anything more.
Enjou warned them as well, and they did start to work, but the moment they left his side, their hands would completely stop.
This was a total mistake in personnel selection…

While all this was happening, I was quietly sitting away from the trouble and folding the programmes.
Thanks to the Enjou Harem, I’m missing a lot of help and it’s terrible.
These programmes were ordered from elsewhere, but for some reason the task of folding them in two was left to the executive committee.
If you’re going to order them from some shop, can’t you just have them finish the job? I don’t really get it.
The paper was stealing the moisture from my hands, and I had trouble picking up one at a time.
This is hard… It’d be great if there was a thimble but…
Looking around, I couldn’t find one, but I did find a rubber band instead.
I wrapped it around my thumb.
Then I tried picking up a page.
Oooh! It’s easier!
Here we go, here we go.
Take and fold, take and fold. Like a machine, I continued to repeat this. Like I was possessed by a mother working a side-job from home, I worked single-mindedly.
Boys walking past exclaimed “Eh-, rubber band!?” beneath their breaths, but I won’t pay any mind. Like a worn-out housewife, I prioritised efficiency.

The happy voices of the harem were audible from where I was. Work, damn you.

*imouto*

Even after that, the girls of the committee continued to orbit Enjou, and basically did no work at all.
Apparently the boys in the committee had long given up on trying to make them.
And as time went on, more and more odd jobs got pushed my way.
From the next day onwards, I provided thimbles. I was also equipped with odourless muscle ointment for sore shoulders.
I’m completely used to clerical work now.
Using the copy machine has become my specialty. I’m good with shrinking, magnifying, and double-sided copying too.
The Year 6 boys all praised me and said “As expected of Kisshouin-san” and pushed more odd jobs onto me.
Do you really think I’ll be fooled with such obvious flattery?
But I couldn’t refuse, so from copying to printing to stapling, just everything, everything, everything got pushed onto me.
Hm? That’s weird.
I’m part of the elite Pivoine, and I’m supposed to be in the top caste amongst the girls, but before I knew it, I became the number one gopher.
Could it be that Side-Job Reika has gotten too powerful due to her talent?
I actually get the feeling that I’m doing every single job that was assigned to the Enjou Harem.

Dammmiiiitt! Work, you lot!

*imouto*

At one point, we realised that one of the underclassman classes had an overlap in their event selections, so I ended up heading there to warn them directly.
It was for times like this that Enjou and I were meant to use our authority as Pivoine members, but if Enjou moved then his harem would move, and we didn’t need a whole damn court procession so I went by myself.

The Year 3 class in question was having a break, so the boys in particular wouldn’t listen to what I was saying.
Because of the stress from the committee lately, I was starting to really sulk in my heart.

‘You lot, do you know who I am!? I’m Kisshouin Reika-sama!! The one and only!!’ I screamed in my heart.

I didn’t have the courage to actually say it aloud.
Dammmiittttt! Every last one of them is…!
Thankfully the girls properly listened to me, and tried to help me out, but a number of the boys just wouldn’t listen.
Or rather, isn’t that kid the one that had the overlaps!? Listen, damn you!

“As I said, you cannot participate in both of these events. Choose one, and let other students have a go at the other.”

“Ehhhhhhhh, but then we’re not gunna win!”

Like I care, retard.

“At any rate, you cannot participate in both. This event will begin immediately after the other, and you will not make it in time.”

“Then I’ll run.”

“That is not the problem here.”

What’s with this idiot? Is he really a student at Zui’ran?
He brings to mind the boys from the public school in my old life.

“Hey, listen to what Reika-sama says!”

“Hah? Who?”

What did you say?
Don’t think I won’t punish you!

Before long, the girls and boys ignored me and started arguing by themselves.
Aah, it’s beyond my control now.

“Okay, enough.”

Enjou clapped his hands together as he entered the class.

“Katsuragi, could you perhaps cause a little less trouble for Kisshouin-san? Just hurry up and fix your event entries already.”

Apparently the naughty kid was acquainted with Enjou, and immediately turned obedient.
Even the noisy class instantly began to behave, and the girls were entranced by Enjou’s show of leadership.
Dammnnnn ittttt, is this the difference between a leader and a faker!?

With Enjou’s arrival, the problems were resolved in an instant, and the two of us returned to the committee room.

“Kisshouin-san, if you were going to go, you could have told me too.”

“It seemed busy around you, so I supposed that you were busy.”

I made sure to prick at him.

“Ahh, that huh? I’m troubled about it too. It looks like quite a bit’s been left to you. I’ll help out too.”

You’re going to come along with useless extras, so no thank you.

“I will be fine. Please do your own work, Enjou-sama.”

“I see.”

When we got back, the women of the harem swarmed around their lord.

“Enjou-sama, we wanted to go too.”

“We completed the work that you left us, Enjou-sama!”

I reported the corrections that the senpais made, and then gathering up the remaining documents, I headed to the staff room.

Aahh, I need soothing…

*imouto*

*imouto*

*imouto*


“Don’t think I won’t punish you!”
Actually, “I’ll subject you to the sour plum (force feeding) punishment!”

“Take and fold, take and fold. Like a machine, I continued to repeat this. Like I was possessed by a mother working a side-job from home, I single-mindedly worked.”
In Japan, there are some side-jobs that you can do from home. Basically they send you like… well, it’s hard to explain, but it’s basically odd jobs like folding things, or sewing things, and you can work from home.

“and we don’t need a whole damn court procession so I went by myself.”
Rather than ‘court procession’, the term used actually refers to members of the inner palace (i.e. harem) lining up in two columns on each side to greet their husband.

“Dammnnnn ittttt, is this the difference between a leader and a faker!?”
Is this the difference between a real charismatic person, and a papier mache?


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Reika-sama – 031

Everybody, please check the FAQ first before asking me questions.
If it’s not on there, please feel free and ask. I only get annoyed at questions when the same one has been asked 10+ times, and by then I’ll have updated the FAQ.

Thank you for your consideration, guys!


This is my Christmas present to you, and I’d be really glad if you gifted me back with a review on novelupdates!
Incidentally, Reika graduates from primary school soon, so let’s have one chapter every 15 minutes until she does.


Yurukyara or yuru-chara are mascot characters of sorts, and like, different prefectures have their own mascots and stuff.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuru-chara

Also I’ve never been to Japan, nor seen how they sell these tourism yuru-charas, so this chapter’s translation might have a few mistakes.


Even though it’s already summer, I haven’t made any progress with the girl at cram school.
But I know her name now. It’s Yorino Aoi-chan.
As per usual, I stole a look at the name written on her books.
Aoi-chan. What a fitting name.
I kind of get the feeling that my stalker traits are getting stronger and stronger.
I don’t think I can laugh at Kaburagi anymore…

*imouto*

But a chance suddenly appeared.

As usual, I was on stand-by next to Aoi-chan as I watched the situation.
And while I was doing so, Aoi-chan suddenly dropped her pen!
At the speed of light, I picked it up!

“Ah-…”

Having lost her pen, Aoi-chan looked at me in a panic.
It’s my chance! My once-in-a-lifetime chance!

“Umm…”

“I-, I-, I am Kisshouin Reika! Gokigen’yoh!”

Aoi-chan’s hand reached towards the pen I was grasping and hesitating in mid-air, but it was a precious hostage. I wouldn’t hand it back so easily.

“Hmm…”

Aahh, she’s frightened of me.
Why? Is it because my eyes are shining like a predators? It is because of my drill hair?
Nooooo, I’m not scary, you know!?
An opening, look for an opening…

“I too like Tarow the Taro!”

“Eh-”

I decided on all or nothing.
To begin with, the reason I wanted to become friends with her is because I saw the unpopular yuru-chara on her bag.

“Ever since I saw your, um, Tarow the Taro keychain, I have always wanted to speak to you.”

Aahh, this kind of feels like a love confession.
My hands are shaking from the nervousness. My heart is pounding away.

“So, um, could you perhaps be my friend?”

“…”

Uwahh, I’m about to cry from the nervousness.
Oniisama, I meant to earnestly get closer to her, but I ended up jumping the gap in one go!
What do I dooo? Saveeee meeeeeeeeee!

“…Um, my pen, please return it.”

“……………”

Aahh, it’s over.

Aoi-chan is frowning just like Tarow is.
Of course she wouldn’t want to be friends with a girl like me.
Of course. A fake Rococo would be the type that Aoi-chan is worst with, after all.
I’m just a drill hair girl.
I see, I see.
I’m sorry. I won’t follow you around anymore. Drill hair girl will quietly leave…
I held out the pen to Aoi-chan.
Definitely, don’t cry.

Oniisama, I’ve been rejected.
OTL…

“…Please take care of me.”

