Chapter 17 (1/2)

Part 1

”I still can't believe this...” I whispered for the umpteenth time between two sips from my giant ‘I <> coffee' mug. I re-read the section in question to make sure I interpreted it properly before I jotted down a few questions into my notebook, crossed out a previous one, and then dropped it all onto the desk with exasperation and stood up from my computer with a low groan.

A quick glance at the clock told me it was well past midnight, and while it wasn't late per se (the word kind of lost its meaning because of my sleepless lifestyle anyways), it still meant I spent close to seven hours hunched over in front of my monitor. I was fairly certain that was unhealthy, but I continued right where I left off after a quick bathroom break and grabbing some snacks from the fridge downstairs.

I stared at the site still open in front of me and I couldn't decide whether I should feel incredibly lucky or absolutely terrified. Angie probably had no idea about it (or at least I hoped she didn't), but its main purpose wasn't to educate newly initiated Celestials. By the way, yes, Celestials living in human society had to be initiated at a young age, and before that, they didn't even know they were magical. It had something to do with protocols and hierarchy and something that sounded suspiciously like a caste system, but it was beside the point.

Wait, what was the point again? Ah, right: the Celestial Hub. In short, it wasn't just a crappy site designed to show the ropes for the newbies; it was actually a crappy site designed to show the ropes for the newbies... that also happened to be the hub of the entire Celestial Intelligence Network! In other words, I just hacked into the Pentagon of the supernatural by complete accident!

I mean, what the actual hell? I knew mundane governments had lots of problems with cybersecurity, but being able to guess an administrator-level password of an allegedly elite branch of a secret supernatural superpower was a failure of such epic proportions that I was still half-expecting it to be a trap.

Yet, the rewards were simply too great to ignore, and what originally began as cautious browsing of the more innocent-looking items soon turned into a deep dive into the secrets of one of the supernatural giants of this world.

Most of the data contained within the databases and reports, which had to be accessed through a separate interface that reminded me of the DOS era, were obviously about Celestials and their sneaky business. Looking at it made me realize just what Angie meant when she said her people ‘had a reputation' and that everyone would think she was a mole in the group. Hell, after what I saw here, even I wasn't one hundred percent certain she wasn't.

But I was getting ahead of myself. According to what I gathered, Celestials were defined by three things: their frantic search for this previously mentioned ‘Deus' fellow (who contrary to his name wasn't a god, just a very powerful not-angel and a bit of a cult-leader), their rigid adherence to a stratified society, and using third parties and counter-intelligence to keep the other factions at bay.

All three of those were related to said Deus fellow, so I might as well explain his deal. A couple centuries ago there was a war between the Celestials and the Abyssals. I can't say I was particularly surprised by that one; angels and demons obviously wouldn't get along, even if they were roses by any other name. Anyways, the Abyssals were actually winning, so Deus, the dear leader of all Celestials, hallowed be his holy socks, sacrificed himself in order to create an impenetrable barrier to seal the Abyssals into the Abyss (and just to answer Angie's off-handed question, yes, apparently they were called so even before they were sealed away).

What's that? You wonder how Snowy and her big bro are running around if there is a totally impenetrable and no way contrived barrier locking all Abyssals into their underground realm of slight unpleasantness? Well, okay, technically it wasn't all that unpleasant, as one informant in a thread even said they had great vacation spots. More on that later. Anyhow, the reason for the Abyssals' presence on the island was...

... entirely unclear to me.

Since Judy didn't know about all this when she talked with Snowy, she naturally couldn't inquire about it either, so I supposed it was left to me to ask the girl later. By the way, my dear assistant also sent me another report with all the info she drilled out of the white-haired Seducer (that was the technical name of her kind; I suppose ‘succubus' wasn't on the nose enough), but I was so deep in my site-crawling that I only skimmed it before I returned to my PC. I didn't want to devalue her efforts, but damn, this site was a treasure-trove that was hard to compete with.

Anyways, according to the long mourning diatribes on the 'tutorial' facet of the site (and I do mean long; there was even a three hours long eulogy there), the Celestials were devastated by the death of their most noble, courageous, and charismatic leader, and dedicated themselves to upholding ‘the perfect society he created'. Did I mention he was a bit of a creepy cult leader yet? Because he totally was.

