Chapter 15 (1/2)
Part 1
I started the day with an enormous yawn. I would've liked to say it was only because of habit, but frankly, I was completely out of it. Spending the entire night frantically scouring the web for information does that to people, I supposed.
It was worth it though. Or so I hoped, at the very least. My deep-dive into symbolism and interpreting names and certain terms the entourage used the day before bore some fruit, though the results were mixed at best. Still, it was a step forward, not to mention getting lost in research let me cool off a bit, which was a good thing. While my shock was quite palpable this time, it was nowhere near as bad as my first brush with existential crisis way back when I first figured out the nature of the world, and the same medicine worked just as well this time.
Anyways, back to the fruits of my research: a good portion of the information I gathered was public domain knowledge about mythology and the supernatural, but there were some juicier nuggets hidden between the lines whenever the island of Timaeus got mentioned. I didn't feel prepared to jump into the supernatural side of this world just yet, but at least I wasn't completely in the dark anymore, and that counted for something.
That said, I limbered up my shoulders as another yawn escaped my lungs and I headed for the shower. It was a bit ahead of my usual schedule, but during our unusually short phone conversation last night, my assistant and I agreed to head to school a little earlier so that we would have a chance for a tactical discussion. With that in mind, I washed up in a hurry and proceeded with my morning ritual capped by a simple but filling breakfast.
I left the house a good half an hour earlier than normal and headed for the usual intersection. Judy wasn't there yet, and while under normal circumstances I would have waited for her, this morning I decided to head straight for her house. When I got close to her place I had to stop and scratch my head though. It's been quite a while since I've last taken her home, and I honestly couldn't remember which of the identical family houses was hers.
I thought for a moment and closed my eyes with a wry smile.
”Far Sight, was it?”
I took a deep breath and tried to remember the feeling. It has been quite a while since I last used this ability of mine, but I supposed it was time I stopped turning a blind eye to it and started exploiting it to its fullest. To my surprise, it came to me naturally. It was like riding a bicycle; the first few seconds were a little dicey, but then it all came back to me, and in a second I could tell exactly where Judy was in relation to my location.
I opened my eyes and glanced at the second house to the left. As if on cue, the front door opened and the familiar form of my assistant stepped through, followed by her awfully youthful mother. I walked up to the gate on their picket fence and waited for Judy to notice me. Instead, it was her mother who suddenly smiled at me and waved in my direction with a familiar-looking ladle.
”Look dormouse, your friend came over to pick you up! Isn't that nice?”
”Mom, not in front of him,” Judy protested half-heartedly while her mother kept rubbing her head.
”Ahhh... Looking at you makes me wish I was young again...”
”You are quite young yourself, ma'am,” I told her as they got to the gate. I wasn't lying. From up close she only looked a couple of years older than Judy, and she had a figure that would have turned heads even in her filly apron and bunny-slippers.
”Oh, you flatterer!” she answered with a demure smile as she absent-mindedly straightened her daughter's uniform.
”Let's go,” my assistant huffed while grabbing hold of my sleeve.
”Goodbye, ma'am,” I said with a small wave as I was being dragged away.
”Have fun!” she replied with a bright smile as she watched over the two of us leaving.
Once we were out of earshot Judy glanced up at me and murmured, ”I would appreciate it if you stopped flirting with my mother.”
”I wasn't flirting. I just told the truth. She is surprisingly young.”
”Whatever,” she huffed again as we rounded the corner. As we did so, we both slowed our pace, which was a good thing since I was too preoccupied with gazing at my assistant to look forward.
”Are you sulking?”
”No.”
”Okay, just checking,” I told her with a small smile before I recalled something and it turned into a big smile. ”By the way... dormouse?”
My assistant's cheeks flushed red in an uncharacteristic gesture of awkwardness and she refused to look me in the eye.
”... She likes to give me pet names.”
”And why dormouse? Does it have some special meaning?”
She thought for a moment, but in the end she shook her head.
”It's probably because I am unremarkable and my ears are big.”
I stumbled and nearly fell flat on my face on the sidewalk. She turned to me with an expression saying ‘What?'