After grasping the pen tightly, Aoi-chan had fallen into thought for a while, but then she raised her head to look at me before saying that.

Huh?

“I’m, Yorino Aoi.”

I know. Because I’m a stalker in the making.

“Please be my friend.”

After saying that, Aoi-chan smiled.

EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!?

“Really?”

“Mn.”

Eh-, why!? Even though you were that scared of me, why!?

“But, weren’t you avoiding me?”

When I said that, Aoi-chan looked a little awkward.
I asked something unnecessary.

“Because, you said that you liked this,”

she said, pointing at her Tarow strap,

“Nobody has said that they liked him before.”

“Same here!”

I’ve never actually asked around, but far from people telling me they like him, nobody has even mentioned him before. They probably don’t even know about him.

“I also want to talk to you about Tarow.”

“Mn!”

Did it! I did it!
Oniisama! I tried my best!
And it looks like Aoi-chan is willing to be my friend!

Class began so we stopped talking for a while, but the moment that it ended, we started talking again.

About how Aoi-chan’s grandpa lives in the countryside, in the area that Tarow the Taro came from.
About how she bought her keychain last year when she went over there to play.
About how Tarow the Taro goods were only sold in his hometown.

“I see~ I also searched the internet, but nobody was selling Tarow goods anywhere, and I was really wondering where on earth you got your keychain, you know? I even thought that you perhaps made it yourself.”

“Ahaha, he’s not very famous so I don’t think they’d sell him on the internet. There isn’t much variety in his goods, and I don’t think they sell very well.”

“Truly?”

“Yeah. Where he comes from, they sell a Tarow pouch with a picture of him in it, and in shops they sometimes have cardboard printouts of him, but the time that I went there, nobody was buying Tarow goods except me.”

“My~”

So Tarow really is a pitiful kid…
So like me, Aoi-chan also became fans of him because she felt sorry for him.
Can Tarow not get any fans outside of sympathy votes?

“Looking carefully, he’s got quite an interesting face, huh~ At a glance he looks plain though~”

“Mn…”

He’s mostly a light brown, so he really is quite plain.

After that, we continued happily talking until second period began.
It was really fun.
We promised to sit next to each other next week too. I’m so happy.

*imouto*

When I got home, I immediately let Oniisama know.

“I did it, Oniisama. I became friends with Aoi-chan!”

“Aoi-chan? The girl that you said you wanted to become friends with, last time?”

“Yes. Today we had a good time chatting about Tarow.”

“Aahh, the… weird little yuru-chara that you like…”

The other day I showed Oniisama Tarow the Taro on the internet.
Oniisama wasn’t sure what to say about him that time as well.

“Oniisama, you still haven’t understood Tarow’s charm yettt?”

“Looks like it. I don’t think it’ll ever happen.”

“Ehhhhh?”

Oniisama, why won’t you understand its cuteness.
But Oniisama gave me advice about Aoi-chan didn’t he.
As thanks, should I try making him dinner again?
Oniisama, look forward to it!

Aahh, what a good day it’s been!

 


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Reika-sama – 030

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Lately, things between Serika-chan and Kikuno-chan have become strained.
The cause was Kikuno-chan being in the same class as Kaburagi.

When we realised it after the class announcements, Kikuno-chan was dancing for joy.
Since then, every day, it’s been talk about Kaburagi.
Stuff like “When he was reading the passage out during Japanese class, it was so dreamy.” or “After Kaburagi-sama used the piece of chalk, I ended up using it too”.
From my perspective it’s just idle gossip, but apparently that wasn’t the case with Serika-chan.

“Reika-sama, don’t you think that Kikuno-san been getting ahead of herself lately? Just because she’s in the same class as Kaburagi-sama, every single day she does nothing but boast about it. What on earth is with her!”

Oh my my~
Even though Serika-chan and Kikuno-chan are like a duo, now that one side’s been stealing a march on the other, cracks are appearing in their relationship.

“Aren’t you frustrated, Reika-sama? Kikuno-san is acting as though she’s closer to Kaburagi-sama than you are! So arrogant!”

I’m not frustrated at all, but…?
I mean, I don’t particularly like him after all.
Only, considering how many fans those two have in school, there’s no reason for me to stir up trouble by admitting that. So thus far I’ve just been randomly following along with everybody and saying stuff like “How wonderful.” when appropriate.

“She says things like how Enjou-sama occasionally comes to visit her class! And lately, that girl hasn’t even been spending lunch time with you, Reika-sama! She’s betraying us!”

Uwahh~ She’s getting all heated up.
I wonder what I should do.

“Perhaps Kikuno-san is merely doing so because she felt that you would be happy to hear such stories. I do not think that she means ill, you know?”

“…I can’t imagine that she doesn’t, but…”

Her expression clearly says that she doesn’t believe me. But well, I also think that Kikuno-chan was just happily bragging.

“After all, Kikuno-san seems to think dearly of you, Serika-san. A while back when she was ill and you waited with her in the infirmary, she told me that she was very grateful to you. She even said that when push comes to shove, you were the one that could be relied on, you know?”

“Eh-…”

This is half truth and half lie.
It’s true that she was grateful about Serika-chan accompanying her in the infirmary.
As for the stuff about being reliable, I said “Serika-san is reliable, isn’t she.” and Kikuno-chan just replied “Yes”.

“Kikuno-san said…”

“I think that Kikuno-san is just ecstatic about joining the class of the one she admires. I am sure that she will calm down, given just a little time. To begin with, Kaburagi-sama is more or less indifferent towards girls, after all. In the end, rather than the far-away Kaburagi-sama, it will be you that she values more.”

“That’s true…”

Oooh, she bit!
In that case…

“Serika-san, please take this.”

“Eh-, a macaron?”

I had given Serika-chan a pink macaron.

“It is a limited time cherry-flavoured macaron. Kaburagi-sama’s favourite.”

“EH-!? Kaburagi-sama’s!?”

“Yes. Earlier when I went to the Pivoine salon, Kaburagi-sama was eating them. I helped myself to one as well, but brought it here without eating it. You should eat it, Serika-san. Keep this a secret from Kikuno-san, all right?”

“Goodness…”

Serika-chan happily accepted the macaron with two hands.

“It isn’t often that you get to see Kaburagi-sama eating sweets, is it.”

“My. That is not the case at all. He has quite the sweet tooth, you know?”

He eats sweets in the salon a lot, and he was a sweet tooth in Kimidol as well.
For a while when he was in Kyoto, he was totally in love with this old tea shop’s matcha chocolate after all.
I don’t think he’s hiding the fact or anything, but to begin with we aren’t allowed to bring sweets to school, so the only chance of seeing him eating them is in the salon I guess.

Since Serika-chan is in a good mood again, I guess that’s good enough for now.

“Umm… Reika-sama. What I said earlier…”

“Of course, I did not hear a thing. After all, it was not how you truly felt, was it.”

“No. Thank you very much, Reika-sama.”

No, no. You’re welcome.

*imouto*

*imouto*

“Reika-sama, what do you think of Serika-san’s attitude lately? She’s jealous because I’m in the same class as Kaburagi-sama!”

This time Kikuno-chan timed it so that Serika-chan wasn’t there, before coming to talk to me.

“If she’s envious, then she should just say so. Even though I went out of my way to tell her stories about Kaburagi-sama, all she does is glare at me. Don’t you think her personality is terrible?”

Oh my, oh my~
That’s quite an arrogant attitude, huh~
I think both of you were in the wrong.

“Serika-san was sulking because all you spoke of was Kaburagi-sama.”

“Sulking?”

“Please keep this a secret, but, Serika-san was complaining to me about how Kaburagi-sama is more important to you than she is. ‘Even though I’m closer to her’, she said. I think that she might be lonely.”

“Eh-…”

“Serika-san likes you very much, after all. But lately all you speak of is Kaburagi-sama. Wouldn’t you feel ignored? Don’t you think that perhaps her jealousy is directed at Kaburagi-sama instead?”

Now this is a total lie.

“But you must not go to Serika-san to confirm this. Serika-san is quite the stubborn one, so if you knew how she really felt, she would likely sulk even more, you see.”

“To think Serika-san said…”

“In this case… What if you act like the mature one, and take the first step? I am certain that if you do so, Serika-san will immediately feel better. She likes you a lot. The two of you are best friends, after all.”

“Best friends… You’re right. We’re best friends, aren’t we.”

It looks like she’s a little happy about the specialness of ‘best friends’.
And it seems like her anger has subsided too.

“Reika-sama, what I said earlier…”

“Of course, I did not hear a thing. After all, it was not how you truly felt, was it.”

“No. Thank you very much, Reika-sama.”

