《Because I do not fit well with my life, I am given a restart!》 Chapter 0-A very long prologuessssssss(No correction needed) ============================================================================ Astria ============================================================================ Spoiler : Why, why is this happening to me? I murmured to myself as I have suffered my 23rd defeat in 23 campaigns against the Darkness Overlord. In the beginning when I was anointed as hero, I had the support of everyone despite not having confidence in myself. And now I have already lost the support of the empire, kingdom and church, even a villager kid would spit on the ground when he sees me. I used to have many followers and armies by my side. However, now that has been reduced to merely me and my childhood friend, Yuri. After every defeat, she would always console me and start with her "Yurika moment" to brighten the mood. But now, I pushed her away as well after this defeat and locked myself away in my room. I really am a talentless hero, aren''t I?I envy my previous comrades yet feel sorry for them trying to support the useless me. Alan, who was a talented knight sent by the king to aid me was a kind and brave man. He would shield us and protect us from the biggest of threats with his defensive capabilities. However, the king recalled him after the 12th defeat against the Overlord''s army. He protested against the king, but the king was adamant that he was far too precious to be invested on this "hero". Well, I can''t rely refute that fact either way can I? Tricia, our cleric was a cheeky and nosy, yet amicable girl who was sent by the church during my initial campaigns as well to support the vanguard, which was the hero''s party. She is our party''s mascot(well sorry for being a useless hero) and also our party''s mood maker. I guess her leaving was sort of my fault when she cracked a joke after our 17th defeat. But hey, she should not have said that I lacked foresight jokingly after that particular ambush even if it was true. Okay, so I was a bit oversensitive, but she could at least read the mood. Lastly is Yuri, my childhood friend and crush who was not only beautiful but also caring. She was our party''s DPS mage who can rain down merciless spells contrary to her angelic smile(which by the way seems even scarier to me). She had also strongly supported me through tough times, but i guess that will no longer happen. Hiro, you really are a useless hero aren''t you? You have saved no one and brought so many casualties to the human race, you''re better off dying. I cursed myself as I recalled every failure etched into my mind as if they were yesterday''s events. Maybe I am better off dead after all? ============================================================================ Vies Roctis ============================================================================ Spoiler : Sigh, this is too cruel. I muttered to myself in a daze while in the middle of a grand meeting between generals. "Sir, we should invade the western border of Krevis. The orcs and goblins would massacre those weak humans!" "My liege, we need more drake reinforcements against the Holy Kingdom of Valeria as we are getting pushed back!" "...attack" "...pillage" Sigh, I wonder why are demons so aggressive, can''t we seek a peaceful conclusion? Maybe I am the anomaly and not them. Vincent Lukevan III, the demon lord continues to ponder while twiddling around with his jet long hair whether he should order for a peace treaty. After long consideration while ignoring the rest of the generals present, Vincent stood up and said,"Should we not seek pe..." "My lord, the paladins from East Falkas are invading, we need reinforcements! What did you say again, sir?" "Nothing." Vincent mutter in a soft voice. He only inherited the position of demon lord through his father who terrorized the entire world. Despite others holding expectations of him being a merciless ruler, Vincent dislikes violence and meaningless wars. However, his constitution of extreme shyness and stage fright has prevented many of his arguments from even starting. Can I just leave this world? This was Vincent''s last thought. ============================================================================ Aris Luccia ============================================================================ Spoiler : "Priscilla, stand straight. Eat properly. Smile elegantly."the instructor madame once again nagged to her. It was yet another ball that she had to attend in a foreign country that she had to attend. There were many nobles and royal families attending and Priscilla is Xeniria''s second princess. She was dubbed as the "Dull and boorish princess" due to her utter dislike of engaging in graceful activities like singing and dancing, but rather fawning over sword duels and military drills. "There should be nothing wrong with liking thrills over frills," she muttered to herself displeased as if a silent protest. As if to interrupt her inner thoughts, the young heir of the Quentis family walked up to her and extended his hand out with a mocking grin on his face. "Princess Priscilla, may I have a dance?" he said out in a shrewd voice to make it obvious that he was making fun of her. Snickers can be heard around as the other nobles looked down on her. This can be well attributed to the known fact that Xeniria''s second princess has zero talent in dancing, but versed in the field of military footwork. Knowing that this was just a distasteful joke, she replied with a gracious smile yet unkind words. "Ohoho, I don''t mind. But shouldn''t Sir Neville pick someone his own size to dance with?" she said, whilst taking note of the other party''s height complex. Priscilla was rather tall for a girl as she was closing 180 centimetres, making her look rather imposing when on high heels. "You..." "Well then, please excuse me." Priscilla interrupted, as she made a hasty retreat after scoring a victory in an un-ladylike way. She then headed to the balcony where there was basically no one else but her so that she can finally have some peaceful respite from that frustrating party. She curled her brown hair as she looked faraway enviously. I do not wish to be a girl in the first place, she thought as she continued gazing away. ============================================================================ Gaia Parallel A ============================================================================ Spoiler : "Dang, I can''t study fer nuts!" Kevin violently scratches his head as he vented his frustration at the arithmetic textbook placed in his face. Born and raised in a normal family, going to a normal school, he was a rather normal person. It was only until that lucky moment in life where he got accepted into a rather prestigious private school where his fate was sealed. The school had a strict elitist view towards education and a normal kid like him ends up straggling behind despite all his efforts to study. Soon, he started to procrastinate and skip lessons while the rest of his classmates were still diligently mugging away(in his opinion). He truly regretted his cruel streak of luck that went downhill afterwards and continuously lamented about his torturous days of studying. "God, please save me from this torture."Kevin sighs as he continues to stare at the book till he burnt holes through it. Meanwhile, in an enclosed room in another part of the world lay Sammy. Or actually Samantha in long, but everyone would call her Sammy if they could even remember her. Sammy was after all a closet recluse who only indulge in fastasy games. People who known her regarded her as a NEET, for she stopped going to school since middle school after a major bullying incident. Sammy was after all quite pretty and the jealousy of girls can get pretty ugly too, especially after she got proposed to by a hot guy. After a month of social ostricisation and intense bullying, Sammy got fed up and just locked herself up in her room. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. After the culprits were apprehended, there were several attempts to rehabilitate her back into society. However, she refused to return as she found a new joy in playing games. More specifically fantasy MMORPGs that she could keep grinding and going on quests to meet people online rather than real people. After a year of being a recluse who shut herself away form the world, she grew tired of MMORPGs as she played many major titles, but her favorite one, Elekia The Uprising was shutting down due to a company acquisition which will incorporate many other things and ruin the novelty of the original game. This was a disappointment to her and many other fans as well. "Aaaaah, I want to live in a fantasy world," she said in boredom while rolling around her bed in her pajamas. On the other side of the spectrum, there lay Hise who was fascinated but nothing but the mysteries of the world, BL(Boys Love). Hise has a slender and small build that is similar to a girl being about a 160cm high. He also acts rather shyly, leading to many of his guy classmates either calling him a pansy or a girl, which neither was short of an insult. On the other hand, the girls stood up for him like he was one of their kind. This made him feel slightly awkward, to even be protected by girls. It was unknown to him when he actually started liking such a genre such as BL. Perhaps it was when his friend who was a fujoshi accidentally(who knows?) passed him a BL book instead of the action adventure novel he asked for. Maybe, that was when he ventured into the forbidden land. After it was known that he had such tastes, more girls(of a certain kind) approached him, while more guys shunned away from him. This led to him feeling more conflicted and he often does what he does at this moment during class. He would stare out the window wishing that he was someone else. ============================================================================ Gaia Parallel B ============================================================================ Spoiler : "Damn, this is not going as planned!" a young teenage girl who tied her hair up as a pony tail continued to runaway from a pursuit of hostile creatures. It feels kind of weird to call them enemies nor humans for they were no longer her classmates nor schoolmates that were chasing behind her. All that remained from this post apocalyptic world due to a zombie pandemic outbreak was basically her, a handful of survivors scattered across the world and a hell lot of them, zeds. Maya was running low on rations and had to go scavenging for food and water. She was presented with the choice of going to either the convenience store 2 streets down, the department store beside her school or the supermarket which was 3 streets away. She noted the risks of the department store and supermarket being possible infestation hot spots and decided on going to the convenience store. However once she left for the convenience store, she was not too sure as she had to lug all the resources back to her safe house in school which was barricaded with tables and accessed through a ladder. It might be better to go to the nearby department store as the convenience store may have already been scavenged by someone else. But since, the department store was so big it poses a large threat, so the supermarket would be a more optimal choice... This continued series of mental conflicts in the Maya conference in her brain was suddenly halted when she was interrupted with a friendly pat on the back. Oh right, she realised she was in the middle of the streets in front of school, so maybe that pat was not so friendly as she slowly turned around to see a decaying hand on her shoulder. "Kyyyyaaaaa..."Maya shrieked as she ran with the zombie chasing excitedly(imagination) like a dog chasing a bone tossed in the air. Of course, her perfectly pitched scream also gathered the attention of other people, or at least what was left of them causing her scavenging plan to go not that well right about now. Well that was how she was led to her current predicament as she barricaded herself inside an apartment that had its door open luckily. A further streak of luck existed that there were no zeds present in the apartment itself other than a mutilated corpse which she had to dispose of in case it started to move somehow. It was still terrifying how there were violent banging on the door as the zombies tried to maul their way in to get her, leaving Maya terrified in the corner of the room. She was lucky to find some dry biscuits in the apartment along with a small supply of fresh water, but now she was too afraid to leave as there may be threats around the corner. "Someone please save me...please take me away from here." she muttered while chewing on the dry biscuits as tears flowed from her eyes. ============================================================================ Zestirum A-1085 ============================================================================ Spoiler : It was the fifth inter-galactic war. A struggle between 4 powerhouses existed and all sides tried to form temporary alliances and betrayals to slowly outwit the other competitors for universal conquest. Many PMCs(private mercenary companies) were hired in the process to aid in skirmishes through out the endless space. This story revolves around Kookie who was part of the Lotas Mercenary Pte Ltd. Kookie is highly famous or rather infamous in her line as a saboteur to ally operations due to her god-like reactions in clumsiness. She could easily see the best outcome but be unable to achieve it due to her reaction which was far from what she imagined. A toss of a grenade to destroy a core location would fall short and rebound to allied forces. Somehow, she can hold a rifle backwards unnoticingly, press the trigger pin and fire without injuring herself nor enemies but allies instead and many other legends in her epic adventures through out the Zestirum galaxy. Today was yet another epic fa-adventure as she was the pilot of a Zukar scout ship which crashed into the ally mothership during close quarters combat with another mothership of an enemy force. The only reason why she was forgiven was as she also crashed into the enemy''s mothership and became a legend on how a single pilot scout ship managed to single handedly destroy 2 motherships(one allied and enemy omitted) in the midst of a galactic skirmish. She was one to be feared by all allies and enemies alike. Kookie took off her headgear and sighed dejectedly as she had always tried her best. "Kookie, you can do better next time!" she gave herself some minor encouragement as if to cheer herself up even though she know that it was a hopeless case. Her clumsiness was terminal and it was doctor certified. She then looked into the vastness of space and wondered if there is a place out there for her instead of here. ============================================================================ Astral Zone ============================================================================ "Wha?" "..." "Hey?" "Huh?" "...?" "Uuuaaa?" "Hmm?" "Fuuueee?" "Awawawa..." Eight voices resounded out as the eight people realised that they were no longer in there own worlds. In place they noticed themselves in this endless void with nothing but the eight, no, nine of them. There was this enigmatic presence that was before them but they could not discern who or what it was. "Hello there mortals, you are the eight lucky people whom I have drawn from many to give a chance at a new life. You don''t like your current lives? Then let us switch!" the enigmatic figure said in some funny mosaic voice, leaving everyone present dumbfounded. "Well I don''t take cancellations nor refunds at this point, so have fun?" And in a blink of a moment, eight people became eight very different people. Chapter notice + Characters/Place/World Sheet (Spoiler Alert) This page is more for my use as a writer to keep track on who goes where, which place has who and what events occurred, et cetera. Contains minor spoilers and discretion is advised before reading. Still undergoing development~ [Characters](Name)/[Worlds]>[Switch] 1.talentless hero(Hiro)/Astria>6 2.spineless demon lord(Vincent)/Vies Roctis>1 3.tomboy princess(Priscilla)/Aris Luccia>2 4.less bright delinquent(Kevin)/Gaia Parallel A>7 5.deluded fantasy gamer(Sammy)/Gaia Parallel A>4 6.indecisive apocalypse survivor(Maya)/Gaia Parallel B>5 7.clumsy mercenary(Kookie)/Zestirum A-1085>8 8.BL loving guy(Hise)/Gaia Parallel A>3 Astria Spoiler : >Hiro (hero) >Alan (guardian) >Yuki (childhood friend+ elementalist) >Tricia (cleric) >Voz Kurelbastia IV (?) .Koddenheim Kingdom .Villeris Empire .Church of The Three Gods(COTG) Vies Roctis Spoiler : >Vincent >Drakhorn, draconic general (Grandrake) >Wilburn, Undead Ruler (Arch Lich) >Kurenhart, Reptilian King (Naga Lord) >Lilia, Demonic Mistress (Succubus Queen) >Rise Garcia, Vampiric Duchess (True Ancestor Queen) >Ursager, demonic beast conquistador (Bear-tiger Beast King) >Clara, Demon Lord''s Maid (Cat Beastwoman?) .Luzenberg, The Capital of Demon Continent .Falkas, a kingdom from the Alliance to the West .Krevis, a small state of the Ankhallen Empire to the East Aris Luccia Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.Spoiler : >Priscilla, 1st princess of Xeniria >Brian >Raizen, 2nd prince of Novis >Luke >Erin >Tina .Xeniria, a knighthood kingdom which holds its prided Knights Academia of Xeniria(KAX) .Novis, neighboring kingdom where the ball in the prologue was held Gaia Parallel A Spoiler : >Samantha/Sammy >Sefina/Fina (Sammy''s adorable sister) >Kevin >Hise Gaia Parallel B Spoiler : >Maya >Rush .Zeds(zombies) Zestirum A-1085 Spoiler : >Kookie >Lana >Commander Bellin .Zestirian Coalition .Nazervlad Empire (Jellyfish Aliens) ============================================================================= Notice ============================================================================= Next chapter:1 Gaia Parallel A-1 23/12/2014(soon~) Chapter 1-Astria/A Hiro Reborn Chapter 1-Astria/A Hiro Reborn *Rattle**Rattle**Rattle*It was the scenery of an evening party filled with monsters. Various noble demonic races gathered upon this grand banquet hall, dressed in posh suits and colourful silk dresses as if it were a ball created just for humans. ¡°Cheers to our conquest! Cheers to our demon lord!