”Was that really your first interpretation?!” I exclaimed as I recovered from my absurdity-induced near-faceplant.
”What else could it be?”
”Well...” It took me a few moments to find the right words. ”Dormice are... small and cute, aren't they?”
My assistant gave me a flat look and pointedly cleared her throat.
”Chief, I have a new hypothesis.”
”Oh? Let's hear it.”
”I believe you use flirting as a coping mechanism.”
”I am not flirting, I'm just being honest! Speaking of which, I should let you know that you don't have big ears either. They are perfectly normal.”
She nodded to herself without looking at me and muttered ”Two data points.” I decided to ignore her and closed my eyes again, focusing on my Far Sight instead.
”What are you doing?” she interrupted me before I could even get started.
”Just checking where the others are,” I told her without opening my eyes and pictured the gang in my mind's eye. Maybe it was because I was trying to keep all of them in mind at once, but I only got brief flashes of their locations and what they were doing at the moment, so I slowed down and focused on one at a time.
First Joshua. He was... well, being literally dragged out of bed by Angie. Josh was sporting some crazy bed hair, while Angie was still in her pajamas. As for how she got into his bedroom, I figured it probably had something to do with the open window and the ladder poking over the sills. I involuntarily frowned. This was one of those things that always bothered me. If it was a guy who used a ladder to break into a girl's bedroom and dragged her out of the bed, he would end up on a list that would force him to introduce himself as a registered sex offender to his neighbors for the rest of his life, but if a girl did it, it's apparently funny.
I decided not to dwell on the double standards of slapstick comedy and instead I moved on to the princess. To my surprise, I found her in a spacious, modern kitchen that looked like it belonged to a high-class restaurant. However, instead of an army of chefs with those funny hats, it was only occupied by the princess and a maid with long blonde braids. She was vaguely familiar, and as I thought about it I bit more, I could faintly recall seeing her from a distance a while back. She was talking with the princess as they were packing a lunchbox, and while I couldn't understand the specifics, it had something to do with cayenne pepper. It was hard to tell and their voices sounded weirdly distorted. It might have had something to do with the distance. I made a mental note to actually try and figure out the range of my Far Sight later and moved on.
A mere thought later I was looking at Snowy. She was in the middle of peeling herself out of her underwear and about to take a shower. She was still wearing her choker though. Weird. I obviously didn't linger, but instead I moved on to the class rep in a calm and very mature manner befitting for a gentleman like myself.
I found her talking to a creepy, white-bearded old man in a creased black robe. Not only that, they were standing in a room that looked superficially like the school library, except its walls were lit by large, glowing blue crystals in cast-iron sockets. I was just about to try and catch the topic of their discussion when I was pulled out of my experiment by a small hand clutched on my forearm.
My eyes snapped open as I nearly stumbled forwards and found myself staring at a crossroad with a red light shining in my face. I blinked and glanced at Judy. She wore an obviously disapproving expression, though in retrospect I supposed ‘obviously' might've been too strong of a word. I was fairly certain I was the only person on this planet who could tell that apart from her usual neutral face.
”What are you doing, Chief?”
”Ah... Sorry, I lose track of the outside world when I really focus on Far Sight.”
She gave me a dubious look but didn't press the issue and we both crossed the road as the traffic light switched.
”What is the plan for today?”
It took me several seconds to switch my brain over to the new track, but once I did I nodded to myself maybe a bit too eagerly.
”Right. Plan.” I paused as I tried to remember exactly what we agreed on the previous night and what changed since then. ”All right, here are the basics: You ask the class rep. She should be the most knowledgeable about these things. She is the mage after all; she should have a high Lore skill.”
”You are stereotyping her.”
”Maybe a little, but if I'm right then you would get the most info out of her, and if I'm wrong, it's just a brand new data point for future considerations.”
”I see. I still don't know how I should ask though.”
”Hmmm...” I actually thought about that a fair bit during the night and I decided to share the idea I came up with. ”Make me the bad guy.”
”... You need to elaborate on that.”
”Okay, here's the idea: Tell the class rep that I'm keeping you in the dark. Tell her you want to know more and I refuse to give you information. If she still refuses, elaborate on how you want to help me, but I don't want to get you involved for your own protection, but you want to help anyways, et cetera. Be creative and tug at her heartstrings.”