No, no. You two are quite similar, you know.

*imouto*

After that, they immediately made up.
And it looks like my lies weren’t exposed. The two of them are lovey-lovey and following each other everywhere again.
I’m a coward, so absolutely ‘no thank you’ to trouble. It’s scary.
I mean, you never know when you’ll get wrapped up in it, after all.
Peace is definitely the best.

*imouto*

Speaking of which, in 『you are my dolce』, didn’t Kisshouin Reika feed Emperor with lies about the protagonist, that led to a falling out scene…?

 


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Raid on the Capital – Chapter 7

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Chapter 7 – “I shall punish my False Kin.”

In this chapter, we go back in time a little to when Timu first departed for the Capital’s Magic Academy.


At Oneesama’s recommendation, it was decided that I would be attending the Magic Academy in the Capital. The paperwork was quickly dealt with by Oneesama, and now, Oneesama and I, as well as choice members of the Household Guard are advancing towards the capital. We should be arriving in roughly half a day’s time.

I do not mind going to the Capital. Rather, for the sake of our world conquest, it would make a choice location. However, to be honest I feel only gloom towards my enrolment in the academy. No matter how important a role it is for gaining intelligence on the humans, when I remember that I must listen to this ‘schoolwork’, this fools’ nonsense , I feel naught but agony.

Once, I told Oneesama the truth about how I truly did not think I would be able to bear with ‘school life’.
But Oneesama told me, “I know that you’re timid about this, but it’s an absolutely necessary experience for your future. So just go along with what I’m saying, even if you don’t believe me.”
I understand that we require information from within the school. But a number of so-called ‘experts’ from the capital have already visited us as home tutors, and I already know the degree of their strength. I know too well the level of these humans now.

I personally believe that Oneesama is being a little too cautious. She is overestimating the humans. Even though with Oneesama’s strength, humans would simply be a pushover…

A few times in the past I proposed to her that we forwent the information gathering and simply annihilated them all at once, but Oneesama would not agree. She rejected the idea, and seemed to say ‘goodness me…’ with her expression.

Fumu. I cannot understand. With that much power, why will she not pursue an offensive? At times like this, it’s better to consult with Nielsen than brood over it myself. And so I moved over to his side.

“Nielsen. Do you understand why Oneesama will not invade the capital?”

“Well, let me see… I must conclude that it may be due to her past life.”

“Her past life, you say?”

“Yes, Milady. Tilea-sama once mentioned that her days in ‘Japan’ were not filled with easy battles. Perhaps it is due to her experiences there that she is particularly sensitive towards imprudence and failures.”

Fumu. Speaking of which, Oneesama’s expression is unfailingly bitter when she speaks of her old life. I’m sure that her battles in ‘Japan’ are casting a shadow over her.

“Now that you mention it, that is true. She did mention that in the Land of the Shura, just a slight slip-up could cost one their life, didn’t she.”

“It is as you say. According to her, the place was rampant with the ultimate destruction weapon ‘rokett lawncha’.”

“I almost committed the same blunder again. I was considerably negligent in regards to the humans.”

“Camilla-sama, I, as well as the rest of the Household Guard, felt the same way. Could it not be that because Tilea-sama has noticed this, she proposed our current strategy?”

“Nielsen, it is as you say. If we invaded with such frivolous feelings, we may simply have had the tables turned on us.”

“I feel the exact same way.”

As expected of Oneesama. Not only admonishing us for our hubris, but raising our morale as well.

I now understand her intentions. It truly was a good idea to talk to Nielsen about it. As expected of my most trusted retainer. The doubt in my heart has been cleared now.

For Oneesama’s sake, I must make this mission an absolute success.

As I swore this in my mind, Oneesama walked from the front of our procession to my side.

“Timu, you were talking to Niel? It looks like you were having fun.”

“Yes. We were discussing our current strategy. Oneesama, I will most certainly succeed in my school mission.”

“I see. Looks like you’ve got plenty of drive, huh. Oneechan is expecting great things from you.”

With that, Oneesama gently patted my head as she encouraged me. Huhu, I truly am a lucky one. To be a subordinate, and yet treated like a true sister by her. Although I know I must have prudence, I could not help but break into a smile.

And so like that, I continued walking with Oneesama for a while and we arrived at the Capital. After finishing some simple paperwork, we entered.

My first time in the Royal Capital in millenia…

How do I say this… It’s declined. I can tell from the flow of the mana. Even in simple military force, it’s less than half of what it was in the ancient times. Isn’t there simply no need for intelligence? No, I mustn’t be careless. I cannot lose again. Because this time my loss will also be Oneesama’s loss. That alone, I must avoid.

Still, I see no signs of Ortissio in the area. I heard from Nielsen that we were supposed to rendezvous here, but…

“Nielsen, what of Ortissio?”

“Milady. The meeting time has already passed, but there has still been no contact from him.”

“Niel, what’s wrong? Is that Ortissio person not coming to pick us up?”

“M-, My deepest apologies. At present, we are still confirming the situation.”

“Could it be that we’re meant to be meeting somewhere else?”

“No, this should certainly be the rendezvous point, but…”

“In that case, Niel… could it be you got lost?”

“No, that should not be the… T-, This is certainly the rendezvous point.”

“Really? It’s not just that you made a mistake?”

“No, Milady. It appears that the Ortissio Unit has been involved in an unexpected incident.”

“Hahh… Yeah. Maybe I should have expected this to happen if I left things to you.”

Oneesama is disappointed.

What on earth is that lowly Ortissio doing? To make Oneesama wait like this, how shameless!

While feeling anger at Ortissio, at the same time I felt it mysterious. Even flawed as he was, Ortissio is still a member of my prided Household Guard. He has enough power to deal with any minor situation.

Well then, should I try investigating a little? Sharpening my five senses, I followed the flow of the mana.

Mu!? This mana…

I detected the presence of demons all across the city. And they were not the Ortissio Unit. Demons were hiding in this city.

Hidler’s pawns? No, too weak to be the Demon King Army.

And moreover, in the past I have… I see!

“Oneesama, it appears that some other members of our race are hiding in the Capital. Perhaps they are aiming for this place. Honestly, a bunch of thieving cats. Taking into account Ortissio’s movements as well, I suggest that we have Nielsen investigate.”

“Haha, same as always, aren’t you Timu. Well, that’s fine then. It’s true that I’m worried about Or’s lack of contact. Niel, could I have you look around a bit?”

“As you wish. Taking into consideration the size of the Capital, I think I will mobilise all members of the Household Guard for this search.”

“Eh-!? You brought Myuu here too?”

“Yes, I believed that it might be more efficient that way. Tilea-sama, Camilla-sama, please wait here.”

“Hmm~ Well, that’s fine I guess. I’m a little uneasy, but I guess it wouldn’t be great to leave it to you alone, huh?”

“Well then, I shall begin surveying the area.”

“Myuu, I’ll be leaving Niel and the others to you.”

“Please leave it to this one.”

By Oneesama’s command, the Household Guard scattered left and right. But still, day by day, Oneesama’s trust in Mühen continues to grow. She even strongly recommended Mühen for guard duty on our way here. Lately, whenever anything happens, she always considers Mühen first.

Muu. I feel a little disquieted. Nielsen must be hiding complicated feelings as well. After all, lately his duties have been taken by Mühen. Before long, will my role not also be stolen by him…?

Kuh-, before that happens, I must somehow――

No! What am I thinking! Is Mühen not also one of Oneesama’s dutiful retainers!

Sweeping away my foolish delusions, I waited for their return.

And around the time that the sky began to darken, I detected a vigorous activity in the mana flow. Apparently the thieving little cats had come out to cause some trouble. Here and there, clumps of mana started condensing. From that, I could tell that they were attacking the humans.

“Hahh, it’s already pitch dark, huhh~ I wonder how much longer until everyone returns.”

“I believe that they may arrive any minute. More importantly, it appears that something stupid is about to happen.”

“I-, I see.”

“What shall I do? We could also stop them, if you wished.”

“Oh I know. Shall we try heading to the academy instead? We have no idea when Niel and the others will be back, and we might even get some information.”

“I see. I shall abide, Oneesama.”

Following Oneesama’s words, we headed to the Magic Academy. The whole way there, I sensed humans being attacked. I noticed activity in the mana flow a few kilometres ahead of us. Naturally, Oneesama must have been aware as well. It seemed like before long, the panic would spread throughout the capital.

And finally we reached the main gate of the Magic Academy.

It didn’t seem that the False Demons were at work here. Then what about the rest? When I surveyed the area, I noticed a light by the western gate. Apparently somebody was there.

Mu!? This mana signature. Apparently a False Demon was skulking about the school.