¡± resounded across the hall as everyone made a toast to their recent victory over another kingdom¡¯s territory. The ambience of the banquet hall was a very joyous one, but even in such an occasion there was gloom. Standing at the corner of the room was a young lad with jet black long hair hanging up to his waist and obsidian eyes. He was dressed in a navy blue uniform with a violet cape slinging over his shoulders which gave off a regal appearance despite his young age. The melancholic appearance as seen from his drooping eyelids and subtle frown on his face along with his picturesque face and dressing was a real sight to see. The lad gave a sigh as the victory cheers continued for what he seeks was not glory, but peace instead. ¡°Vincent, I wish for you to remember this,¡± resounded a strong and husky voice that came from beside him. It was his father, Vilheim Lukevan II, the demon lord ruling over the entire demon continent. He looked at Vincent for a brief moment before returning his gaze towards the party while saying, ¡°You will inherit my place, and lead the armies not too long in the future. This is the duty that you should be prepared to be burdened with, for all the training and grooming was done solely for this. Remember that.¡± Vincent said nothing, but gave a slight nod to express confirmation. The party continued on but the rest was just a distant dream. ============================================================================= ¡°Hmm¡­.hmm¡± A figure was turning around in the bed of the dark room. Golden threads of sunlight peered through the holes of the blinds of the window, warmly embracing the sleeper whilst pestering him to wake up to a new day. ¡°Yaaaaaawn¡± the figure slowly arose from his warm bed as he opened his heavy eyes. The young teenage boy lazily looked around for a moment before realizing that he was at a foreign place. This brought his clouded mind into a full alert as he search around the room to find some clues on how he arrived here. A simple bed, small wooden desk with a burnt out oil lamp, a small cupboard and other lackluster objects that belonged to the room of a commoner surrounded him. Vincent who was well accustomed with the high end of society would not imagine his lifestyle changing from a posh and luxuriant environment to such a dull and boring one overnight. Noticing a basin of water placed on the ground, he reached for it to clean himself up as that seems like the only means of doing so to start a fresh new day. Despite being in such a pinch, the calm demon lord acts as per usual from his daily routine. However to his shock, what was reflected of the water surface was not the jet black prince he remembered himself to be, but rather another teenage guy with short dull brown hair. This led the composed demon lord to drop his jaw. Well no longer was he composed nor a demon lord, for now he was just a plain looking hero looking stupidly at himself through the reflection of a basin of water. ¡°What is going on? Hmm, this scene is rather intriguing as it is enigmatic.¡± Hiro said to himself. Giving further thought, Vincent searched the depths of his memories just to realize that he now shares the memories of himself and the boy whose body he resided in. Hiro, a young and plain boy blessed with good friends and a happy life, but no talent. His recent skirmish against the Overlord ended in failure once again for the 23rd time and now he has lost all his companions. Vincent could also clearly recall every event that occurred that led to such a depressing situation. He felt the pains and powerlessness of the boy as though he were the one in his shoes and suddenly had a vague recollection of yesterday¡¯s events. A void space with 7 other people of similar age but different styles and dressings, one of those who stood there was the body he was in currently. ¡°Hmm, so what happened then was not a dream¡­¡±Hiro muttered to himself in deep thought. ¡°So this was what he meant by switching our lives, that voice.¡± Well there is no point contemplating over overly complicated things, let me enjoy this new life the way I wish to. Guess even in a new body, the easy going yet peaceful demon lord remains as such. The demon lord now hosted in the body of the young hero slipped into a new set of clothes before opening the door of his room to start his grand new adventure. *Two hours later* ¡°This guy is pretty much hated, isn¡¯t he?¡± Hiro gave a silent complaint about himself as he continued to be the source of various stares, many containing hatred and disgust with occasional glances of pity. Ever since Hiro left his room, he has been given a less than expected hero¡¯s welcome, dreadfully and miserably less indeed. The inn owner gave him a despondent look and told him to quickly pay his bill which he had accumulated over the last 3 weeks, being one of the few supportive people of Hiro by giving him some encouragement in a not so obvious way. Of course, majority of the townsmen ignored his presence and kids would still throw stones at him, for he was a hero who could not save anyone. Hiro looked at his dull short sword hanging loosely from his waist, dusty blue cape over his shoulders and that rusted breastplate over his chest and gave another of his usual demon lord sighs. It seems he needed to start this guy¡¯s life from step one, fighting small monsters and gaining tiny bits of reputation to cancel off the negative views of the people. Considering the bad faction relations, he might as well consider himself at step -50 at the moment. To gain the trust of others, one must prove himself was what Vincent was taught as the heir to the throne of Luzenberg, capital of the demon continent. Therefore as Hiro, he quickly left the town and went to the outskirts to find some fresh prey to test his abilities. Even though Vincent had the memories of Hiro, he needed to test out whether the mana tether concentration in this world is similar to his own and whether he could use spells from his world as well. Vincent could tell that Hiro was a not so talented swordsman based on memory, but that could be simply adjusted through his drills on the sword style which he had used to practice which was renowned to be peerless. It was the Hero and God Slaying(HGS) sword style which was rumored to decimate countless gods and bring ruin to myriads of heroes and countries. It was ironic for a hero to be learning such notorious things, but was it not more of a joke of fate that the demon lord became a hero in the first place? While continuing the one man conversation with himself, Hiro noticed that he was finally not alone. He was surrounded. Gleaming red eyes shone from the forest depths and as the figures approached he noticed that it was a pack of seven wolves. Hiro then gave a grin as he composedly waved his hand as if gesturing the wolves to attack. The wolves began their assault regardless of the hand signal, indicating the start of Hiro¡¯s first new fight. Now then, how should I begin? Hiro thought to himself. (This is the transition phase to accustomize the characters in their new bodies, over time their new names are integrated into their thought processes to avoid further confusion) If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. A spark of brilliance entered his mind as Hiro drew his dull short sword and prepared his stance against the seven wolves. He patiently waited as he observed the wolves approached him at a swift pace. The wolves looked at the boy as if easy prey as it was seven on one and he does not seem to be well equipped either. Without a meal for three days, any wolf pack would rush upon such easy prey without much thought. Almost there¡­ within my killing range. Hiro¡¯s eyes then grew sharp as he swung his blade continuously to form 5 different arcs while gracefully walking past the rushing wolves as if going on an evening stroll. He then raised his hand to strike his missing jet black long bangs, before muttering out with a small smile of victory, ¡°Crimson Quintet Arc¡±. The very next moment, the seven wolves behind his back bloomed as if a bouquet of red roses, leaving behinds a red mass of blood and entrails. Hiro felt very satisfied with the HGS sword style being perfectly performed in this body, and remembered the countless days his former soulmate had spent to refine his sword skills. Sadly, without a proper sword style even with hard work, it does not reward itself. Ever sadder, Hiro remembered the single flaw that he could not wave his once present bangs while executing his move, losing some elegance points in his mind. That did not came out so well, he thought as he wanted to go search for more poor enemies to test his skills on. Gruuuuuuuuughhhh, Oops. A loud sound rang out from Hiro¡¯s stomach as he realized in embarrassment. Hiro had no eaten anything since the start of the day and it seems that he had gotten hungry. Looking back at the seven corpses, Hiro then sighed. He began to take out his firestarting kit and gather some wood before setting up a fire to cook up some lunch. Using the flint stone and his previous tenants memories of kindling a fire, the once spoiled demon lord who had dishes served to him by maids made his very first meal, roasted wolf meat. He also remembered some survival skills and began to smoke some of the extra wolf meat and adding some salt to make some dry rations before continuing his journey. While leaving the meat undergoing smoking alone, Hiro went to practice on more foes not too far away to acclimatize himself with his new body until night fell. Hiro then returned back to his campsite and began pitching his tent cover based on his memories, before settling in for the night. Hiro then lay down while facing the night sky as he stared at the glittering sky. This life is all not too bad so far, but I wonder if the others back home are okay without me. Well considering the fact that someone else has taken my place, I am sure they can do a better job than me as I am nothing but a peace loving idiot. Hiro then slowly reached his hand out into the sky as he wondered which among those faraway stars is where he used to belong. ============================================================================= Over the course of the next few days, Hiro ventured further into the outskirts and traversed from the plains close to the town into the dense jungle which was known for various strong monsters. Hiro also began practicing mana spells not only from this world, but also that from his own as he realized that the concept of magic in both worlds remained the same. Hiro also recounted the times where he was formerly a demon lord and had to face a few groups of heroes. Some of them had unique chanting sequences which he believed as a hero, it was a prerequisite for him to learn. ¡°Oh the darkness in thine hand, unleash upon the dark flames in this world and relinquish the evil demon lord, Brummingheidr!