”I'm not really good that that.”
”Would you still try it? Please?” I gave her a puppy look and she rolled her eyes in turn.
”Yes, I will.”
”Good!” I clapped my hands and proceeded to rub them sinisterly. ”The second stage of the plan depends on the success of the first stage.”
”I see. Anything in particular I should ask about?”
”Funny you should ask...” I muttered as I stopped rubbing my hands and took out my phone. A few pokes later hers vibrated in her pocket and she took it out without looking away from me as I told her, ”This is a short list of the keywords I gathered that might produce a reaction.”
Judy opened the attached file in my mail and scrolled through it with record speed.
”I see. It's a lot though. Anything in particular I should focus on.”
”Let's see...” I thought about the question for a few seconds and managed to narrow things down a little bit. ”I think the three most important terms should be Celestials, Abyssals, and The Assembly.”
I scoured those from an obscure live-chat log. I got linked to it on a similarly obscure image sharing site, and while it was filled with some hard-core conspiracy nutters (the ‘NASA put mind-control chips in my genitals so that bigfoot can monitor my thoughts for the space-jew overlords' type), yet some throwaway posts there seemed surprisingly legit. Judy read the list again, probably to commit it to her photographic memory, and she put away her phone.
”What about you?”
”What about me?” I asked back reflexively.
”What are you going to do while I interrogate Amelia?”
”Well... Uh...” I proceeded to scratch the back of my neck, but it didn't help the awkwardness at all. ”I'm going to talk to the princess and come clean. After what happened yesterday, I really want to resolve this love triangle business before it would really get out of hand.”
”That's good,” she muttered, accompanied with a small nod. ”And? How are you going to answer?”
”You know, it's not like I was confessed to. You don't have to put it so directly...” She gave me an impatient huff, so I sighed and told her; ”I'll try to let her down gently.”
”Good,” Judy spoke before I even finished, this time her words accompanied by an even bigger nod.
”I mean, it's not like I don't like her, but by conventional logic, she should be the main heroine. She should focus her full attention on Joshua. I mean—”
Judy cut me off by placing a hand on my arm and shook her head.
”You don't have to excuse yourself in front of me, Chief. I know you don't want to hurt her, but being too nice can cause just as much pain in the long run.”
”That was... unusually eloquent.”
My assistant narrowed her eyes a bit, a gesture that would've been the equal of an angry squint on anyone else's face.
”What do you mean ‘unusually'?”
”No hidden meaning,” I told her with a smile and simultaneously started taking longer strides. ”Come on Dormouse, we should hurry up.”
She opened her mouth for a quick retort, but then she paused and her eyes narrowed even further, which was probably meant to be an angry scowl, but was made hilarious by the way she was scampering to catch up with me at the same time.
”Did you just call me what I think you just called me?”
”That depends. Did you hear 'Dormouse'?”
She gave me an ‘I knew I should've stayed in bed this morning' look, which I answered by flashing a 200% innocent smile at her.
”Oh, don't look so down. Weren't you the one who wanted to have a nickname on the second day we met?”
”But why dormouse?”
”I told you: because they are small and cute. It really fits you.”
She was obviously incredulous at first, but then she looked away with an expression I hoped was fake displeasure and mumbled, ”Fine, whatever.”
I couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction.
”Don't worry, I promise I will only use it when we are alone or when it would be really amusing.”
She didn't even bother to answer this one; she just kicked my shin. I barely felt it as usual, but I still gave her a small ”Ow,” as courtesy dictated. As she did so, we finally came into spitting distance of the school gate and I couldn't help but smile. This morning was definitely miles better than the last. I could only hope the rest of the day would follow suit.
Part 2
The classroom was unusually lifeless this morning, probably due to the placeholders sticking to their schedules like they were superglued together, and thus there were only two of them in the room. On closer look, they seemed to be both the academically hyperactive type, so that at least explained their early arrivals. As for how I knew that? They wore glasses. A stereotype, I know, but this was that kind of place after all.