“It looks like someone’s here.”

“Yes. Apparently one of those thieving cats. Shall I kill it?”

“Ugu-! Timu, you wait here, okay? Oneechan is going to have a little chat.”

Saying that, Oneesama headed to the western gate. Could it be that Oneesama also sensed the False Demon, and went off to punish it? In that case, a thing of that level could just have been left to me, but…

While waiting a while for Oneesama’s return,

“You there, what are you doing by yourself!”

a loud shout reached my ears. Some middle-aged knight in armour.

“And you are?”

“Nobody suspicious. I’m Gabe, Vice Captain of the Capital’s Public Safety Force. At present the Capital is under attack by some unknown assailant. It’s dangerous here, so I’ll be taking you to shelter.”

Oh. So he was part of the Public Safety Force.

Public Safety Force members were escorting groups of evacuating citizens to safety. I see. So this is the reason that Oneesama told me to stay behind? Let’s get information from this lot first.

I nodded at the man’s words, and moved myself into the line of citizens. They all looked terribly exhausted. They likely came here with nothing but the clothes on their back. Many of them were still in pajamas.

When I listened in on their conversations, it seemed that almost none of these citizens knew what was going on. All they knew was that some fanged monsters suddenly attacked them, and that the people who were attacked would change into those monsters as well.

From the situation, it would seem that it’s vampires we’re dealing with.

Taking into consideration the mana I sensed earlier, it seems that there is no mistake that these are the kin that I created on a whim in the ancient age. Well, there was no problem with creating them for fun, but they didn’t turn out to be very useful, so I threw those toys away.

They are Failures(False Kin).

And from their auras, it didn’t seem like they just awoke from being sealed. It’s likely that they didn’t participate in the ancient war, and because of that they escaped sealing by the gods. Garbage that deserve execution simply for the crime of desertion.

Now then, now then. Whatever should I do with these failures(False Kin). As the True Ancestor, I must settle this issue properly.

While I was lost in such thoughts, I felt a familiar presence.

This presence is…

It appeared that Nielsen and the rest had returned.

I turned away from the presence, and looked in Nielsen’s direction instead.

Right there…

Around that slanted ruin, huh? Dimwitted humans would have no idea, but there was somebody hiding there.

Using my glances, I gave him the order to come here without alerting the humans. When I did, he watched for an opening and skilfully joined in with the group of evacuees.

“So here you were, Camilla-sama. We have successfully convened with Ortissio.”

“I see. Well done. Then you shall report the situation to Oneesama. Oneesama will decide on what to do with Ortissio.”

“Understood. Then you, Camilla-sama?”

“For now, I will continue to move with this lot.”

“As you will.”

With that, Mühen disappeared, as did the presence in the ruin. Mühen likely conveyed my orders to the rest of the Household Guard.

All that’s left is gathering information on the Public Safety Force. With a nonchalant expression, I continued to survey the evacuees.

A few hours later…

The first battle erupted.

Unbreathing, former-human vampires attacked us. Each time, the citizens would scream in terror.

Aahh~ So noisy! You’re interfering with my surveillance!

Should I just kill them? No, no, it wouldn’t do to stand out.

But still, there’s no end to these battles. Apparently the Fake Demons were just haphazardly turning any human.

Hmph, no class at all. Every one of these new vampires was mad with the loss of their ego. These Fake Demons know nothing of a demon’s aesthetics.

Only, due to their creation in numbers, I was able to observe their battles with the humans many times.

From their movements, it looks like these humans were trying their best to avoid battling. Protecting the citizens was their first priority. And these vampires were so weak that the humans didn’t even need to use proper tactics.

This is hardly enough. At the very least, I would have liked to see them battle with a proper demon but…

As I looked about in dissatisfaction, I noticed a group of things with red fangs, flying our way from a few kilometres west.

Oohh, what good timing! Why, are demons not coming to attack right now!

It was a mob of lesser demons. Though low ranked they might be, lesser demons are still fully-fledged demons. Different from all the dullards thus far.

Now then, what shall you do?

What methods will your humans show me in your battle against the demons? The gulf between the races are large, you know.

I observed with great interest.

Finally, the group of lesser demons clashed with the Public Safety Force. With their clever movements, the lesser demons toyed with them all.

“W-, What’s with these movements!?”

“Kuh-! W-, Was that darkness magic!?”

“GUHAHHH! W-, What power!”

The lesser demons attacked with their powerful talons and fangs, and fired magic bullets from their mouths. Apparently the Public Safety Force were panicking, having never seen a magic bullet before.

“These guys are different from the other enemies so far. Everybody, brace yourselves!”

“SPREAD OUTTTT! Don’t let yourselves become targets, disperse!”

They were weak on their own, but they worked together in formation. I see. A simple little trick, but enough to deal with these lesser demons I suppose.

“Vice Captain, at this rate the citizens will suffer casualties!”

“Kuh-! We’ll make do! Meet their attacks! Don’t let them break though!”

“I-, It’s no good. They got through us.”

Apparently the Public Safety Force was tired from the repeated battles. Passing through a gap in their formation, lesser demons came my way and attacked.

Tsk. Is this as far as my observations go?

I prepared to attack and took a stance when,

“Disappear, demon!”

“KISHAAAA!”

A mysterious man suddenly appeared, and using a greatsword too large for his size, he cut down a lesser demon.

Hohh. Low ranked it may have been, to take down a demon in one strike is…

Who on earth is this man?

“Thunder Sky![True Sky Lightning Greathammer!]

“Fire Land![Earth Fire Greatspear!]”

“”GISHAAAA!””

Following that, two mysterious women appeared, exterminating demons with a greathammer and greatspear respectively. And thanks to them, the group of lesser demons was annihilated.

“W-, Who are you guys?”

Vice Captain Gabe asked the three of them in shock.

“Who, you ask? ――Even if I told you Decarabia[Demon Destroying Pentagram] you still wouldn’t understand, right?”

“Decarabia[Demon Destroying Pentagram]? Never heard of it. Anyhow, the Royal Capital is under the protection of our Public Safety Force. You saved us earlier, but I’ll have you refrain from doing whatever you want.”

“We’re here on orders of the King. I should be telling you lot to stay out of our way.”

“W-, What did you say? Don’t lie!”

“Honestly, it’s troubling when the Public Safety Force are this stubborn. This is a royal decree from the King, and everything I do is under his authority.”

“T-, This certainly is… the seal of the King. I-, I understand. Well then, the Public Safety Force shall fall under your command.”

“Then these are your orders; this place is dangerous, so you guys hurry up to the designated shelter areas too.”

“P-, Please excuse my words, but we too are warriors. We cannot turn out backs to the enemy.”

“Right, right! We’re the strongest unit in the Capital!”

The members of the Public Safety Force all began to make a fuss due to the greatsword man’s unreasonable words.

“Lepes, wouldn’t it just be faaster to knock these guys out and teleport them by force?”

“Vera, why do you always say such crazy things with a smile…?”

“Hey, I’m right, aren’t I? Ignoring our orders is the same as ignoring the King’s orders. I wonder if there’s really a need to deal with them respectfully.”

“Uu-, w-, we understand. We fall under the direct command of the King. We cannot ignore a writ from him. So will you be teleporting us along with the evacuees then?”

“Yep, just wait a little bit, okay? We’re getting it ready now, you see.”

“Alright. Vera, Lyris. Begin drawing the magic circle.”

“Ookayy~”

“…”

“Lyris. Oi, Lyris?”

“…What? I heard ya. Teleportation magic, right? I’m on it.”

“Vera, what’s up with Lyris?”

“Huhu, it loooks like she’s worrying about her little friend.”

“Veraaaa you bitchh, don’t spout your fucking mouth off!”

“Honestly, what a helpless girl. I’ll take care of the teleportation, so from now I’m assigning you to independent action.”

“B-, But, is that really okay?”

“You’ll just weigh us down as you are. Hurry up and find her, and get the hell back here.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be right back.”

“Aahh, bring Vera too.”

“I’m finee with tagging along, but are you going to be cool on your own?”

“No problems. It’s about time that I settle things with those bastard vampires. I’ll do it!”

Hmph, from what I hear, I suppose this Decarabia[Demon Destroying Pentagram] is some secret organisation within the Capital. Now that it’s come to this, I certainly wish to see their ability. The likes of a lesser demon isn’t enough to see their real strength. It’s a shame that two of them will be leaving this place, but I’ll make sure to keep a good eye on this one.

Having decided that, will a convenient enemy not appear? Should I just summon one?

Or so I was thinking, when with good timing a demon came along. It used teleportation magic to approach us. A small fry, but I suppose still better than the other demons around here?