By the way, this is where the Celestial prophecy comes into the picture. According to it, this Deus fellow's soul would be reborn as a human and usher in a new golden age for the Celestials. However, they had absolutely no idea exactly when or where he would return, and they were afraid that if they interbred with humans (which they could apparently do, for your interest) it would make finding the needle in the haystack even harder, so they not only completely removed themselves from human affairs, but even proceeded to work in the shadows to limit the influence of the other factions as well.

What were these other factions? Well, I was already well-acquainted with the Draconians and the Abyssals. The former were descendants of an ancient race of shape-shifting dragons interbreeding with humans and used to be the dominant force in human society until a few hundred years ago. Then they were hunted down by knights. Whether those knights were also rescuing princesses from tall towers in the process, I had no idea.

Seriously though, there've been a couple of references to something called ‘The Knightly Brotherhood of the Most Heroic Bloodlines', which was a mouthful of a name if I've ever heard one. More relevantly, they appeared to be a sort of secret society that existed for nearly a thousand years and has been fighting the supernatural races in general and dragons in particular. The Celestials had a pretty bad opinion on them, calling them a ‘failed experiment' and whatnot, but they were apparently responsible for the extinction of the real dragons and the Draconians' decline in power.

Now, silly as it sounded, I actually wasn't kidding about them rescuing princesses, though I was still entirely unsure about the tower part. As my research revealed, Draconians seemed to have a strange obsession with kidnapping royalty. Or rather, Sebastian in particular had a strange obsession with it. If these records are to be believed, a dapper gentleman with white stripes in his hair had been running around continental Europe and occasionally kidnapping people in power since the freakin 5th century. Well, I had to give it to him, he was dedicated to his craft. Or maybe he just has a fetish for princesses. Or their ransom money. One or the other.

Speaking of fetishes, while the Celestials didn't like the knights, they must've found the dragons incredibly sexy, as Abyssals are actually a race that was born from a mixed Celestial/Dragon lineage. The articles on these guys were also all over the place. About half of them described them as crazy, war-mongering madmen leading armies of Fauns (those are some kind of animal-human-hybrid monsters or something; they never went into great detail) constantly fighting each other over something called ‘Mana Wells' in the Abyss, while the other half described them as creepy, manipulative assholes that would sell their own mothers for power. Granted, the two depictions weren't mutually exclusive, but then there was a very small minority that said that the Abyssals were perfectly normal people who are just being driven to extremes because of their exile.

Now, the faction I didn't actually know much about was the Magi. Or Wizards. Or Mages. Or Sorcerers. Or whatever.

I'm serious. It seemed that no one could make up their mind about what these guys were called. I've already referred to them as Magi, since according to Judy that's what the class rep called her ‘people', so I decided to stick to that.

Thankfully, what they were was a little bit easier to figure out than their official name. Magi were, according to the introductory articles, another secret society focused on researching magic and ‘piercing the veil of creation', whatever the hell that meant. They had a central governmental body called The Assembly, but they otherwise lived and worked in ‘Schools' dedicated to certain pursuits. While I figured this was a reference to different ‘schools of magic' one would see in an RPG, I had a hunch it might have been fairly literal in our case. In fact, I was pretty sure the local ‘School' was right under our actual school.

More importantly, Magi were something of a grudging ally of the Celestials, or rather, their goals were fairly similar. The Magi wanted to preserve the status quo to be able to research magic and do whatever else they wanted in peace, which was pretty much in line with the Celestials' non-involvement policy. The grudging part came from the fact that the Magi viewed the Celestials as just as much of a nuisance as the other factions, and thus their relationship was less about cooperation and more about turning a blind eye to their activities so long as it didn't involve Magi business. So yeah, petty power-politics were very much alive in the supernatural world as well.

There were also some footnotes about another minor faction in the articles, something called ‘Non-causative Science Research Society', an off-shoot branch of the Magi that broke off a couple of decades ago. There wasn't much known about them, and they didn't seem to be a major player, so I also delegated them to my own footnotes.