¡± was one of such an example Hiro remembered. So let me see, copying the stock phrase, relinquish the evil person and skill name, this should be easy. Hiro said confidently as he approached a group of orcs. The orcs realized his presence and being the savages they are, took up their clubs and stone spears and started charging at Hiro. Hiro was prepared for these orcs as he has faced tigers, spiders, kobolds and many other residents in these jungle and a small group of orcs would just be another addition to his killing list. Hiro stretched out his hand and said out monotonously,¡±Oh darkness in thine hand, unleash upon the dark flames in this world and relinquish the evil orcs¡­..hmm wait a minute, something is not right.¡± Hiro¡¯s stretched hand was then raised to show a stop sign as he muttered ¡°Quel Vie Da Avista, Orbius.¡± (Lock them in time, Orbius) And the land containing the approaching orcs was then frozen as all life ceased to move. The previous chant was one native to his previous homeland when he still reigned as the demon lord. Hmm, that did not sound right. Hiro scratched his chin as he slowly recalled how the other heroes did it. Hiro then realized he made two mistakes after some thought. He could not just wholesale copy that stock phrase and say it like a sentence, but he had to say it out with pride and confidence and also enforce his idea of peace in it. Thus, he came up with his newly improvised phrase. ¡°Oh the darkness in thine hand, in the name of peace unleash upon the dark flames in this world and relinquish the evil orcs, fire storm!¡± he said out in a loud and confident tone as flaming rocks were about to land on the orcs in front of him. However due to Orbius, the rocks floated in mid air above the orcs at the radius of the field where time has been frozen. ¡°Oops, my bad¡­.Fien Via, Orbius!¡±(Release them, Orbius)Hiro then said as the time field closed and the orcs had a splt of a second to move before the the rocks landed on them, leaving behind nothing but craters. The sorry sight of the pitiful orcs meant nothing to Hiro as he believed this was for the peace of the world and he was only cowardly when it came to menacing debates which his introverted self hate so much. ¡°Well then, I should go and practice more¡± Hiro said with a smile as he ventured deeper into the jungle, not knowing it is the home of one of the world¡¯s titans. ============================================================================= Well this concludes Chapter 1-Astria, so what will happen to Hiro in the future? Who is that titan laying in the depths of the jungle? Will he stop his indiscriminate slaughter of pitiful things? Find out next time on Chapter 2-Astria! On the side note, what would happen to Vincent¡¯s body as he is messing around in another world? This is what we shall find out next. Tehe! ¡°God, stop fooling around and do your job!¡± a young girl shouted out at the space. She had blonde hair drooping down her shoulders with beautiful white wings sprouting out of her back and was dressed in a cute white sleeveless one piece dress which one would immediately scream out angel without a doubt. ¡°And who is that you are talking to!¡± ¡°Nobody, nothing really. Sigh, okay so we need to finish these documents huh¡± the voice said as if referring to the sky high pile of documents which one read out. ¡®Rain Oblivion on XXX in 523 years, confirm? Y/N¡¯ Sigh, my job is so boring¡­I want to go out and play. ¡°Just keep quiet and do your job! And who do you keep talking to!?¡± the nagging continues from the sweet looking angel in the endless void. Chapter 1-Vies Roctis/Our demon lord can鈥檛 be this persistent!? Part A Chapter 1- Vies Roctis/ Our demon lord can¡¯t be this persistent!? (Doesn¡¯t take much to tell where this was ever ripped from) Silence filled the meeting room. The mood was rather grim as it was shocking as every of the five members present could not swallow down the scene that occurred just about an hour ago during the discussions. Donning a ferocious blood red armor filled with demonic carvings at every inch was the Draconic General, Drakhorn. Serving the demon lord for over three generation¡¯s since the current ruler, Vincent¡¯s grandfather. Drakhorn was known to be the oldest and wisest general among them all. His amethyst dyed scales with tints of crimson markings all over his six meter high body and fierce and menacing look from his aged face which showed no sign of weakness, just decades if not centuries of experience. This prideful general is now sighing along with the other four remaining generals in the room. Kurenhart the Reptilian King, Wilburn the Ruler of the Undead, Tetralogmnen the Overseer of Heteromorphs and lastly Fhuren the Queen of Fairies. There are a total of eleven generals directly under the command of the demon lord, Vincent, and here lay half of them speechless at the rash actions of their lord and the decisions that were made at today¡¯s conference. ============================================================================= From the logs of Clara, the maid serving the demon lord Vincent: Shortly after Master Vincent awoke, he questioned who I was. That was weird considering I have been the only personal maid to my lord for the past three years. Perhaps, did he fall down somewhere and lose his memories like an amnesiac? Master Vincent then became very cautious of his surrounding and even came to question my motive for being in his room. Well, I am his maid so I described myself as such and told him it was time to wake him up and prepare for the meeting before he asked me an even more ridiculous question. Who is this Vincent you are calling? It seems we need to call over a demon doctor as our young demon lord has already the early stages of dementia. After temporarily excusing myself to find and bring the demon doctor specializing in hypnotism over, the both of us now returned to Master Vincent¡¯s room to find a greater shock. Master Vincent, he, was staring at the mirror while feeling himself up with a feverish look on his face. He seemed to be muttering something along the lines of, ¡°Oh Vincent, you¡¯re body is soooooooo hot, like totally my type. I am totally going to have fun with it from now on.¡± This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. I am at a loss for words, while the specialist had a priceless expression on his face. The specialist regained his composure after a moment and took a step back and turned away. He told me that I should find another specialist to handle this as he does not handle loony people apparently. Looking at the clock on the Belfry through Master Vincent¡¯s window it is 5 minutes to 10 which was the meeting time. It seems that finding a specialist to solve the problem will have to be delayed till after lunch as the conference between demon generals is of utmost importance. Cautiously, I approached my lord to informing him of his duties. Suddenly he raised his hands up, causing me to close my eyes on reflex as I thought he was going to hit me. Well, the hit did not come and after a short three seconds, I opened my eyes to see my lord in front of me staring at me dumbly. He then sighed and ordered me to change his clothes for him. What, I have never ever been given such a wonderful unreasonable order by my lord before. As I slowly unclothed him to see his natural beauty, I was very surprised. I would not imagine such tight muscles, such a wide chest and those thick arms would be hidden underneath my lord¡¯s clothes. Oh my, those biceps, *words covered under blood*-packs and that V! Ehe*words covered under blood*ehe, *words covered under blood* will ask me to undress him in the future. Well after that, I guided him to the meeting hall where the eleven generals were present. The meeting began as I left the room after escorting my lord to his seat. I can''t wait to do this again tomorrow, or will it be tonight!? Doki doki! Your Graciously, Clara P.S. Thanks for the meal! ============================================================================= Chapter 1-Vies Roctis/Our demon lord can鈥檛 be this persistent!? Part B Chapter 1-Vies Roctis/Our demon lord can¡¯t be this persistent!? *Priscilla¡¯s perspective* It was in the middle of a cold winter. A young girl sat on her father¡¯s lap as they were both near a warm fireplace. The young girl had light brown hair resembling that of her father¡¯s and it was neatly tied into a pony tail with a cute pink ribbon. The young girl¡¯s father was telling her a story, one of a hero, a princess and a demon lord. The father could feel his throat go dry whilst reciting the story from the book due to the cold dry air of winter. However, he kept telling on. The adorable girl kept her eyes peeled on the book despite not understanding a word as she swayed from left to right as the story was being told. The irresistible temptation to read on in order to not disappoint his daughter was what kept Arnold IV Xeniria Eizenkraft motivated to read page after page, despite the countless assaults of sleepiness and thirst in this cold and dry winter night. This was a tale where the hero ventured through forests, mountains, seas and finally arriving at the demon king¡¯s castle. The hero gathered a handful of trustworthy companions along the way as he helped many villages from the demon army¡¯s invasion. ¡°The hero and his party approached the demon lord and the hero shouted valiantly, ¡°Release the princess at once!