Judy and I headed for our respective desks, and while I was planning on walking over to hers after I put down my bag, my plans were torpedoed by the appearance of the class rep. She had a suspicious look in her eyes when she noticed the two of us, and after depositing her own bag she immediately came to my side.
”Good morning, Leo.”
”Morning,” I returned the greeting with a lazy wave.
”We need to talk.”
”I figured.”
She glanced around for a moment before she leaned in for a conspiratorial huddle.
”Listen, about what happened yesterday...” she glanced around again and leaned even closer. ”How did you break into the Restricted Space?”
I sighed. Wonderful. The day barely even started yet and I was already facing questions I couldn't answer. After a bit of high-speed thinking, I decided to stick to my previous story.
”I didn't. I just tagged along with the princess and Snowy.”
”And Judy?”
”Her? She tagged along with me in turn.”
The class rep nodded, though the look in her eyes said she thought I wasn't telling her the truth. She wasn't really off the mark, to be honest, but then again, how was I supposed to tell her something I didn't know either?
”Very well,” she finally told me with a small sigh of her own. ”I told the School it was only a minor incident and that your involvement was accidental. They might still want to talk to you soon, so don't do anything stupid.”
Now that perked my interest. ”The school, eh?” I mused as the implications started to line up in my mind. So we had an organization that was aware of the supernatural elements in this school and, according to the class rep's words, regulated them. I made a mental note of telling Judy to get some more info about them, but for the moment I had to keep up my side of the conversation. ”Before you go, please define ‘something stupid'.”
”Things like jumping into a Restricted Field to stop a fight.”
I frowned and shook my head.
”Sorry, but that's not happening. You cannot ask me to stand around while my friends are fighting each other.” I paused for a second as I remembered something and I couldn't stop a smirk creeping onto my face. ”Also, I can distinctly remember someone actually jumping in and trying to stop a fight yesterday”
The class rep reeled back like I just hit her on a sore spot.
”That's different. I was there as an official representative of the School and the Assembly.”
Ah-ha! There was one of my keywords! I tried not to show my satisfaction as I forcefully wiped the smile from my face and looked the girl in front of me in the eye.
”Listen Ammy. I know you just want to keep me safe, but I will not be standing idly by while my friends are in danger. Period.”
”You are going to get hurt.”
I shrugged.
”I could. Or maybe things work out well like they did yesterday. Either way, I would rather try and fail than not try at all.”
The class rep silently held my gaze for several seconds longer before she closed her eyes and her shoulders slumped in resignation.
”I never thought you were the hot-blooded type.” Her words took me aback for a moment. Me? Hot blooded? Nah. If anything, I was too calculating for my own good. Since I didn't respond right away, the class rep straightened herself and took a half-step back from my desk. ”Very well. But remember, I have warned you.”
”Yes, and I am grateful for that, even if I am going to completely ignore it.”
At last her lips curved upwards a little, though the smile barely touched her eyes.
”All right. Just so we are clear.” She paused for a second or five before her expression turned stony once again. ”Before I go, there is one last thing I wanted to ask you: How did you get into the Restricted Space without triggering any of the mana sensors around campus?”
Ooooh... ‘Mana sensors'? Look at those juicy tidbits, just falling into my lap one after the other! After a moment of consideration, I decided to just lean back on my chair and smile mysteriously.
”Would you believe me if I told you my exposure to you guys supercharged my latent psychic abilities into phenomenal cosmic powers?”
”Yes.”
I blinked at her. Hard.
”Well, you shouldn't.”
”Then how?”
I had a feeling she wouldn't take ‘I don't have a bloody idea, why don't YOU tell me?' too well, so I decided on a more indirect approach. I quickly relapsed into my mysterious smile and quipped; ”I cannot tell you just yet. When I can, you will be the first to know.”
”Do you promise?” I nodded, and she returned the gesture, albeit hesitantly. By this time students began to steadily trickle into the classroom and she was about to leave and attend to her duties when she faltered and turned back to me and whispered, ”Are you sure you are not psychic?”
I let the smile drop and gave her a critical stare.
”I was joking.”