And… with the warping of the air, a demon with a foul face appeared. From his appearance he appeared to be a small old man, but his eyes were blurred with a dark madness…
I… remember this face. It was the face of one of the kin I had once created in jest. A failure.

“Fwohhhh fwohh fwohh! All I did was follow the mana, and I found a huge group of humans!”

The failure(False Kin) overlooked us with a bold smile.

“My, my… Having the Chief of the Demons come out himself just saves me the time I’d need to look.”

Saying that, the man with the greatsword, Lepes, glared at the failure(False Kin). With unequalled hostility, I could tell the strength he put into his grip.

“Fwohh fwohh. If you know me, then you must be part of Decarabia[Demon Destroying Pentagram].”

“Indeed. I am a knight of Decarabia[Demon Destroying Pentagram], Lepes.”

“Honestly, for these last few millennia, you lot just keep hindering us demons.”

“Silence! The defeat of the demons is our greatest wish. I shall be taking that life of yours!”

“A mere human pointing his blade at I, the Chief of the Malferands[Greatest Demons]? You do not know your place.”

MALFERANDD!?

A mere failure(False Kin) dares to use my family name of his own accord!? And more than anything, he dares to intrude upon Oneesama’s territory!?

It appears that this failure(False Kin) will require some harsh punishment.


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The Bathroom Goddess – Chapter 10

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His foothold was unstable.
The sand continued to billow.
By his side, the ruba that had drawn the cart had collapsed from the weight.
Sohv desperately spurred on the ruba he rode as he reached out for the bit of other. His fingers grazed them. But that was as far as they went.
Following an eerie sound, the ground beneath their feet began to collapse. Together with the luggage cart, Sohv was being swallowed into the sand.
The sand free-fell.
Before he knew it, Sohv had been tossed from his ruba.
It felt like countless hands gripped his legs, and were dragging him to the depths of hell. Did something await him down there? Just imagining it sent a tremble down his spine.
The cloud of sand blocked his vision. To protect himself from swallowing it, Sohv frantically moved his arms to pull the cloth around his neck up as far as his nose.

After who knew how many prayers to the God of the Earth, Karan, the sand finally stopped its movements.
Although he was buried to the chest in sand, he just barely succeeded in freeing his right arm. But just that much wouldn’t free him from the earth. Struggling to get out had simply sent him further down.
Now that the sand cloud had settled, the cart was immediately visible. It had been half swallowed in the tumult earlier, but the luggage portion covered by the canopy was unharmed. As for the front of the cart, the ruba attached there was giving its all to crawl out of the sand. As for his other ruba, it was pacing about restlessly beside him.

A relieved sigh left his mouth.

Looking around to survey the situation, he found a wall of sand all around him. But when he looked upwards, he found a blue sky. Sohv was at the bottom of a mortar made from the earth.
Just how would he climb out from here? Or would it be better to wait until somebody noticed and rescued him?
While he was running these ideas through his head, the cart ruba placed a forefoot atop the sand.
Sohv responded by immediately gripping a wheel just as the ruba crawled out of the sand. The ruba pulled on the cart, and Sohv’s body began to leave the earth as well. He somehow managed to get out as far as his knees. But that was when the cart stopped moving.

What’s going on?

Looking up, he found that the ruba was on its knees, blood running from its neck.
A weak cry reached his ears.
Just what on earth had happened?
Sohv simply watched in a daze as the ruba’s life extinguished.

*imouto*

It was only the other day that a new king was crowned in Yohk’Zai.
With the backing of Prime Minister Teo Keh, the nation which had been on the brink of civil war was seized in the blink of an eye by the new king. Even despite the huge numbers of those dissatisfied by his sudden appearance, and those who questioned his origins.
No sooner had King Huuron ascended to the throne did he begin to reform the military.
He gave focus to those with real ability. Those who refused to obey were forcefully replaced. In this manner, he spread his influence into every corner of the military, and with this army as his support, he placed a lid on the dissent towards him.
So striking was his rise to power that there were even jokes about him being the second coming of Founding King Tenuhg.
In about the span of the year, he tidied away problems of the other successor candidates. And at the end of that year, just as Yohk’Zai had gained a strong king again, and finally seemed to see a future again, a messenger from the neighbouring Ii’Jibro arrived.

That nation Ii’Jibro had once had strong trade and exchange with Yohk’Zai, but as Yohk’Zai met its decline, so had their exchanges.
The messenger brought with him a letter from the Queen.
She congratulated the new king on his ascendancy, and stated her desires to begin trading again. In order to work out the details, she wished to meet him in person. Although it would be impolite to ask him to come, as a woman a long journey would be rough on her body, and so she wished strongly that he would come to Ii’Jibro. So said the letter.
Her nation produced so many moon stones that its luminance rivalled the night sky, and was a large country that ruled the half of the Central Plains. There was no reason to put off diplomacy with them.
However, as a newly reborn country, it would not do for Yohk’Zai’s king to be absent. Thus, Prime Minister Teo Keh insisted that he would be going himself. He was stopped by King Huuron however, and in the end Huuron was the one who headed to Ii’Jibro.

At this moment, his troop was in the middle of their journey.
Rare for the time of year, they met no sandstorms and made great time. It was likely that they would arrive at the borders a full day earlier. Given that it would Sohv’s first time in another nation, he was bracing himself for anything.

When they had first passed Ii’Jibro’s borders, they found that it was desert just like Yohk’Zai. As they continued in, just as they were musing about the rocky areas they were beginning to see, these areas became larger and larger, and by midday the gargantuan boulders were large enough that they had to crane their necks to look.
On the other hand, it was still more desert beneath their feet, and Sohv wondered in mystery as to why these boulders didn’t sink over time.

It was just as they were passing by a few of these megaliths that something abnormal occurred.
Even though there was no wind, the sand began to move.
The sound of the breeze passing through the boulders sounded like the cries of the damned, somebody said.
Unease spread through the soldiers, and order was beginning to collapse.
One of the carts at the end of the line was moving particularly slowly, and by the time Sohv realised, he had begun to run.
And then, Sohv was swallowed by the sand…

*imouto*

Blood flowed endlessly from the ruba’s neck, and dyed the sand red.
Even forgetting to pull out his legs from the sand, Sohv who had been focused on the ruba suddenly noticed writhing in the sand nearby, and drew his sword in preparation.
An unpleasant grating sound rang out, followed by a dent in the sand.
Sohv gulped.
From the hole appeared a huge insect. From its head forked two large horns, and on their inner side projected a number of sharp spikes.
Getting caught between them equated to death.
With his sword still brandished, Sohv tried to remove his feet from the sand, just before the insect turned its focus from the cart to him.
He felt a cold sweat run down his back.
Suddenly.

-garari-

A pleasant noise sounded from behind him, and warm steam flowed through the air.
With his sword still pointed at the insect, Sohv turned his head back, and his eyes widened.
Was this a waking dream caused by his fear?
Or was this some phantom of a mirage?
At either rate, it was impossible for it to be reality. Because the scene in front of him was even more unbelievable than the enormous insect; it was the sudden appearance of some naked woman.

“What the heck is that…?”

And finally the illusion was complete with auditory hallucinations.

“Hell if I know.”

Although he knew that it was all a phantasm, he found himself answering due to how real the woman’s voice sounded.

“It’s kinda… insect-y, hey?”

“Yeah, but the size is ridiculous.”

“Are you being attacked?”

“It seems like I’m being attacked.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if you ran?”

“I can’t. I’m protecting the cart. It’s the presents that we painstakingly gathered for Ii’Jibro. We cannot lose it.”

“Think you can win?”

“Hell if I know!” he replied roughly to the somewhat carefree woman’s question.

Right now wasn’t the time to be answering the idiotic questions of a hallucination.
The insect moved its six multi-jointed legs to approach.
The woman behind him muttered “…whoa, that’s grotesque”.
Little by little, little by little, the insect continued to bridge the gap, before stopping. Or so he thought, when it suddenly closed the remaining distance in one leap and attacked him.

“UWAAAAAAAAAAH!”

“GYAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Sohv screamed, and the illusion’s overlapped his.
As he screamed, he swung his sword from low to high. However. It was a moment too early.
The sword only severed a single one of its legs, and it landed right before him.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!” once more screamed the phantasm from the rear.

Something flew past his ear.
It was a ball made from a vividly coloured cloth. The cloth ball had struck the insect dead-on, and from inside some kind of powder had flown out.
And although he didn’t know why, when the powder scattered, the insect let out an anguished cry from its whole body, as though it was about to die.

“N-, Now! Come on, now! Finish it!”