Speaking of which, my notebook was getting messy again. I looked over the questions I've written down and decided to start doing pinpoint searches. My first target was the word ‘prophecy', but when I looked up at the screen I noticed a red exclamation mark on the button just above the search bar. It said ‘Chat'.

I hovered my mouse over it for a moment, uncertain about how safe it would be to make direct contact like this, but curiosity took the better of me. I should've been fairly safe. I was using a proxy and was accessing the site with a browser designed to be hard to track, so unless I made some mistake with the settings, my identity was fairly secure.

I took a deep breath to steel myself and clicked the button. After the site reloaded, I was treated to a blank white chat window. It didn't stay that way for long.

”MoroseMoose: Hello Admin.”

”MoroseMoose: Where have you been?”

”MoroseMoose: We haven't heard from you for months.”

I gulped as my fingers hovered over the keyboard, albeit not for long.

”Admin: I was busy with work.”

”MoroseMoose: I figured.”

”MoroseMoose: Are you back for good?”

”MoroseMoose: It was a pain in the ass to manage the site in your absence, you know? T_T”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: ADMIN IS BACK?!?!?!?!???1?!!?one (٭°̧̧̧ω°̧̧̧٭)”

”MoroseMoose: Yes. I just noticed it too.”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: FINALLY!!! (≧∇≦)/”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: DUDE WE REALLY NEED YOU TO GET RID OF THESE F****G SPAMBOTS!!!

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: WHERE DID YOU DISAPPEAR TO ANYWAYS?!?!?!”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: HELLO, ARE YOU STILL THERE?!?!?!!!!?!? ( •᷄ὤ•᷅)？”

”Admin: Yeah. Stop yelling.”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: oops.sorry. ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄”

I paused for a moment. I recognized the names from the forums attached to the main site. These guys were some of the regulars, and while they were ‘agents', they seemed fairly typical as far as internet denizens were concerned. Then again, most Celestials living in the human world only knew this site as a crappy PSA page dedicated to helping newcomers catch up. Because of this, we had a lot of fairly normal people who used the forums to ask questions from more ‘experienced' Celestials, while the actual spies and field agents only used the site to deposit their reports into the main database.

These guys were the middle ground; users who were serious members of the celestial intelligence network but at the same time used the forums and chat to socialize as well... and I had no idea about how to interact with them. In retrospect, maybe entering into this chatroom was not one of my brighter ideas, but I had no choice but to run with it and improvise as best as I could.

”Admin: I was underground.”

”MoroseMoose: You were in the Abyss?”

”Admin: Not literally.”

”Admin: Also, the Abyss isn't actually under the ground.”

I paused again and suddenly recalled a fairly recent report I skimmed through a few hours before.

”Admin: I had to move because of the fallout after the Cardhouse incident.”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: THAT S**T AGAIN?!?! F***K, WAS THERE ANYONE WHO WASN'T F*****D OVER BY THAT S**T?!?!?!!!?!?!?? ( ≧Д≦)”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?!!?!?!?! (ó﹏ò｡)”

”Admin: Mostly. I have to lie low for a while.”

”MoroseMoose: Good to hear.”

”MoroseMoose: Are you going to keep managing the site?”

”Admin: Yes, I will try to clean things up a little.”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: GOOD. START WITH THE M***********G SPAMBOTS!!!!”

”MoroseMoose: I have to agree with my eloquent colleague.”

”MoroseMoose: I'm not joking. It's been a huge problem since you left.”

I massaged my brows to help them unknot as I looked at the chat window. So now that I took the identity of the administrator, I have to keep pretending until I finished getting as much info out of the site as I can. Though, on second thought, having the hub of the Celestial Intelligence Network at my beck and call had potential. Oh, and danger. Blood-curling, run-for-your-life, the-entire-might-of-the-Celestial-people-crashing-onto-your-head kind of danger. Any sane person would've pulled the plug at this point. I suppose it says a lot about me that I just snorted and limbered up my fingers before I continued.

”Admin: Fine. We are going to do a full reset.”

”MoroseMoose: What? :”

”Admin: We reset all the passwords. I'm also going to get rid of the ads, they are a security risk.”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: AND HOW ARE WE GOING TO PAY FOR THE SERVER?!!!!?!?!”