”I know, but...” She leaned closer again and lowered her voice to the point even I could barely hear her. ”I'm writing my thesis on unconventional and spontaneous mystic arts, and I thought you might have... insights into the matter?”
All her words needed was a knowing wink and an intriguingly raised eyebrow to complete the classic ‘I know you know, and now you know that I know you know that I know you know' exchange, but the class rep just wasn't subtle or self-conscious enough for these kinds of things, so I granted her the benefit of the doubt and gave her a meaningful nod in turn.
Although, to be perfectly fair, she was correct. So far I definitely fell under the 'psychic' umbrella, an ESP to be precise, especially if I were to play fast and loose with the traditional definitions, but it was exactly because I had no idea about the proper terminology of this world that I had to be careful about claiming anything. Who knew? Maybe I was psychic? Or an alien. Or a genie locked out of his lamp. I had no idea, so I did what I was best at; act like I knew what I was talking about and at the same time be as vague as possible.
”Fine, fine. We'll see about that. If I come across anything that might interest you, I'll call you.”
As I said that, the princess arrived in the doorway with perfect timing. The class rep followed the direction of my gaze and promptly left without saying a word. I knew she was only doing so to give us some space, but geez, it was still cold of her.
Anyways, the princess visibly staggered when she noticed that I was already in the classroom and for a moment I thought she would run away (possibly accompanied with a fitting assortment of ‘Kyuuun!'s and ‘Awawawa!'s), but instead she showed admirable self-restraint by shakily walking up to her desk in front of mine and taking a seat.
I waited for her to say something, but after it became obvious she was not going to speak first I gently cleared my throat, which made her nearly jump out of her chair. Talk about being tense.
However, before I could start a conversation she whipped her head around so hard that for a moment I was afraid she would pull a tendon in her neck. She stared at me with an expression that hovered somewhere between bone-chilling rage and utter panic for a while... or at the very least that's what it looked like, though I had a hunch it had more to do with embarrassment than either of those emotions. A tsundere through and through.
Meanwhile, she tried to speak, but no words came out of her mouth. I waited for her to finish her struggle, but in the end she just turned back around and buried her face in her arms on her desk. What a wonderful conversation that was.
I let loose a sneaky sigh under my breath and tapped her on her shoulder.
”Do you want to talk?”
She didn't react right away, but then she nodded without looking up.
”So... are you going to talk?”
This time she shook her head.
”Then what?” There was no answer. ”How about you write it down?”
She suddenly sat up straight like she was shocked by electricity and began rummaging through her bag. She took out a sheet of paper and some writing utensils and began writing at a frantic pace. Once finished, she checked the page, nodded to herself, and then presented it to me over her back while still avoiding eye contact with extreme prejudice. I reflexively rolled my eyes and took the page.
I found her handwriting very familiar, which honestly shouldn't have been that surprising considering I've already seen it on her two challenge letters. This one, predictably, also called me to the roof.
”So you want us to eat lunch on the roof so we can talk?” She silently nodded. ”Just the two of us?” She nodded again. ”All right then,” I told her as my lips slowly curved into a sardonic smile. ”It was nice talking to you.”
She didn't react; she just hid her face in her arms again and refused to look up no matter how gently I called out to her. With this intermezzo over, I sat back in my chair and tried my best not to think about how troublesome my lunch break was promising to be.
Part 3
I checked the time on my phone and had to take a second look to be certain. It was only a couple of minutes before noon. Just where did my morning go?
That was a rhetorical question, by the way. I knew full well how it went by: one half reading my assistant's increasingly elaborate reports after she came back from discussing the supernatural parts of this world with the class rep, while the other half was spent with connecting all of those tidbits as I was trying to keep my jaw from hitting the floor.
As it turned, out the magical background of this world was way, way more extensive than I would've ever dreamed of. There was a mountain of new terminology to learn, politics, factions, et cetera... Even after spending the entire morning studying them, I only scratched the surface of the data Judy provided, which itself was only a fraction of the basics. This of course meant that I paid exactly zero attention to the lessons, but in my defense, I would consider that learning about the amazing and dangerous real nature of this world should take priority over the symbolism in 20th-century poetry.
