Prologue

[faentasy]

PROLOGUE

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The clink of glasses, the clatter of utensils upon plates and the soft murmur of conversation flows smoothly in the warmly lit dining hall. It's a dinner party, a rather vivacious one at that, with the food flowing freely. Savory and sweet, regional specialties, refined and rustic, there's something for everyone. Omurice, chiffon cake, kimchi, sizzling porterhouse steaks—it might be more apt to call it a buffet than anything else.

Do buffets usually serve such a unique smorgasbord of food? And actually, weren't you doing something else? A free meal is usually a good thing but is anything truly free? Who are these people around you? And where exactly are you?

Whatever thoughts are racing through your mind, they're abruptly cut off by a note, high pitched G-sharp from a woodwind. All your senses return to you, though they won't tell you much. Maybe not all of them actually, if you're used to feats of heroic strength or manipulating reality or numerous other abilities. There is one clue at least, a heavy weighted paper beneath your plate, an embossed note rather than a list of courses.

"Enjoy yourselves. I'll come see you when you've had your fill. And don't try to dine and dash, huh? There's something I have—something I can do for you, after all. Besides, you've already agreed to the terms anyway!"

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[begrimed]

[ What is this whiplash? He stares and then shakes his head. ]

Shame is somethin' I lost many years ago, fraulein. [ That's not exactly how she meant it, but that's how he's answering it. ]

[lastreward]

[ Just a moody teenager, you know~ have another whiplash. ]

Is that why you're one of those perverts?

[begrimed]

...what?

[ ????????????? ]

[lastreward]

You just seem like a guy that my sister would complain about.

[begrimed]

[ He's still kind of ??? but at least he's not immediately thrown for a loop again, so. ]

Well, a lotta people complain about me. But not in the way you're imagining it, fraulein.

[lastreward]

Well that's good at least. So, we don't have to worry about you trying to walk in on any of us in the bathroom?

So what do people complain about you?

[begrimed]

Does this look like a brothel to you?

[ That's a pretty strong no because he is not in fact, that kind of otome. ]

But you know, murder, arson, larceny—all that kinda fun stuff.

[lastreward]

I don't know, I've never been to a brothel? [ Pause. ] What's a brothel?

Oh just the other kind of "degenerate" stuff, I see. [ She nods. ]

[begrimed]

[ ...okay he will do a lot but he is not Dorian Grey (you don't want to know). ]

Forget it. [ Leaning over from his perch on the fountain. ] When you put it like that, it sounds less bad than it actually is.

[lastreward]

[ She's not sure she put it in the way you meant, but sure she'll roll with that. ]

I guess you could be doing worse.

[begrimed]

Ahaha, are you telling me to step up my game? But this is only the first act, you know.

[lastreward]

No I just know a villain worse than you, is all. No need to step it up.

[begrimed]

[ More laughter. ]

I'll consider it. I don't like to work harder than I have to.

[lastreward]

You'd have to work super extra hard, so no need to think about it~!

[begrimed]

Ahh, now you're just trying to butter me up!

[ But he doesn't seem to mind? ]

OK, OK, I won't at least for a little while.

[lastreward]

[ x doubt, but she'll nod as if she'll take his word on it. ]

Good!