”Admin: Let me worry about that one. You guys spread the word, I will take care of the new security measures. We need better password security too. I might also hire someone to redesign the main page if I'm at that.”

”Admin: If everything works as planned, we should get the site working as intended in a few days.”

”MoroseMoose: We? Since when are we working on the site?”

”Admin: Since about ten seconds ago. Congratulations on your promotion.”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: WOW!1!!one! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: ADMIN TOOK A LEVEL IN AWESOME!!! I APPROVE!! (●♡∀♡)”

”MoroseMoose: Whatevs. I will do my part. ”

”Admin: Good.”

I stretched my fingers and began to enact my plans with enthusiasm that surprised even me.

Part 2

It was half past six in the morning when I hit the ‘Confirm' button on the designer app and the new site went online. I knew practically nothing about programming, but as it turned out, the original site was made with one of those handy template designer programs, and after reading the documentation and some tutorials on the net, I was able to fix the most glaring problems with just a little trial and error.

The reappearance of ‘Admin' also ran through the community like wildfire, and I was bombarded with questions in the chat about my whereabouts. My cover story was that I was involved in the ‘Cardhouse incident', where several Celestial operatives were busted by the Magi while they tried to infiltrate a School. Since operatives were only briefed on a need-to-know basis, I actually had more info than most of them, and thus I was able to uphold my fake identity pretty well. Or at least I hoped so.

As I thought about these things, the site finally finished updating and I was welcomed by the brand new main page. It was nothing special, but it was miles better than the original mess. It hasn't been up for more than a few seconds when the chat button began flashing again.

”KittYkaTT101: wow great job admin”

”19891224: Where did all the ads go?! How will I get my male enhancement pills now?!”

”MoroseMoose: You talk like you actually need those.”

”19891224: Hey, you can never know when an extra few inches could be useful. ”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?!!!? YOU ARE A GIRL!!!1! δ(´д｀; )”

”KittYkaTT101: you are confusing him with his sister 19891223”

”19891224: Common mistake. ”

”Admin: Settle down, kids.”

”MoroseMoose: Look, the man of the day is back!”

”Rock998: Hey man! Great to have you back!”

”19891224: Gimme back my ads! :3”

I chuckled to myself. I never thought top-secret supernatural operatives would be this lively, but I honestly started to like these guys.

”Admin: Behave yourself and you might get to keep one in your sidebar, but only if you promise to take care of it.”

”19891224: Sure daddy, I promise I will take it to walks and everything.”

”MoroseMoose: Are you sure this won't cause a problem with the servers?”

”Admin: No, they are already paid for.”

In fact, the servers didn't even cost that much. They were on a shady Eastern-European server-farm though, and since I didn't trust those guys as far as I could throw them, I had to jump through a couple of annoying hoops to pay them, which included setting up fake accounts, buying fake credit cards so that it would be harder to track me, losing a thousand Jens in a scam (it happens) and then finally paying them. Still, if they held their end of the bargain, we were in the green for a couple of months.

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: ADMIN IS SUPER-AWESOME!!!one!! (♥ω♥ ) ~♪”

”Admin: I am.”

”Admin: Moose, are you up for what we discussed?”

”MoroseMoose: You mean the database? Sure, I can reorganize it, but it would be hard with just the filenames.”

”Admin: Just do what you can. I plan on getting some help with that from a friend of mine.”

”19891224: A new friend? Do we know him?”

”Admin: It's a she, and no you don't. I vouch for her, so be nice to her.”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: ARE YOU BRINGING YOUR GIRLFRIEND INTO THE BUSINESS?!?!?!!!?!”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: ARE YOU EVEN ALLOWED TO DO THAT?!?!?!1!?!”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: AND HOW COME THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HEAR ABOUT YOU HAVING A GIRLFRIEND?!?!!!?!?????”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: YOU ARE TEARING ME APART, ADMIN!!!!!!! (ᗒᗩᗕ)՞”

”Admin: To answer your questions in order:”

”Admin: No, no, see answer number one, and please settle down.”