Anyways, I was fairly confident that at this point I knew enough so that I wouldn't make a fool out of myself if I tried to bring up the subject, but as they say, a little knowledge can sometimes be more dangerous than ignorance. As such, I decided to keep at what I was unwittingly doing for a while and speak very vaguely so that instead of flaunting what I knew, I would get the others to talk about things I didn't.
However, as overwhelming as all the new information was, I could feel my brain being bogged down and unable to think properly. I couldn't help but groan in silence. No matter how hard I tried to suppress it, that strange mixture of guilt and anxiety kept bubbling up between the gaps and kept reminding me of my upcoming discussion with the princess. I was once again reminded why I didn't want to get involved in any romantic shenanigans. Even getting myself disentangled from one made me unable to function properly. Stupid hormones. Anyways, I checked the time again and then immediately winced in surprise when Joshua unexpectedly whispered to me, ”Are you that hungry?”
”What?”
”You've been checking your phone for the time a lot. Are you looking forward to the lunch that much?” Just as he said so, the long chime finally sounded and he broke into a childish grin. ”Speak of the devil. Speaking of which, do you want any recommendations? They just put a new caviar dish on the menu; you should definitely give it a try.”
I awarded my friend a look so flat its edge could divide atoms.
”Three things. One: No. Two: How is caviar a good recommendation if you think someone is hungry? Three: No.”
Josh clicked his tongue and shrugged.
”You are no fun.”
”Nor am I made of money.”
”But you are! Almost! Nearly! At least thirty percent!”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and stood up. Josh followed my example almost immediately and flashed me another kiddy grin.
”All right, then maybe not caviar. There is still a lot of other stuff there we haven't tried yet. Are you coming?”
I shook my head as I pointed upwards.
”Sorry, not today. I have plans on the roof.”
”With Judy?”
I shook my head again and nodded towards the blond girl. She was still lying sprawled out on her desk, but she might have heard that we were talking because she looked up at the exact same moment. She froze when our eyes met, but to her credit, she didn't engage in any of her usual over-the-top antics.
”Really?” Joshua wondered aloud in a tone that was more than a little skeptical. ”It's rare for you two to hang out like that, isn't it?”
”Not really,” I answered nonchalantly as I put away my books and got my wallet.
”Would you mind if I tagged along?”
”Actually...” the princess spoke up before I could while she stood up and began rubbing her face. She had an imprint of her sleeve on her forehead, but I decided it was not the time to bring that up. Once she was upright she turned to Josh apologetically and said; ”Sorry, but Leo and I... We have something to discuss.”
”Just the two of you?” My friend eyed both of us suspiciously, but I couldn't really care less, as I was too taken aback by the sudden change in the princess's behavior. She was, for the lack of better words, regal. I have seen her relapse into a more formal attitude in the past, but I couldn't recall her being this formal since the day she transferred. It was a little bit uncanny, to be honest.
”Yes,” she stated on no uncertain terms.
”Um... Okay?” Josh looked at me, apparently just as weirded out by her behavior as I was. I made some covert shooing motions, and after a little more nudging he left the scene with a huff. I watched him go before I returned my attention to the princess.
”Sooooo... Should I go and grab something from the cafeteria?”
”Not necessary.” She stopped me and once she was sure I wasn't going anywhere she dove into her bag and retrieved a familiar-looking tiered lunch-box. ”I brought enough for both of us.”
”Is that so?” I flashed her a reserved smile and added, ”Very thoughtful of you.”
To my utter bafflement, she returned my smile, without any cutesy noises or flailing. For a moment I wanted to yell ‘Who are you, and what have you done to the princess!?', but I managed to subdue the urge and instead led her out of the classroom.
I don't know how it worked. Maybe it was the regal aura surrounding her, but the placeholder hordes rushing to besiege the cafeteria parted around us like the Red Sea, and we managed to reach the roof in a little under a minute. That was pretty much a personal record. Not only that, when I opened the access door, I found the roof practically empty. I already noticed that placeholders tended to conveniently vacate the area whenever I was about to have a special discussion with someone, but right now I could've really preferred at least a few idlers in the background, if only for my peace of mind.