Coming back to his senses, Sohv thrust his sword into its back.
After passing through a tough shell, he could feel soft meat from the tip of his sword.
The insect started to retreat. Sohv tried to withdraw his sword, but he was too slow, and the grip parted from his hands.

“Ahhhh… What the heck are you doing!” scolded the illusion.

Feeling an odd sort of unfairness about this situation, he took a step forward to try and retrieve his sword.
It was at that moment when from the rim of the massive hole he was in, blue cloth billowed in the air, as somebody jumped right in.
Landing inside, and sliding down the sand to the very base, the newcomer ran as he drew his sword, and cut down the insect from behind.

“King!”

Together with the scream, soldier after soldier descended into the hole. When about ten of them had entered, the commander at the rim stopped the rest of the soldiers.
As for the ones inside, they had already stabbed towards the near-dead insect, and it was finally finished off.
The blue man who had been first to jump in turned his gaze towards Sohv.
Sohv audibly gulped.
Before the man’s sharp gaze, Sohv couldn’t manage to remain calm.
The man removed the navy overcoat that adorned his back, and approached.
But he passed by Sohv, and continued further behind.

“It’s been a while. Very nice get-up as usual, but unfortunately it’s bad for soldiers fresh from a fight.”

“It’s been a while. …It’s not like I’m naked because I want to be, though.”

When Sohv turned around, he found that the man in blue―――King Huuron, had draped his overcoat around the illusion… or rather, the woman that he had mistaken for an illusion.

“Thanks.”

The woman gave a light bow.

“No, it’s I that should be thanking you. Seems that you’ve helped me again.”

“King, um, that woman… I mean, who might this personage be?”

The king smirked at Sohv’s question, before replying,

“A goddess.”

The moment those words left his mouth, the smile of the woman introduced as a goddess looked endlessly troubled.

“I know Teo Keh called you a mystic or something, but don’t you think you’re worthy of ‘goddess’?”

“Geez, just do as you like.”

“Hahaha,” laughed the Goddess in tired resignation, but suddenly her stiff smile turned to a look of surprise.

“Behind you!”

After the Goddess screamed, her arms shot out from beneath the king’s overcoat, and she grabbed two vivid cloths like the one she threw before. Placing the cloth in her mouth, she forcefully tore it apart with her canines before throwing it at Sohv.
Sohv inclined his neck to avoid it, and turned around with his sword ready.
As he thought, there was another insect there.
It was just about to tear through the cart canopy with its two long horns when the cloth ball struck it in its side. At which point some black powder scattered from inside.

-GICHIIIIII!-

The insect swung its whole body.

Following the first ball, the Goddess threw yet another.
Soldiers swung their swords towards the insect that was starting to burrow.
As its legs flew, and two swords pierced its belly, the insect stopped burrowing.
Twitching with its remaining legs, a green liquid flowed from the insect, and its movements stopped.

“Tsk, just how many fucking are there.”

The King clicked his tongue in irritation.

“Ummm~ There’s a little something I’d like to ask, but has the map from the Ii’Jibro messenger arrived yet?”

“What?”

Turning back to the Goddess, the King’s eyebrows raised.
His attitude was a little rude to be taking towards somebody introduced as a goddess.

“Queen Akka from Ii’Jibro deliberately invited you guys here because of the dangerous insects. And so, a messenger from Ii’Jibro came, and in exchange for the rescue of their prince stuck in a tower, they handed over a map with safe passage to Teo Keh, apparently.”

The king let out a short chuckle.

“Are you omniscient, Goddess?”

“No, no, not at all. You see, I met one of the guys delivering the map the other day. His ruba got done in and so he couldn’t do his job, but he did say there were four others like him.”

“It doesn’t look like they arrived though, huh…” she muttered.

“The wind was calm, you see. That’s why we’re ahead of schedule.”

The Goddess placed her hand against her forehead, and hung her head. Seeming to be thinking about something, she didn’t even notice the overcoat slipping gently from her right shoulder. Her right hand seemed to be clutching her chest, and so nothing else would be exposed, but Sohv had gotten a cold sweat.
After a while, she finally lifted her head, and looked straight at the King.

“Do you have a map?”

“Well yeah, I do.”

The King nodded as though it was natural.

“Well, I’ve got this map here, you see…”

The Goddess leaned over, and stretched her hand into some invisible place beyond the frame.
From some mysterious clear cloth, she produced a small, folded paper, and flapped it teasingly.

“It doesn’t look… like you’ll give it for free, huh.”

“You said it’d be bad luck for you, right?”

The Goddess smiled at the King’s words.

“It’s easy. If by the time you’re done, Prince Hinoki is still trapped inside the tower, I want you to help him.”

“Just what about that is easy…?” muttered the King in astoundment.

Sohv was of the exact same opinion.
A large sigh escaped the King.

“But I suppose you can’t escape a crisis without some sacrifice. I’ll accept those conditions of yours. Since she thinks that I’ve been eaten by these insects, I doubt Queen Akka shall be expecting me.”

The Goddess beamed in response.

“Thanks for business as usual.”

She was a Goddess that felt far from divine.

After the King accepted the map from her, he opened it up before frowning.

“The name of this insect is the arrijighock. Rejoice, you lot. Apparently each nest only has three to four of them.”

Sohv and the other soldiers flusteredly formed a ring around him.
There would be one or two left. Perhaps it was lurking nearby.

“If we don’t finish the insect off, doesn’t look like we can grab the cargo, does it.”

Sohv glared at the sand to catch even the smallest movements.
The soldiers down here with him, as well as the soldiers up top at the rim, all held their breaths and darted their gazes about.
Because of the blowing wind, sand fell from the sides of the wall.

The one who broke the silence was the Goddess.

“Heyy, what’s inside that cart?”

“Wine and gunpowder.”

The King’s response sounded somehow disappointed.
As though asking, ‘So what about the cargo?’.

“That bug, the arrijighock I mean, do you know what kind of stuff it likes?”

The King frowned.
And Sohv took a sharp breath as he realised.

“The arrijighock is aiming for the cargo?”

Even though a bleeding ruba was there, the arrijighock had gone for the canopy.
Sohv rushed over the the cart and peer under it.

-drip drip-

It was leaking something.

“King! It’s the wine! It looks like the arrijighock was attracted by the wine!”

The soldiers by the cart recoiled in shock.
And where they were looking, the sand suddenly formed a depression.

“It’s here!”

Sohv aimed into the ground at where he suspected it was hiding.
He felt a cut from the end of his sword. But it was too shallow.

“My sincere apologies. It escaped.”

Dropping his sword arm, Sohv rejoined the ring, and felt the King’s hand on his shoulder.
The cloth around his hand and fingers were dirty with sand. And Sohv was proud at the reason why.

“Using wine to lure it, huh… But it’d be a huge shame to let our cargo take any more damage, huh.”

The wine was being carried in barrels. From the amount that had leaked, the damage didn’t seem too bad.
But in the time that they spent to move them, the arrijighock might appear from beneath the cart again.

“Then I’ll give you some. Wine, that is.”

Sohv heard a small mutter.
When he looked at Goddess from which it originated, with two smooth cylinders in her hand, she stretched out her arms from the rectangle.

“These are my last two, but take them.”

What a tragic expression she wore.

Even though it’s just wine…

Sohv himself was astounded by her attitude, but perhaps wine was simply that important to the gods.
The King began leaving the encirclement.

“What do you want in return?”

“Just the promise from before is plenty.”

After receiving the cylinders from the Goddess, he turned around and shouted,

“Lower the planks!”

Following that, one by one, he looked at the faces of the soldiers down here with him.

“Build a ring with the planks. We’ll pour wine down the middle. Listen up, aim for the moment it leaves the sand.”

The soldiers above began lowering planks with rope.
The King turned once more to the Goddess.

“We’re going to exterminate the insect now. It might be better if you left first, Goddess.”

Placing his hand on the rectangular frame that housed the Goddess, the King pulled his arm from right to left.
Sohv’s eyes widened in shock.
Even though just a moment ago, the Goddess had been there in the overcoat, she had now disappeared.
It wasn’t simply the Goddess either. Even the frame that he had grabbed was now nowhere to be seen.
It was as though the Goddess had never been there to start with…


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Reika-sama – 029

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Kisshouin Takateru/Momozono Imari

Apparently my sister has begun dieting.
It looks like she’s doing stretches in the living room.
She doesn’t look particularly fat though, you know? Rather, isn’t she a bit too skinny?
When I told her not to overdo things, she smiled happily at me.
Simple-minded as usual.
And I also know the truth about the weird yells coming from my sister’s room.
I didn’t hear what words she was actually saying, but I’m worried now that she’s shouting strange things again.