”W1NG3D N1NJ4: SOWWY ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄”

I was about to continue when I glanced at the clock again and silently gasped. It was past seven already, and I didn't even pack my bag! In fact, I was usually eating breakfast by this time and getting ready to pick up Judy. I cursed under my breath and returned to the browser one last time.

”Admin: I have to go now.”

”Admin: I have a meeting to attend.”

”Admin: Spread the word about the security reset.”

I didn't wait for them to answer. I closed my browser and rushed out of my room post-haste. My first destination was the kitchen, where I grabbed some snacks I could eat with one hand while I returned to pack my bag. I only washed myself in the sink before I threw my clothes on and dashed down the stairs for a second time. I locked the entrance behind me and headed for the usual intersection with a light jog. I wasn't late yet, but I still didn't want to leave Judy waiting if I could help it. I made it there in under a minute and my timing couldn't have been more perfect, as she was just arriving there herself.

”Good morning Chief,” she greeted me, her usual deadpan voice already colored by some curious undertones. It was probably my disheveled appearance that threw her off.

”Morning,” I replied while trying to straighten my shirt.

”Did you sleep in?”

”Not really, I just lost track of time.”

She nodded and stepped closer. She began wordlessly fussing over my clothes before she stood on her tiptoes and reached for my head.

”Lean forwards a little please.”

”Err... Sure,” I complied in a mildly embarrassed daze while she arranged my hair into something I hoped was a bit more presentable. She also muttered something about me being too tall, but that was neither here nor there.

At last, she stepped back and looked over me from head to toe before she let out a satisfied grunt.

”It will have to do.”

”Thanks.”

”You are welcome,” she answered with a barely visible bend in her lips and she began walking. I automatically followed after her. ”What's the plan for today?”

I thought for a few seconds as we proceeded down another street.

”I think I will go and talk with Snowy. You got a lot out of her, but I have some specific things I'm curious about.”

”I see. What should I do in the meantime?”

”Actually, there is a site I would like you to get familiar with.”

I quickly explained to her the Celestial Hub and how I stumbled upon it, including the password, the reports, the other users, and I even outlined the mountain of information I have gathered in such a short time.

”I see. That was quite a find.”

I almost nodded, but then I stopped midway. While she might've sounded perfectly dry and deadpan, I could detect some disappointment and even irritation in her voice, and this time I was fairly certain it wasn't just my imagination. The concern might've shown on my face, as she turned away with a tiny little pout on her lips.

If anyone else did that, I might've felt irritated by such behavior, but since Judy was normally so reserved with her emotions, noticing new ones felt like a brand new discovery that always managed to cheer me up.

”Oh, please,” I chuckled while gently poking her in the side with my elbow. ”Don't be like that. I still appreciate the work you've done.”

”Even though it became redundant?”

Yep, that question sealed it. She was sulking. I half sighed and half chuckled as I let out a deep breath and smiled at her.

”Oh come on, Dormouse. It's not like I was about to replace you with a silly website.”

She blinked at me, her cheeks flushed with just a hint of red, and then she pointedly averted her eyes again.

”I know. I'm not stupid.”

”Of course you're not. You are the smartest person I know.”

She proceeded to turn her face even further away from me with a short harrumph.

”Now you are just trying to butter me up to change the subject.”

”Guilty as charged,” I answered her with another chuckle as I hooked a finger under her chin and made her look forwards. ”You should still pay attention to where you are going though. You are about to hit a street lamp.”

She didn't give me any over-the-top reaction like the princess would have, instead she let out a soft grunt and circled around said street lamp before she got back beside me. It was probably just my imagination, but she may have even walked a little closer than before. Not that I really minded.

”So, what should I do with that site?”

Even though it wasn't a real change in topics, the question still caught me off-guard and I had to think for a bit.

”Make a throwaway email address and use it to register. I will approve you and give you moderation rights.”

”You can do that?”

”I told you, I got administration access.”

If I was reiterating that, I took the opportunity to tell her all the other things I have done with the site during the night as well. She listened attentively as I explained my changes to the user interface and the database's structure and how I asked some of the regulars to take care of the everyday operation of the site, periodically nodding to herself whenever I went into important details.