¡± But the demon king declined with a resolute look in his eyes. The battle of the hero and his party against the demon lord began. The clash that was thought to have been ongoing for 3 day and 3 nights was just a mere hour¡¯s worth of crossing swords and magic. Several of the hero¡¯s comrades were severely injured and three of them even passed away. The reward, on the other hand, was the corpse of the once thought immortal demon king and the rescued princess. The hero brought the princess back to the king and they both got married and lived happily ever after.¡± The father then gently closed the book that reached its epilogue. He gave a sigh of relief as he could finally have some water and rest, but he noticed his young daughter pouting dissatisfiedly while staring at the book. Afraid that his daughter might want to start a reading marathon, the King Arnold said worryingly, ¡°My daughter, why are you so upset? If it is more books, we could always read another tomorrow night? It is already late and you should get some rest for tomorrow.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t get it.¡± ¡°W-what?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t get it. Why did the hero fight so cowardly against the demon king? Fighting with over fifty people just against one person, can you even call that honorable much less heroic?¡± (If you can¡¯t relate watch the second half or even the whole of this for kick¡¯s sake https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g458RvdtBbo , one day I will put that awesome petrification spell in here, one day) The princess continued to bombard such questions as she kept complaining about the hero. Her father was the ruler of Xeniria which was known for her corps of dragon knights and paladins who are bound to an oath of honor. He could understand her sentiments somewhat. However, King Arnold felt kind of sad his daughter was maturing faster than he had expected and stopped dreaming of princes and heroes, but rather criticize their underhanded actions which he too would disapprove if possible. ¡°Even the demon king himself, was he not lonely staying on the throne by himself? Maybe he just wanted the princess to keep him company as everyone else was afraid of him.¡± The princess continued to spin more and more conspiracy theories contrary to what the popular book that was written by a respectable tale weaver said which may bring frowns to many children and adults faces. Most of it glorified the demon king and justifying reasons for strategic moves such as kidnapping the princess and what not, others included denouncing the heroes for atrocious actions like going into people¡¯s houses to take items that do not belong to them and claiming rewards even though heroes should work for no reward. ¡°My dear, the night has grown old. And if you do not go to sleep soon, the boogeyman will come after you.¡± King Arnold gently chided his child to sleep by giving out threats other parents would do to persuade their children to go to bed. Priscilla knew her father was tired and that the boogeyman did not exist, or she would probably kick his as* even if he did. Being her father¡¯s cute girl, Priscilla lightly jumped off her father¡¯s lap, turned around and gave a curtsy while bowing. ¡°Then Priscilla will make a strategic retreat to bed now, father. Please excuse me,¡± she said out in a respectable tone before leaving for her bedroom to get a good night¡¯s rest. That was long ago while Priscilla was still a young and adolescent girl. It was long before she grew up to a comparable height to men. ============================================================================= ¡°Mmmm¡­.mmmmmmmmm!!!!¡± Vincent slowly rose up from his bed as he stretched his hand upwards after a long night¡¯s nap. The golden sunlight rushed in from his window pane pass the daylight curtains, bathing him in a warm glow that was complimenting his jet black hair and violet sleeping gown. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he slowly got off his king sized bed that was draped with a luxurious red velvet blanket and covered with a blue silk canopy. It was at that moment he heard knocks from the door. Thud. Thud. Thud. ¡°Master Vincent, it is morning already. The meeting is going to be held at 10, so you should get ready. May I come in?¡± a cheerful voice resounded behind the door after a series of knocks. Priscilla was confused at this point. Her head was completely driven awake by the voice who spoke of a stranger who she was not familiar with. She then realized that this was not her room at all. She then grimaced at the thought that she slept with another man despite being the princess of an honorable knight kingdom. Am I a sl*t!? she then thought to herself in shock, but after some time decided that a person like her would not commit such an atrocity such as adultery. Then someone must have drugged me and dishonored me, I will find him and stab him to death! She gave a firm resolution with a deadly gleam in her eyes. (well, technically his eyes but for stylistic sake) The door suddenly opened, and in came a maid dressed in a usual maid uniform with an apron and white frills. The surprising thing about this maid was that she had cat ears on top of her head and a tail that has been split into 2 sides. ¡°Whaaa-! Who are you? Name yourself at once!¡± Vincent shouted out in a cautious tone as his eyes swam from left to right in search of a weapon in case it might turn into a battle. Deep inside Priscilla was probably panicking left and right over this situation despite her (his) outward composed looks. The maid look at Vincent dumbfounded. But as expected of a trained professional, she momentarily returned to a calm state and introduced herself, ¡°This is your humble servant and personal maid Clara, my lord.¡± My lord? What is this harlot saying? I am a refined lady! Okay maybe not so refined, but to address thyself as a man, is she high on drugs or something? Priscilla now felt slightly insulted as she had a complex of her height and boyish behavior of liking swords rather than roses. Well, let me analyze my current situation first before pointing fingers anywhere. Priscilla was a meticulous thinker and organized planner in this sense, objectives overruled her emotional outbursts. ¡°Okay, I generally have understood whatever is transpiring. So, who is this Vincent you are calling?¡± Vincent said out in a calm yet confident tone as if he was in control of the situation. There was another brief moment of silence. The maid Clara just stared at Vincent as if looking at an idiot. After a short moment, she massaged her temples and turned around while saying, ¡°My lord, give me a moment. I will bring over a doctor to see what is wrong.¡± And she left the room with utmost haste yet gracefully. What was that about? Priscilla wondered. Well now I have bought time to confirm the situation and perhaps plot my escape. Hmm, there seems to be nothing long nor sharp enough to act as a saber or lance in this room. She browsed across the room before noticing a beautiful ornate mirror embedded with the finest rubies and sapphires in the world. Oh my, this guy must be loaded to own such a fanciful item. Not to mention, the bed has such wonderful style and is so soft to the touch. Priscilla got carried away as she began to access this man Vincent¡¯s worth. Realizing that she sidetracked from her original goal, she decided to make a swift escape from the room. Just before leaving, she drew an envious glance towards the mirror. Well it would not harm to use the mirror once or twice, not like the guy who owns it loses anything, she convinced herself otherwise. It was only in these rare moments where emotions rules over reason. Expecting to see her usual self, Priscilla was in for a rude surprise. What lay before her was nothing short of a fine gentleman. He maybe be only dressed in a violet silk sleeping gown, but his jet black long hair which draped down to his waist complimented his clothing and even releases an aura of majesty despite being simply dressed. Vincent continued to lay eyes on his delicate facial features. Eyes with pupils of obsidian which shone of the deep night, a perfectly arched nose, red luscious lips and those visibly long curled eyelashes. Most of all, the orientation which these feature were placed were nothing short of perfection along with his clear white skin which was without a flaw. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. Priscilla then recalled the events that occurred in the void and how it had something to do with switching. Was this what it meant, that this body is mine!? Priscilla began to admire at her new self as drool can visibly be seen leaking from the side of her (his) mouth. ¡°Oh Vincent, you¡¯re body is soooooooo hot, like totally my type. I am totally going to have fun with it from now on,¡± Vincent said to himself in a teasing tone. (To tsukkomi, have fun with what?) Clang. A piece of metal fell from behind which alerted Vincent. Vincent then made a swift turn due to being surprised after being distracted by himself. He then saw the maid Clara and presumably the doctor who is of a heteromorphic race consisting of a combination of a giant pill bug and a man. ¡°I am very sorry Miss Clara, as much as I would like to help my lord; I cannot help those out of my scope. I believed you called me here because he lost his memories, but he may have lost his sanity before that. I would suggest calling Ryvern who governs brain restructuring rather than my humble self who can only do hypnosis.¡± The pill bug-man said before quickly making a turn and leaving as if he saw nothing strange occurring. The maid was shocked once again for a moment, but then she looked outside the window and nodded as if confirming something. Vincent turned to face the window and realized a clock on the belfry which was about 5 minutes to 10. Priscilla vaguely recalled the maid mentioning earlier that there was some sort of meeting at 10 and he had to get ready for it. The maid then took three steps forward and gave a slight bow angled at 45 degrees while saying respectfully, ¡°Master Vincent, it is almost time for the meeting. Please get dressed with these.¡± The maid Clara began to take out a blue cape, a black uniform that was gilded with gold and lastly a shiny black pair of boots that looks like it has been polished just yesterday. Thinking it was her cue, Priscilla raised her hands just like back at home to let the maids change for her. The maid in front of her acted otherwise, shrinking away with her hands above her head as if Vincent was doing domestic abuse on her. Vincent then stared stupidly at the maid until she opened her eyes and said to her in a cold voice, ¡°Hurry up and change me already.¡± The cat maid Clara who heard his words was surprised in a different way, evident from her cat ears being raised as well as her two tails being stiffened straight. Clara¡¯s face then flushed fully red as she nodded to oblige and began stripping Vincent. Throughout the process of changing Vincent Clara may seem composed at times, but she was clearly drooling over his body figure. This led to Priscilla who realized so to consider doing an inspection of her very own new body later, very thoroughly. Clara then guided Vincent to the meeting room once he has been fully dressed. The meeting room held a rather tense atmosphere as eleven imposing presences lay before Vincent. Despite Priscilla seeing them for the first time, a sense of familiarity has been developed as she slowly recalled the memories of the body¡¯s previous host, Vincent Lukevan III. From the left to right, Tetralogmnen the Overseer of Heteromorphs, Ursager the Demoic Beast Conquistador, Kurenhart the Reptilian King, Ophelia the Witch of Eternity, Drakhorn the Draconic General, Wilburn the Ruler of the Undead, Fhuren the Queen of Fairies, Rise Garcia the Vampiric Duchess, Lilia the Demonic Mistress, Asczentine the Wraith Overlord and lastly, Lucifei the Fallen Monarch. There was also the twelfth general Zebub the Prince of Decay, but since he is constantly posted to hold the fort against the Southern Blight, he is acknowledged but never present. The discussions headed in a direction that was familiar in Vincent¡¯s memories and he could cope with various subjects. However as Priscilla started to recall these memories, she realized Vincent basically was a puppet master. This was not because his generals were plotting to overthrow him, but he lacks the audacity and the mettle of a true leader. He lacked the courage to make important decisions despite knowing the best tactics and whatnot. This issue has already been noticed by his generals but some remained silent for their convenience, while others to protect the honor of their lord. How dare you push such a hot guy around in front of me? More like how dare you push me around!? Priscilla thought to herself before she analyzed Vincent¡¯s plans on the strategies he planned for the demon army. Priscilla has scanned through her memory and reviewed Vincent¡¯s plans to know that it is indeed the most optimal choices based on her experience as an apprentice of the master tactician back in her home country. She then started an outright crossfire with the generals present, rebutting many of their ideas on the spot. ¡°This is wrong¡­the cavalry formation should be placed at forefront in this battle as we have high ground advantage!¡± ¡°We do not need so much reinforcement on the Eastern border as we have plenty of infantry¡­.need to shift more over to Southern border to tackle the invading chaos blight army!¡± ¡°Drake reinforcements should be delayed as they have suffered casualties and need more time to recover¡­.to prevent further unnecessary loss of troops¡± ¡°Dadeeeedadeeeeda¡­¡± ¡°Hoooohoooohooo¡­.¡± Vincent¡¯s mouth began to pour out words like a fountain giving the generals no rooms to rebut. Most of the general¡¯s themselves were pleasantly surprised that their lord had finally become so proactive toward strategic discussions. However, not all generals felt the same. Ursager was one who openly expressed his disapproval despite the plan sounding smooth. Being a four meter tall bear-tiger hybrid, he leads the demonic beastmans in conquest of the Western lands of Krevis in the East. Being one of the more aggressive generals who seeking to conquer the world for demon kind, he cannot just ignore the reduction in reinforcements for the invasion to the East. Ursager viciously argued with Vincent over the issue for over 3 hours. But with solid reasoning and a more task oriented plan of defense over than offensive maneuvers, Ursager¡¯s arguments were put down. Ursager did not hold much respect for the demon lord in the first place as he rarely contributed to discussions, but he would not turn a blind eye to interferences in his accomplishments as a demon general. Unable to contain his anger, Ursager challenged Vincent in a prideful yet aggressive tone, ¡°If you wish to stop me from sending more armies to the East, battle it out with me and we shall see who is more fit to plan strategies and order troops!¡± Some of the generals were shocked and against the idea, some were for it for they detested how arrogant this newly anointed demon lord was acting and the last few just did not care. Since it was Vincent to give the call toward Ursager¡¯s poor taunt, most would expect the wise demon lord to refuse such a pointless child fight. However to their surprise, Vincent gave a resolute and unwavering smile and said, ¡°Why not? Lets have our little duel one week from now after all the issues have been solved.¡± ¡°My lord¡­¡±Drakhorn wanted to interject to stop such a situation as Ursager was one of the demon army¡¯s strongest general¡¯s who physical strength was second to only Drakhorn himself. ¡°Silence, Drakhorn. Some fights should not be avoided to prevent even more conflicts from occurring.¡± Vincent said simply, putting the eldest general to silence. Vincent has already decided that this was the best choice available to see the ending his previous host would have liked to have seen. ============================================================================= Hello again, this is the end of Chapter 1-Vies Roctis~! Vincent shall challenge the big Ursager in the next chapter but how shall he fare against the demon army¡¯s second strongest fighter? Wait and find out more! On a side note, next time we shall be looking into Priscilla¡¯s life as the princess of Xeniria. Who shall replace this tomboy princess and how will she fare in the middle of the ball? *Whack*A whip of shining silver light lashes over to the empty space, the wielder is none other than the blonde angel in a white sleeveless dress. *Whack**Whack**Whack* ¡°Stop that Rise-chan. Even if I am omnipotent, it still hurts!¡± ¡°Ohhhhh,what hurts?¡± ¡°My feelings, tehe~!¡± *Whack**Whack**Whack*Anyways, see you next*Whack* time, ouch! *Whack* ¡°Seriously, who do you keep talking to!?