“I can hear your shouts from outside your room, you know?” I casually told her, and in response she replied “Eh-, you heard me? Oh gosh, I need to be careful.” in shock.
Yeah, I heard you, alright. And not just your yells. I heard your weird moans too, and it’s scary.
I managed to solve another one of the problems caused by my sister’s weird behaviour.
I am technically taking my university exams this year, so I’d appreciate it if she behaved.

*imouto*

*imouto*

One day, my sister brought me some zousui rice soup in the name of a late-night snack.
It hadn’t been too long since dinner, so I honestly wasn’t hungry at all.
It’s not like I had been planning on studying all night, and I had planned to sleep an hour later.
So if I ate it, it would probably be bad for my body instead…

But my sister looked my way expectantly, wanting me to hurry and eat.
I’m troubled…
This pot is big enough for two people’s worth, isn’t it.
My sister’s eyes were completely glittering.
Can’t be helped…

Preparing myself for the worst, I opened the lid, and found a steaming egg zousui with spring onions spread about.
I scooped some into a bowl, and with a soup spoon, I brought some to my mouth.

…Salty.

You’ve put way too much salt, my little sister!
My tongue is tingling from it. I want some water, now.
Ah crap, there’s no water.
All she gave me was hot tea. Hot food, and hot drinks. …Little sister.

I hurriedly pulled out some cold water from a small fridge in my room and gulped it down.
Thank goodness for putting a refrigerator here.
I bought it in the past. It’s so that if I want a drink, I don’t have to risk heading outside and encountering some of my sister’s weird behaviours.

“How was it, Oniisama?”

It was salty. You put in too much salt. Did you even taste-test this?

“…It was delicious.”

When she looked at me with those round eyes, I couldn’t tell the truth.
Honestly, how troubling. Rather than tasteless chocolate, the hurdle is higher for salty zousui.
I don’t have the confidence to finish the stuff I ladled into the bowl.
But…

My sister simply believed me, and smiled happily.
Can’t be helped…
I guess I’ll try my best to at least finish the stuff in the bowl.

Without letting it show, I desperately ate. The 500ml bottle was gone in an instant.
I immediately opened another bottle.
As you’d expect, I couldn’t finish the stuff left in the pot, so I apologised and told her that I wasn’t so hungry at night.
Saying something like “Maybe I should have some too…”, she took a spoon to her mouth.

“Hmm? I wonder if it’s a little salty.”

So you’ve noticed, little sister!?
But this isn’t at the level where you’d call it ‘a little’, you know.
Even so, my sister continued eating with an unconcerned expression.
My sister’s sense of taste is wayy too rough.
And what about her diet? Carbohydrates before bed are scarier than monsters, you know.

In the end, my sister finished all of the leftovers.
At this rate, I might have to continue to suffer this hell of supper attacks. What do I do.

“Reika, thanks for making me a snack tonight. But eating makes me sleepy, so you don’t have to worry about it from now on. I won’t be studying too late either.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. I’m happy with just your feelings. And also, I might get fat eating before sleep, right?”

“Ah-, that is true!”

Looks like it had quite an effect on my dieting sister.
Thank goodness…
After seeing out my sister with the pot, my stomach was bloated from all the water, and I was exhausted.

I feel sick from all the water…
Maybe it might feel better if I just throw it up.
But she did try her very best making that, so I’d feel sorry for her if I went and did that.
And so that night, I fought with my nausea until I somehow managed to digest it.

As for the tasteless, yearly Valentine’s Chocolates, I discussed it with Minadzuki-san, who I went to an amusement park with last year.

“My sister’s handmade chocolates are too flavourless, so I was wondering what I could do about it. I feel bad for her when she tries so hard to make them, so I’m sorry about this, but could I perhaps get you to casually teach her how to make them, Minadzuki-san?”

When I asked her this, although she asked “flavourless chocolates?” confusedly, she happily agreed, and some time later they made chocolates together at our home.

A few days later, the chocolates that my sister gave me were sweet like they were supposed to be.

Just what kind of magic did Minadzuki-san use, to make that girl’s chocolates actually taste sweet.
When I asked her this she replied, “I don’t know for sure what the reason was, but she heated the chocolate in water for too long, which dispersed it, and well, just a whole bunch of other mistakes. But it’s fine now. Reika-san seems to know what to do, and what not to do in making chocolates now, so from next year the chocolates should be delicious as they should be.”
I was relieved.

Should I get Minadzuki-san to help this time as well?
But my little sister really looks up to her. If she shows her mistakes in front of her adored senpai, she might get depressed.
For the sake of her future as well, perhaps I should casually recommend cooking classes to her.

*imouto*

*imouto*

In public, my sister does quite a good job in playing the ojousama.
Like somebody truly befitting the name of the Kisshouin family’s daughter. My parents haven’t noticed either that she’s actually rather disappointing(pitiful) on the inside.
Anyhow, as time goes on, her mask comes off more and more when she’s in front of me, and the stupidity and silliness on the inside is really starting to show.
She’s probably just that trusting of me, but if she does something too weird it’ll scare me, so I wish she would stop.

And little sister, don’t try and do chin-ups inside your closet. It’s scary.

♦♢♦♢♦

My friend, Kisshouin Takateru, is a pretty splendid guy.
To begin with, he rarely gets angry.
I’ve almost never seen him get emotional, and he basically treats everybody politely.
In the archery club he’s captain too, and all the underclassmen rely on him.
His results are always in the high ranks, but he’s never shown off about this.

He almost seems like a human with no flaws, but he’s actually pretty black-hearted, and he uses his gentle-looking smile to get people to do what he wants.
At a glance he looks like a kind person who’ll accept everyone, but the number of people he actually let’s down his guard around are pretty few.
But at heart, he’s a straight-forward guy. Somehow or other, he’s just good at taking care of others. For people he considers friends, he definitely won’t ever betray them. It’s these parts of him that I like.

*imouto*

Anyhow, that Takateru has a little sister.

She’s a cute girl, who looks like a well-made western doll.
When she’s quiet, she looks just like one, but when she smiles her dimples come out, and it’s cute.
Whenever I bring Imouto-chan a present, she always seems to smile happily from the bottom of her heart.
Unlike her brother, she doesn’t have a hidden side to her.
Sometimes the three of us chat together, and she happily eats the sweets I bring her. I guess she likes sweets, huh.
A while back when I went with her to an amusement park, her eyes shot between this stall and that stall, and when I bought her sweets that I thought she would like, she was so grateful to me that it was shocking.
Just a few hundred Yen’s worth of food is enough to get her eyes sparkling and saying “Thank you very much, Imari-sama!” so it made me want to tell her that I’d buy her any food she wanted.
It felt like feeding a bird chick.

Imouto-chan always happily listens to my stories about Takateru. She really loves him.
I could totally feel her feelings towards her “beloved Oniisama”.

*imouto*

And as for Takateru, he totally dotes on her.
Takateru is a guy who hates people who stick to him without a sense of distance.
But apparently it’s a different story when it comes to his own sister.
Imouto-chan is adorable. She really thinks that Takateru is a gentle, wonderful Oniisama.
She doesn’t notice that he occasionally plays with her reactions. She just dances on his palms as much as he wants.

Apparently Takateru doesn’t think of himself as a siscon, but from my eyes, he’s plenty siscon enough.
When they’re sitting on the couch in the living room, he always has her sit next to him. Never, ever next to me.
When he listens to her talk, it’s not some statue’s archaic smile, but an actual smile that he has.
When Imouto-chan gets her head patted by Takateru she smiles happily in response.
These siblings really do get along.
All I have is a cocky little brother, so sometimes I get jealous of him when I wonder how things would be if I had a cute little sister attached to me too.

One day in the Pivoine salon, I heard Takateru discussing “handmade chocolates” with Aira-chan.
When I asked him about that, he told me “I asked her to teach my sister how to make handmade chocolates for Valentine’s”.
Valentine’s huh.
Apparently he gets handmade chocolates from Imouto-chan each year.
When I said “I wonder if this year I’ll get some from Imouto-chan too~”, he just stared blankly at me and asked back “Why does my sister have to give a Valentine’s chocolate to you?”.
Damn siscon…

Once when I thought about teasing this siscon and joked with a smile, “If Imouto-chan and I got married, you’d end up as my Oniichan as well, huh~ What should I do?”, I ended up eating a strong hook to the solar plexus.
…Sorry, I won’t say it again.

They’re a funny pair of siblings.
Rather, when Imouto-chan gets involved, Takateru immediately becomes funnier.
Today as well, I’m heading to the Kisshouin house with sweets in hand.