”A moment, Chief,” she stopped me just as I was about to get into the gritty details of the cross-referencing between reports. ”Correct me if I'm wrong, but did you just take over a spy ring, spent your own money on hosting it, and planning to run it without telling the people reporting there they are no longer under whatever Celestial bureau they used to be working for?”

”In a nutshell, yes.”

”Doesn't that strike you as incredibly risky?”

”I would say it's more of an unbelievably, jaw-droppingly risky thing, but I still think it's worth it. Speaking of which, I will show you how to bounce your IP and hide your online signature when we have the time.”

”Why?”

”To mitigate some of the risks? I do the same. It makes us harder to find online. I don't think they have people competent enough to track us anyways, but it's better to be on the safe side.”

She nodded, more to herself than in approval of my reasoning, and after a while she said, ”How about this afternoon then?”

Her sudden request made me pause.

”Sure, why not.”

”Good,” she uttered a little absent-mindedly as she whipped out her phone and began typing a message.

”What's that about?” I inquired while I was trying to get a look at her screen.

”I'm telling mother that we would have you over for dinner.” She looked up from her phone and gave me a tiny little smirk. ”You would come over to set up my computer, right?” I nodded. ”Then you should stay until dinner. Mother has been asking me to introduce you to my father.”

”I don't like the sound of that.”

”Why?”

”Because it sounds like a setup in a sitcom designed to lead to embarrassing misunderstandings that would inevitably lead to your father chasing me out the door with a shotgun in hand.”

”Why would you have a shotgun in hand?” she asked innocently. I gave my dear assistant a wry look and she once again averted her eyes. ”What I meant to say was that you are just paranoid. Everything will be fine.”

”If you say so...”

I still wasn't convinced, but I didn't want to start a fight over something silly like that, so I wisely shut up and looked ahead... and by complete accident, my gaze met a pair of sapphire eyes peeking around the corner. Their owner immediately disappeared behind the building, but the high-pitched ‘Awawaaaa!' coming from the direction made her identity so obvious she might as well didn't bother.

I glanced at my assistant and we shared a tired sigh as we walked up to the girl hiding behind the corner. When we rounded it, she was standing in front of us with a transparently fake surprised expression.

”O-Oh! Hi Leo. Judy.” The princess nodded at each of us in turn with a strained smile. ”Fancy meeting you here. Quite the coincidence, isn't it?”

”Why are you here?” Judy spoke before I could, and she was about as blunt as a sledgehammer.

”W-What do you mean?”

”What she means,” I interjected as I stepped between the two of them, ”Is that your mansion is in the opposite direction. We literally couldn't meet up by accident.”

”Y-Yeah... I suppose you are right...” She hung her head and took a step back. ”I... I guess I'll just move along then.”

She tried to bolt away, but I quickly reached out and grabbed hold of her shoulder.

”Whoa, easy there, princess. Was there an actual reason why you came here to meet with us?”

She glared at me from behind her bangs but at last she stopped trying to get away and instead turned on her heel again and faced me.

”Why do you think there has to be a reason?! Why can't I spend time with you...” She stuttered for a second and glanced at my assistant and added, ”... two,” before she regained her composure and finished with, ”just because I felt like it?”

”Wait,” I held up an open palm to calm her down a little. ”So you just wanted to go to school together? That's all?”

”Yeah?” She crossed her arms with a pout. ”Do you have a problem with that?”

”No. Quite the opposite actually.”

The pout immediately fell away from her face and was replaced with a suspicious squint.

”Really?”

”Yeah. Why didn't you just say that in the first place?”

”But... I thought...”

She looked at my assistant questioningly. They might have engaged in some sort of female-only telepathy, as they wordlessly went through a series of nods, grimaces, and eyebrow-wiggling (mostly on Elly's side), culminating in a shrug on the part of Judy.

”We should get going or we will be late,” she spoke in her usual tone as she walked past us. I followed after her by reflex and the princess quickly fell in line with us on my other side.

We walked without uttering a single word for a while, and since I wasn't a big fan of awkward silences, I quickly cleared my throat and turned to the blonde girl.

”So, how did yesterday's date go?”

”Wha...?!” The princess stumbled and glared at me once she regained her balance. ”What are you talking about?”

”Yesterday? Didn't you spend the afternoon with Joshua?”