¡± *Whack* Chapter 1-Aris Luccia/The White Dancing Fairy Sword Princess in the Moonlight Chapter 1-Aris Luccia/The White Dancing Fairy Sword Princess in the Moonlight A young boy remains a float in the midst of an empty space. He kind of remembers what transpired basically seconds if not minutes ago. It was inside an endless void with seven other visible people, each of them seem clueless of their present situation. And that anime-like voice that said something of about detesting life and switching. After that everything went a blur, in he came here to this eternal horizon of blankness. *Swoooosh*Hise could feel something has begun to move as he sees images surfacing around him out of nowhere. What lies in these pictures are a distant memory that of a young girl called Priscilla of how she was born, raised as an adorably cute girl, how she matured and grew to be a fine young lady. ¡°So these are her memories,¡± Hise remembers vaguely from that confrontation with that voice, a young and upright lady dressed in a iridescent white dancing gown with long flow brown silky hair that reach to her waist. Many memories of this girl Priscilla began to flow into Hise as if they were his own, happy times, sad times, frustration, pity, envy and also hope. These memories started to converge, leading to a bright yellow glow to wraps around Hise as he dives into the unknown. ============================================================================= ¡°Aaa¡­.aah!¡± Priscilla muttered out at the castle balcony as she seemed to awake from a short daze. Looking at her (his) slender arms and the familiar scenery that was peeked from a memory of the girl before, Hise could tell that he was now in possession of the body of the princess called Priscilla. Even her pristine white gloves which matched her fair skin as well as iridescent white gown embellished with small gems of every color was similar to what he saw in that void. ¡°Is this what was meant by a switch? Wh¡­.what do I do now?¡± Priscilla mumbled to herself in a soft anxious tone. Hise is genuinely scared. He knew nothing of this girl Priscilla other than from he gathered from her memories and he was suddenly forced into the role of another person. To make it worse, it had to be a pretty princess who had many dutiful obligations, noble hobbies such as sword fighting and trained in the finest etiquette. Hise had no confidence that someone like him would be able to continue out Priscilla¡¯s life and started to panic because there was no one to guide him along. At least, that was what he thought a moment ago. A warm feeling entered his back as if there was another person placing his hand against it. That warm clasp was familiar. It was her, the Priscilla in his memories that was beckoning him silently to move on while giving him the courage to do so. Priscilla then looked down the balcony which was about two stories high. Normally, Hise would be too scared to even dare to try putting a leg off the ledge. However, with this reassuring warmth he felt he could do the impossible. Thus, Hise took a leap of faith. It was a splendid double somersault, followed by a crouched landing as the princess in white perfectly executed a jump off the second storey of the Royal Palace of Novis. It was a pity that there were no enthralled spectators nor any vigorous applause for such a performance. Nonetheless, Priscilla gave her usual curtsy as if the world was watching her up on stage. Priscilla then began to walk towards the fountain at the palace¡¯s courtyard as she felt that she could enjoy the view and silence of the empty courtyard while the ball is still ongoing. As she walked pass the hedges filled with roses to the center of the courtyard, she noticed there was a bench. The bench was not particularly special as there are more intricately designed ones back in the castle of her home, but there was a special object lying on the bench with no owner present. It was a rapier. A strong sense of nostalgia assaulted Hise as he felt an irresistible temptation to hold that sword despite the sword not being his. Priscilla then picked up the rapier naturally and slowly unsheathed the sword. ¡°Fumu¡­this is a good sword,¡± Priscilla said to herself with a nod. The blade is polished, the edge is properly sharpened and if not for the scratches off the surface indicating years of usage, one would have thought it was a new rapier or just one for display. Hise was unsure if he should be using another person¡¯s belongings, even more so since he was now in the body of a princess. However, his feelings urged him otherwise and remembering that this princess was one that care more about sword practices than her image, he followed his instinct and begin swinging the rapier gracefully. *Swish**Swoosh*The rapier flayed back and forth as Priscilla swung her arms. A back step and then a turn, followed by a thrust of the rapier. Everything came naturally to Hise as if he had practiced such movements countless times. The princess began dancing with the rapier in her hand as she thrusted and pierced with a rhythm to her movements. Hise slowly recalls a pop song that was once sung back in his world. He then tried to incorporate it into the dance of the white moonlit princess as she swung her body and sword gently yet with precision from place to place as if engaging in a real battle. Priscilla slowly opens her red luscious lips and a melodious tune was then sung. I don¡¯t wanna hide myself,/(Thrusts rapier with a step forward) Then stop hiding yourself./(Retracts rapier with a back step) I just wanna be myself,/(Extend empty hand) Just be yourself./(Places hand to chest) I shall dance a song of freedom,/(turns 180 degrees while swinging rapier) With all my heart right now./(raises rapier upward) With a smile,/(swing rapier to the right with a slight turn to the right with a smile) With all hope,/(swing free hand to the left with turning left slightly) Just for you./(a slight tilt of the head and a wink) In this warm moonlight I shall sing,/(turns 1 full round with arms open) Without a care for the world./(place arms back down while lifting up face) Just to be myself,/(thrusts rapier while doing a half turn) To stay true forever./(lowers rapier down and raising empty hand forward while retracting foot back) For one, I shall hold myself with pride,/(raises one finger while retracting hand to face and winking) And never lie nor regret my acts./(swings rapier to right as if blocking an attack) For two, I will treasure all,/(raises another finger while lowering arm to waist and retracting rapier back) Who mean a lot to me./(thrusts rapier forward to perform a riposte) For three, I shall do my best,/(raise another finger while raising arm to the left+ swing rapier to the right) To not bend to the will of challenges/(does a small leap, and take two steps forward) Even if it seems impossible at first sight./(takes a full spin while lowering arms) My heart remains aflutter to this tune now,/(retracts both arms to chest) And I shall summon my courage./(holds out both hands) I shall dance a song of freedom,/(turns 180 degrees while swinging rapier) With all my heart right now./(raises rapier upward) With a smile,/(swing rapier to the right with a slight turn to the right with a smile) With all hope,/(swing free hand to the left with turning left slightly) Just for you./(a slight tilt of the head and a wink) In this warm moonlight I shall sing,/(turns 1 full round with arms open) Without a care for the world./(place arms back down while lifting up face) Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.Just to be myself,/(thrusts rapier while doing a half turn) To stay true forever./(lowers rapier down and raising empty hand forward while retracting foot back) Ooooohhh¡­ooohhhhh¡­..oooohhhhhh¡­..ooooohhhhhh (Just keep spinning with hands behind) (I should stop ripping off the song tune and part of the lyrics about now¡­.ahahahaha, well the other half is like totally incongruent with the song lyrics anyway) ¡°Huff¡­.huff, that was really more than I could manage. To sing while dancing with a sword, heh.¡± Priscilla said with satisfaction to herself with a huge grin on her face despite panting heavily. Priscilla then did a half turn and gave a bow while raising the hems of her gown as if calling for an applause even though she knew there was no one there to do so. ClapClapClap¡­.a resounding applause echoed through the empty courtyard. Despite it only coming from a single person, it seemed strong enough to overwhelm the melody of humming bugs in nature in this peaceful moonlit night. Priscilla was slightly shocked for a moment, with a tinge of red over her face upon discovering that she was seen. She then turn and faced the source of the applause with a slight frown as if she was interrupted from something good. What lay before Priscilla¡¯s sight was a young man that of similar age to her, he was wearing a crimson red suit with golden embellishments on top of it. The suit matched his vermillion red hair that seemed disheveled at first glance, but was actually artistically groomed after a closer inspection. It was Raizen Attilas Novis, the second prince of the Novis Kingdom of Valor. He was also the son of the king who invited the other nobles and royals to this three day long dancing ball. ¡°That was a marvelous performance, my lady. May I have your name?¡± Raizen asked courteously. Priscilla bore a distasteful feeling in her heart as she replied with a slightly annoyed tone,¡± Priscilla of Xeniria, my dear prince. So what has brought you to this remote courtyard, shouldn''t you be entertaining the guests?