We wordlessly headed over to our usual seats on the benches in the far corner of the roof and sat down without much fanfare. By this point I had already steeled my nerves and came up with the exact words I wanted to tell her, so I got ready to speak up the moment my butt touched the seat... yet somehow the princess was still faster than me.
”Leo,” she slowly turned towards me with a serious expression and I involuntarily gulped. There was a silent pressure in her eyes, and I couldn't help but recall the battle from the day before. Right, I kind of forgot about it, but she was an actual dragon-hybrid-something-or-the-other that could turn me into a bloodstain on the floor with a single swipe. That was definitely not good for my peace of mind.
”Yes?” I responded with a smile I hoped wasn't too strained.
”Leo, please tell me something.”
There was a slight tremble in her voice, which made me finally tear my gaze away from her eyes. It was only then that I noticed that she was actually red as a lobster. That actually made me feel a little better for some reason, so I responded without thinking.
”Sure.”
”Are you in a relationship with Judy?”
The question was a bit of a curveball, so I involuntarily frowned.
”Why do you ask this now?”
”J-Just answer me!” She demanded while her voice rose an octave. Now that I calmed down a bit, it became obvious she was trying her hardest to appear calm and dignified. For the most part it worked, but thankfully she was still clumsy enough to let some of her nervousness slip, and thank god for that, or I might've become a nervous wreck before the end of our talk.
I took a deep breath and was about to tell her the truth, but then I paused. Couldn't I use this to ‘let her down gently'? If I told her I was dating Judy, she would probably stop being confused about me and could focus all her efforts on Joshua. That sounded nice on paper, and I was almost tempted to use it, but then what? Wouldn't that mean that I would be forced to pretend to be going out with Judy, at least for the time being? That wasn't something I could impose on her without her consent (even if I was certain she would agree without a moment of hesitation). These kinds of pretending plots never resolved any conflict anyway. As such, after a long moment of hesitation, I shook my head.
”No, we are not in a romantic relationship at the moment.”
”Good,” she nodded and I could see her clench her fists. She caught the gesture, and hastily relaxed her hands while clearing her throat. ”I mean, it is good that we could ascertain this. It is important that w... w... Awawawawa! What are you doing!”
”Nothing, please continue,” I told her so as I poked her cheek again.
”S-Stop doing that! Why are you poking me?!”
”Because you are acting weird.”
”I am not acting weird!” she screamed at me and slapped my hand away before she hung her head. ”You ruined it! I was preparing myself for this moment all morning and you ruined it!”
For a second I didn't know what to do. I tried to crack a joke to get her attention, but then a soft sob escaped the princess' throat and it made me freeze. Oh crap. I made her cry...
”Um... I'm sorry. I didn't think you... I mean, I just wanted you to relax a little. You weren't acting like yourself.” I put my hand on her shoulder and lightly patted it. She didn't throw me off, so I continued; ”The princess I know would turn red at the mere mention of dating and would have made cute little noises if I poked her.” Since she still didn't react, I let out a defeated sigh and pleaded, ”Please don't cry. I'm sorry for teasing you when you were trying your hardest. What do you want me to do to cheer you up?”
At last, she glanced up at me.
”Are you going to hear me out?”
”Sure.”
She looked me in the eye for a couple of seconds before she straightened herself and rubbed her eyes. It wasn't perfect, but it seemed she managed to regain at least a sliver of the dignity she was projecting before.
”You are not allowed to make fun of me or tease me until we are finished here.”
”Understood.”
She gave me a nod and then she fell silent. I waited for her, but she didn't say a word even after several seconds. I was just about to reach the end of my rope when she suddenly inhaled.
”I assume you know why I had a fight with Neige yesterday.” I wanted to tell her I had a good idea, but before I could say anything, she continued with the same breath. ”She said that I was being indecisive and that I was roping you along. I... was angry at the time, but last night I reflected on what she said, and I think she was right. So... after thinking about it a lot, I decided to come clear.”
”Really?”
She nodded sharply.
”Yes.” There was a meaningful pause after this point, during which she flushed so hard even the tip of her ears were turning red, then she forcefully exhaled and quickly said, ”Leo, I think I like you.”