”Arg! You are teasing me again! I told you to stop that!” She protested so loudly I had to gesture for her to tone it down a little.

”But it's fun.”

”For you, maybe.”

”Come on, don't sulk,” I waved my hand in front of her to get her to look at me and I flashed a toothy smile to lower her guard. It must have worked, as she promptly cleared her throat.

”A-As I was saying... It wasn't really a date. We just spent time together. Friends do that all the time.” Suddenly she squinted her eyes as if she just remembered something and then she lightly poked me with her finger. ”Speaking of which: spend some time with Josh!”

”... Where did that come from?”

She threw her hands into the air with an exasperated huff.

”I had to spend the entire afternoon listening to Josh complaining about how you don't hang out with him anymore and that all you care about are girls and that he has no one to talk about ‘guy stuff', whatever that is, and that—”

”So you say it wasn't fun?” I interjected by using the moment she took a breath and she looked really unsure for a second or five.

”It was, but...” She dropped her shoulders and groaned. ”But it was like ‘We used to come to this place with Leo all the time, but not anymore,' and ‘I couldn't talk about things with Leo for ages!' or ‘I wonder what Leo is doing right now, he is always spending time with you girls' and—”

”All right, all right! I got the gist of it, no need to continue... though I do admit, your imitation of Josh is pretty accurate.”

”Thanks, I think.”

”So, which was the fun part?” Judy interrupted, though she only asked what I was about to anyway, so there were no hard feelings.

The princess pointed a wry look at her, but then she raised a finger to her mouth, probably to accentuate her thinking.

”That place where you have to sing was nice.”

”The karaoke?

”Yes, that one! I got a bunch of perfect scores.”

”Really? That's... pretty amazing.”

The princess giggled with a broad grin that would've been more at home on Angie's face. Not that it didn't suit her. In fact, she looked positively radiant for a moment.

”I have been taking singing lessons since I was little, you know?”

”Really?” I whistled in surprise, even though it should not have been one. She was a princess after all; high culture must have come with the package. ”Now I really want to hear you sing.”

The princess's grin faltered and she sheepishly looked away. For a moment I thought I may have said something weird, but then she let out a sharp breath through her nose and faced me, red as a lobster and one finger absentmindedly curling and uncurling her left ringlet.

”Maybe... Maybe next time? I mean...” she paused, during which time I could barely hold myself back from rolling my eyes. I had a very good guess about where this was going. At last, she let out another sharp breath and made it a point to look me in the eye. ”S-So, since I spent time with Joshua, I think we need to balance the scales.”

”What scales?”

”S-Shut up! Don't interrupt me now!”

”Fine, fine. Geez...”

”So... Um... Would you like to go to the karaoke with me?”

”Well...” She kept staring at me expectantly, so I stopped stalling and told her, ”It's fine by me.”

”Really?” She began grinning again, but then she quickly stopped herself for some reason and began fidgeting. ”S-Say, are you free today?”

I really wished she would've decided whether she was forthcoming or shy and stuck to it, but then again, being a little weird like that was one of her charms. I was about to answer when Judy, whom I shamefully forgot was even there, interjected again.

”He is not. I already reserved him.”

The princess nearly stumbled and her shy smile was immediately replaced with a scowl directed at my assistant.

”What is that supposed to mean?”

”It means,” Judy answered while tucking away her phone, ”that I already asked him to come over to my place.”

”She did?” The princess looked at me with a betrayed shock.

”Yes. He is going to stay over for dinner.”

The princess's eyes opened even further.

”Is that true?”

”Yes, but—”

”He is coming over to introduce himself to my parents,” my assistant cut me off again without giving me a moment of break.

”I-Introducing to... but I thought...”

”And then we are going to discuss our plans for the future.”

”Your plans? What plans?”

Instead of answering her, I sent a disapproving frown my assistant's way and asked, ”You are doing this on purpose, aren't you?”

She didn't react to my question, but instead she continued where she left off.

”And then, once we get my parents' approval, we will head up to my room, and then...” She continued even though the princess obviously wasn't listening anymore, since she was too busy trying to punch me, which I deftly avoided by a hair's breadth.