¡± Despite her speech being awfully polite, there was a hint of the displeasure of his obtrusion to her peaceful time alone. Raizen could sense the displeasure and raised his shoulders while giving a sigh in a resigned manner. He then slowly raised his hand while pointing at the rapier and said, ¡°My dear princess, all this humble prince has come here to do was to reclaim his rapier which he had forgot to keep away before the party began. When he arrived, he saw a fairy dancing in the moonlight with his dear sword and she started singing this wonderful song.¡± Priscilla realized from his speech that he was the owner of the sword. She also knew that she should not be holding to another person¡¯s belongings without permission and reluctantly raised her hand with the rapier to return it to Raizen. Raizen saw the slightly pouting princess and gave a light chuckle while saying, ¡°There is no hurry in returning me my sword as I would never be allowed to use it during the course of the party. Furthermore, I believe this rapier suits this dancing fairy before me much more than myself. Would you care to show me another song?¡± ¡°Huh, w-who are you kidding?¡± Priscilla replied in stuttering words as she thrust the sword onto Raizen¡¯s hands while making a swift turn and leaving the courtyard. A faint tinge of red can be seen from her ears despite the dark night. All that remained in the courtyard was a mildly surprised Raizen. ¡°Princess Priscilla of Xeniria, huh.¡± A lone voice resounded in the darkness only illuminated by the dim moonlight. ============================================================================= The next few days of the ball were all uneventful as Priscilla decided to not interact with anyone and stayed in her room most of the time. Soon it was time to depart from the Novis Kingdom to go back home. Priscilla could only sigh in relief as she could finally return home and resume her brazen acts of sword practice. She was finally liberated from the troublesome niceties that a royal has to perform and felt as if the shackles restricting her body have vanished. While she was enjoying herself in her fantasy, there seemed to be a loud commotion going on from outside the carriage that was about to depart. Priscilla who was curious who was the source of this attention noticed a red haired prince standing at the window of her carriage. It was Raizen. ¡°We shall meet again soon, my fairy.¡±He said in a teasing manner while glaring at Priscilla with the eyes of a predator. Screams of surprise and horror could be seen from the other ladies¡¯ and princesses¡¯ face, for Raizen who was a charming prince actually said such words to the brute princess. Raizen Attilas Novis was a man whose beauty could only be rivaled by few that can be counted on a single hand. He has won the favor of many women, all seeking to be engaged with him. However, this is the first time Raizen has ever actively sought out someone from the opposite gender. Priscilla was baffled at his actions, but it was only seen for a moment as the carriage started to move. It looks like her life is just going to get more troublesome from now on. ============================================================================= Ohoho is it me, or is things getting hot around here? Priscilla¡¯s life is about to take a huge turn from now on. So what did Raizen meant by those words? You can only find out in Chapter 2-Aris Luccia! Next up would be the first of our friends from Gaia Parallel A, Sammy as she deals with her NEET lifestyle reborn! Seriously, is it me or is something burning? ¡°It is just you.¡± The charming angel Liselotte mutters out as she turns a knob. It seems to be connected to a large oven with nothing inside. On a closer look, it was not that nothing was inside, but rather normal people cannot see what was inside. ¡°Rise-chan, your burning me! It is hot! Think of the penguins suffering from global warming!¡± ¡°That has nothing to do with you¡± *Pokuuun* As the temperature knob was turned higher. ¡°I-I can¡¯t do my work like this? Look at all the work piling up!?¡± ¡°It is not like you are going to do it even if you¡¯re not inside the oven.¡± ¡°Aaaagh, I can feel Rise-chan¡¯s hot passion driving into me~!¡± ¡°¡­!!!¡± *Pokuuun*Turn temperature knob even more, currently at 6.5 million degrees celcius. *Pok-pok-pok* *KAAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!* It seems like the oven could not handle more than 8 million degrees. In the mass of smoke lay a not so cute angel in the void, with black soot all over her. Tears can be seen welling up in her eyes. ¡°¡­Hnnngh¡± ¡°Uuuuwaaaa¡­cute but dirty and sobbing Rise-chan, MOE KAWAII~, CHOOO MOEEEEEE~! MOE MOE KY-¡± *Whack**Whack**Whack* The silver whip once again made its appearance. Anyways *whack* see you nex- *whack* time on Chapter 1-1 Gaia Para-*whack* A!*whack* Geez, Rise-chan you should go more dere.*whack* Oh and one last note, the original song I ripped off in case anyone is curious: Day7- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P85YrKzy2pQ I am actually a bigger fan of the nightcore version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NLV_VLvVu0 "Seriously who do you keep talking to! And what H-T-T-P?"Liselotte said of in a pissed off tone while looking like a ash-ruined beauty. *WHACK* Chapter 1-Gaia Parallel A-1/My Family Life is wrong as I expected!? Part A Author¡¯s Note: Woooooah, bet you haven¡¯t seen one of this like since the novel synopsis. They actually are written in the angel and god comedy duo if you had not already realized, bah who am I kidding? I am sure you guys had me figured out like since Chapter 1, which we are still in the middle of. Also sorry for delaying the chapter due to technical difficulties. Anyways, putting all crap aside I am here to inform of you guys not to expect much long chapters from Gaia Parallel A which is the slice of life+school life part of this novel as I do not hold as well with them as compared to fantasy plots. Well there will be very little descriptions on this one. Well other than that, if you have any queries or any suggestions towards making your novel reading and my novel writing experience a more enriching one, please do send a comment or a PM to me. Y*** Y***, hajimari yo! ============================================================================= Chapter 1-Gaia Parallel A-1/My Family Life is wrong as I expected!? (Part A) I-I am not really sure w-what happened!? The last time I remembered being locked up in an apartment, then came that white space with seven other individuals apart from myself and now I am in a different room all alone again, fuuuueeehh. I was kind of happy for a moment that I was no longer alone and perhaps have risen to heaven, but why are you so cruel to me dear god. (I dunno, tehe~?) Maya awoke in a new room depressed. The room was dim with light peeking through the curtains indicating that morning has yet once again came. Another dreadful day awaits our lonely apocalyptic survivor as she¡­*Knock**Knock**Knock*huuuuuuh!? ¡°Nee-yan get outta bed, it is morning~!¡± a loud and cheery voice can be heard from the other side of the door. ¡°FuuuuuueeeehhhHH!?¡± ¡°Imouto Bash~!¡± The door got slammed open with a loud bang. A cute black haired girl with a pony tail to the right has appeared. Samantha stared at at the girl dumbfounded. This was truly Maya¡¯s first time encountering such a scenario even before the zombie apocalypse so she was at a loss of words on how to react to this situation. Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. ¡°Imouto tackle~It is super effective!¡±The girl said out cheerfully as she plunged forward onto the surprised Samantha who was lying on the bed. ¡°Fuuuueeehhh!?¡± ¡°Nee-yan sniff sniff. Fina¡¯s HP has recovered to full for a wonderful new day!¡± ¡°EEEEEHHHH, who are you?¡± *GUKKURI*(Shocked sound) ¡°Nee-yan forgot about Sefina!? This is bad! Even if Fina will raise this useless sister forever~ Mummy! Daddy!¡± the self proclaimed sister gave a face resembling the painting of the scream as she rushed out of the room and down a flight of stairs. ¡°What is going on¡­¡± ¡°Nee-yan has gone crazzzzzy! What should Fina do!?¡± ¡°What are you saying, Fina!?¡± ¡°Fina, is your sister okay? What happened!?¡± ¡°Fina doesn¡¯t know! She asked Fina who Fina was, uwaaaaahh!¡± ¡°¡±WHAT!¡±¡± Maya is now even more confused with the scenario of this new family appearing out of nowhere. She slowly hunkered out of bed to take a peek out of the room to find the girl and two adults presumably the girl¡¯s parents staring at her. ¡°O-oh my god! Sammy left her room!¡± ¡°Re-relax dear, she only peeked outside. L-let us have red rice tonight!¡± ¡°Ooooohhh Nooooooooo, Nee-yan is becoming independent and won¡¯t mooch of Fina. Soon Fina will lose her useless Nee-yan!!!!¡± The stupid family comedy ensues. ¡°Nooo, Nee-yan go back in. Fina, Fina will raise a useless Nee-yan!!!¡± The proclaimed sister pushes Sammy back into the room while Sammy tries to resist. ¡°S-stop that, Fina! Sammy has finally taken a step out of her room after a year!!!¡± ¡°Yeah, we should hope towards her recovery instead of pushing her back in!¡± ¡°But,but¡­BUTTTTT!!!!¡± ¡°¡±STAHP IT!!!¡±¡± ¡°Okieee¡­.Fina listens.¡±Fina says while sobbing out. Maya has long been staring like a statue at the ridiculous family scene that was ongoing. From what she has heard, she is part of this slapstick family routine. Well what shall happen to Sammy from now on? Will she be the exclusive reclusive girl as per usual, find out in Part B!!!