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On my new nickname…

[11:40:25 PM] Shanks: ohhh
[11:40:35 PM] Shanks: tenq for your insights, Anhpan.
[11:41:16 PM] Biquie: when did it become “Anhpan”?
[11:41:29 PM] Agatha Christie’s Butt: shanks discovered there was a food call アンパン
[11:41:46 PM] Biquie: i see
[11:41:50 PM] Shanks: wat
[11:41:53 PM] Shanks: not discovered
[11:41:59 PM] Shanks: after watching so many Japanese animes
[11:42:05 PM] Shanks: how would i not know
[11:42:06 PM] Shanks: melon bread
[11:42:10 PM] Agatha Christie’s Butt: ._.
[11:42:14 PM] Biquie: ……
[11:42:14 PM] Shanks: plus unpan sounds weird
[11:42:15 PM] Biquie: fail
[11:42:17 PM] Shanks: oh wait
[11:42:18 PM] Agatha Christie’s Butt: failllll
[11:42:19 PM] Shanks: not melon bread
[11:42:20 PM] Shanks: LOL
[11:42:21 PM] Agatha Christie’s Butt: LOL
[11:42:23 PM] Agatha Christie’s Butt: fkn shanks
[11:42:24 PM] Shanks: LOL

Reika-sama – 028

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Yurukyara or yuru-chara are mascot characters of sorts, and like, different prefectures have their own mascots and stuff.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuru-chara

Also, I use the term ‘tiny’ to describe a girl, but it could very well (and probably does) refer to her posture and bearing as well (and not just her physique).


Lately in my science and social science cram classes, I’ve spotted this girl I’ve really got my eye on.
She’s a tiny and docile looking girl, and she occasionally sits next to me you see, and so one day I spotted a certain keychain on her bag that I just couldn’t take my eyes off of.

A “Tarow the Taro” plush toy keychain!

“Tarow the Taro” is just as you’d expect, a taro yuruchara mascot character.
He’s a mascot created for a town that produces taros, but even if he’s a yuruchara (relaxed/lenient character), what’s really too yurui(relaxed/lenient) is the quality of his conception!
He looks exactly like a taro with eyes, a nose and a mouth stuck on. And what’s more, his face is pathetic looking. His eyebrows slant downwards pitifully, after all.
Perhaps the person(mascot?) himself is painfully aware of how pathetic his looks and popularity are, because during yuruchara events, he always stays in a small corner to avoid getting in the way of the stars.
He’s a complete extra.

And as for me, I actually really love this weird little yuruchara!

He kinda makes you wonder if they couldn’t do a little more for him.
At festivals, he’s overwhelmed by the star yurucharas, and has really little presence.
But because of the occasion, he wears a little tie to make himself a bit more presentable, and you’re just left with this odd sense of melancholy.

The first time I saw him, I thought, ‘Whoa, definitely not popular. He’s so plain, and his face isn’t even cute.’ but after seeing him a few times I started feeling sorry for him, and before long I was starting to think that maybe his lazily created face was kind of cute too.
Even though he was a mascot character created to revitalise the town, he doesn’t have any self-assertion at all.
‘But that timidity and cowardliness, I totally get it too. I have a Tarow in me as well! If I don’t cheer for him, who will!’
Or so I thought as maternal instincts started firing up inside me.

And that’s who Tarow the Taro is. And a girl with his goods hanging from her bag is sitting right besides me.
I wanna be friends!

It’s not often that you’d find a girl who likes such a plain and inconspicuous yuruchara.
I wanna talk to my heart’s content about Tarow.
Or rather, I had no idea they even made Tarow merchandise!

But I haven’t been able to find a good way of becoming friends with her.
If I suddenly went “Please become my friend.” I’d seem way too suspicious.
How are you supposed to break the ice again?
At school, it’s always people around me that approach me first, so I’ve never had to make the first move.
Uwah~ Just how useless am I.
Anyway, I’ll just speak to her casually.
Right! Think back to Akizawa-kun’s friendliness. First is the greeting…

But even if I had decided that I wanted to call out to her, Tiny-san didn’t show any signs of looking my way at all.
It’s like the mood is some kind of wall around her.
No, no, this is where you need courage!

“Umm, your bag…”

“Eh-!?”

The girl turned my way, looking at me tensely.

“Ah-, it was getting in your way, wasn’t it. Sorry, I’ll move it right now!”

“No, ummm…”

“I’m really sorry!”

She hastily moved the bag with the keychain to the other side of her desk, and distanced her body a little while she was at it.
Doesn’t she seem kinda, scared of me?
Could it be that I’m actually scary?
This time she really has created a total wall of rejection, so I couldn’t find the courage to speak to her anymore.
Ehhhh~!? Why!?

But I won’t give up.
Each time, I sat next to her again, or sometimes even closer, and I desperately tried to give off an ‘I’m not scary at all, you know~?’ aura, and whenever our eyes met I gave my best smile.
Maybe she noticed that I was totally staring at her, but she almost never looked at me herself.

Aren’t I like, totally the same as Stalker Kaburagi right now?

*imouto*

*imouto*

“Hmmm…”

I stared at myself in the mirror.

“Hmmmmm…”

“Reika, what are you moaning about in front of the mirror for?”

While I was thinking by myself in the living room, Oniisama came along.
Perfect timing. I’ll try asking Oniisama.

“Oniisama, do I have a scary face?”

“Hah?”

My face isn’t that mean looking, right?
It’s true that I don’t think I have a particularly approachable face either.
Well, I think I look like I don’t have many openings.

Because of Okaasama’s taste, my hair is curled neatly, and everything I wear is brand-name clothing.
Since it’s all children’s wear, the moment I grow a little all this clothing will just go to waste, but well, as the young lady of the Kisshouin family, I don’t suppose wearing fast fashion would do.
Since I have so many clothes, maybe I’ve never worn the same thing to cram school before.

So it was that after all, huh?
My lack of openings might be the reason people are scared of me.
Or rather, is it because I have intensity?
It’d be nice if it wasn’t because I have a mean-looking face, wouldn’t it…
My eyes aren’t sharp-looking, right?

“Who told you that you had a scary face?”

“No, nothing like that happened.”

I looked at Oniisama’s face.
Maybe Oniisama’s inner-self projected from his face or something, because although it wasn’t too sweet-looking, you could feel the kindness from it.
Whenever I talk to Oniisama, the corners of his mouth curve up a little, and I think that’s part of why he feels so easy to get along with.

“So it’s not just eyes. The mouth is important too.”

I looked at the mirror and smiled.
Yeah. Suspicious-looking.

“I don’t think your face is particularly scary. Although you standing here changing expressions in the mirror is. Anyway, why are you so worried all of a sudden?”

“…There is a girl I would like to get along with, but I get the feeling that she is frightened of me.”

“Hmm~ Is this a girl from school?”

“No, a girl from cram school. I have been trying my best to appear friendly, but the more I try, the more frightened she becomes. I wonder why. Is it because my appearance truly is scary?”

“What kind of girl is she? Depending on what she’s like, your approach should change, right?”

What type?

“Docile, and somewhat ‘small’. But cute like a small animal.”

“Quite different from the girls normally around you, isn’t she. In that case, if you’re too assertive about it, it’s true that she might get scared, huh. How about thinking about if you were in her position?”

If I was in her position?
That girl isn’t plain, but she seems the docile type, so she probably wouldn’t be in the centre of her class.
I get the feeling that the old me would’ve gotten along with her without a problem.
I wasn’t docile, but I had friends like her around me.
In that case, could the old me have become friends with a girl like Kisshouin Reika…?
…No way, huh.
I mean, I doubt our conversation would mesh, and it’d probably get troublesome if an intense ojousama like Reika got angry at me.
Aahh, I guess it’s true that if I didn’t want to become friends with her but Reika continued to forcefully approach me, it would be kind of scary.
Just like how I’m afraid when Stalker Kaburagi approaches me to make me a spy, huh?
But I never went and ambushed her, did I~

“If I cut my hair and wore cheaper clothing, I wonder if she would be less vigilant.”

“I don’t think our parents would ever let you though.”

Yeah~
Okaasama wants me to act like an ojousama from a proper family.
I’m sure she has her own ideas of what I should be like.
But her taste… like this curled hair for example, her taste is pretty classical, huh?
Could it be that she really wants me to become like the Rococo Queen?

“Then whatever should I do?”

“Let’s see. I guess there isn’t any other way except diligently have her understand you, huh? Because you’re an honest, and good girl.”

Oniisama!!

“I understand! I shall do my best!”

“Yeah. You really are honest, aren’t you.”

For the first time in a while, Oniisama rubbed my head.
My mood is on the rise.

I’m impatient to talk to her about Tarow the Taro, but just like Oniisama said, it might be better if I slowly get closer to her.
I’ll learn from Kaburagi’s bad example, and try my very best!


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