”Leo, you idiot! You told me you two are not in that kind of relationship!” she burst out as she began stomping her feet.

”Because we aren't. Judy's just—”

”I hate you!” she interrupted me and twirled around, ready to dash away. Before I knew it, my hand reached out after her on its own and I managed to hook my fingers into the back of her collar, so when she leaped forwards she got pulled back by her neck and she lurched backward. I quickly reached out with my other hand and caught her before she could completely fall over. Once I was certain of her safety, I let out a small groan and directed another scowl at my assistant.

”Judy! Why did you do that?”

She shrugged.

”Because it's fun to tease her.”

”Agreed, but this is going a little too far.”

”Umm... Leo?”

The question came from under my chin, and as I looked down I found the princess straining her neck to look up and stare me in the face.

”Yes?”

”Y-You don't need to hold me so hard...” she told me in an uncharacteristically meek mumble. ”I-It's embarrassing.”

It was only at this point that I realized I had my arm around her and was squashing her against my chest. She was a lot firmer than girls were rumored to be, but on the other hand, she was surprisingly warm and pleasant to the touch. I quickly chastised my monkey-brain for suddenly flooding my imagination with R-rated images and took a quick breath to get my voice steady.

”I'll let you go if you promise you won't try to run away.” She nodded, so I unhanded her, and she staggered a little as she stepped back. I saw that Judy was about to say something, so I quickly raised a finger to stop her and focused on the princess again. ”Just to set the record straight: I'm going over to set up Judy's PC, and I was invited to a dinner by her parents. That's all.”

”Oh?” she lowered her head, probably because of embarrassment over her previous reaction, but then a second later she was up and staring at me again with a new dose of luminescent blush on her cheeks. ”So today is no good?”

”Yes, I just said that.”

She nodded once, twice, and then a third time before she spoke again.

”In that case... how about the weekend...?”

”I already have him reserved,” Judy butted in again, much to my eternal exasperation.

”And what is that supposed to mean?!” Elly exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. Again.

”Here we go again,” I muttered under my breath, but the two girls on my sides didn't seem to notice or care.

”We agreed with the Chief to go on a date.”

”You did what?! When did this happen?”

”After your fight with Neige. He was tired of your antics, so we decided to go on a date to help him relax.”

”I don't remember us specifying the reason. Or the date, if we are at that,” I whispered, but I was once again summarily ignored. It seemed like my entire role in this conversation was demoted to being a barrier between the two of them.

”Then you just exploited a moment of weakness! That's incredibly underhanded!”

”That is just your opinion. He is quite happy with the state of affairs.”

”... Does it even matter how I would answer to that?” I asked no one in particular, and true to form, no one in particular cared.

”Stop hogging him!” Elly exclaimed, prompting me to mutter a tired ‘I didn't think so...'

”Why?”

”Because it's unfair!” Suddenly the princess stepped closer, grabbed hold of my arm, and entwined it with hers. I looked at her with an expression saying ‘Really? Are we really doing this?'

”Unfair to whom?” Judy countered as she stepped closer and grabbed hold of my other arm.

”Et tu, Dormouse?” I whispered in a state of utter trepidation.

The exchange between the two continued for a good minute. I imagine the situation probably looked hilarious from the outside, but when caught in the crossfire, it wasn't half as amusing. Then, all of a sudden, the princess let go of me and began rummaging through her pockets.

”Fine, let's do that then!”

I had to blink and rewind the last few seconds of the conversation in my head. Judy said something about chance being fair and a coin flip and... No way...

I glanced at the blonde girl by my side, and she was already brandishing a one Jen coin in her hand. So yes way. This situation wasn't silly enough, I supposed.

”Heads or tails?”

My assistant thought for a moment before she let me go as well and said, ”Tails.”

”Fine!” The princess placed the coin on her thumb and grinned fiercely as she flipped it through the air. It flew high and completely straight up. I let out an annoyed grunt as it reached its peak, and then I promptly snatched it out of the air on its way down.

”Hey!” the princess protested and reached for my clenched fist, but I quickly put it inside my pocket and faced her with a frown.

”Would you please stop ignoring me and behave yourselves?”

”But the coin...”