NOVEL SIMPLE ‘Four sisters’ No 39.
Two schoolgirls were chatting in front of the main building.
The weather was nice, and because it was the lunch break, the surroundings were quiet. Only occasional groups of people were wandering around in search of a good spot for them to chat and eat.
“… You heard it too? That actor is so good, that if people were to be arrested for being perfect…”
“I absolutely agree. When he started that monologue, I felt like the entire hall teared because of the emotions.”
“I cannot help feeling sorry for the industry. To think that he was an orphan!”
“Indeed! If only there was a support for the young talents!”
“Still, he is too good! How about we pay a visit to the theater the next weekend?”
“I shall make the necessary arrangements. Why do I feel chilly…?”
The girls looked behind.
“Don’t mind me, keep talking about the theater~.”
“KYAAAAAA?!”
If only I knew back then, that those two were daughters of two prominent dukedoms.
“… Which is why I must ask you again, please do teach your sister some manners.” The principal was ripping and tearing.
Even though his speech was very calm, and he never raised his voice, Iowa was still on the brink of crying. It was as if she is the one who’s going to be scolded.
“I will talk to her…” (IA)
“I am sincerely grateful, Miss Iowa. I can only rely on someone like you.” The principal held her hands, until she stopped sobbing.
When she calmed down, she grabbed my hand and we left the principal’s office.
Right after the door closed, she faced me.
“New Jersey, why can’t you be nicer to people…?” Tears started flowing down her cheeks immediately.
“I am sorry, Big Sis.” The last thing I need right after being scolded, is Iowa crying.
“I promise, I will not do anything lewd.”
“If you say so…” She quietly nodded, and left.
Well, enough is enough. I am sick of Iowa’s nagging, the principal’s nagging, the king’s begging, and Wisky’s kicking. If I stop lewding all of the skirt-wearing pretty creatures, then maybe my life will become easier.
On my way back to the room I was waving to all of the girls on my way, as the sign of peace.
They were dashing away with terrified expressions, and some were trying to hit me with their purses.
While I was walking on the alley, I encountered Mo.
She was sitting on a bench, and reading something.
When she saw me waving around to the people, she stared at me. Her eyes were opened as widely as plates for turkey.
“Good day to you, Mo~!” I passed by her, and continued on my way to the dorm.
For the rest of the day I was stuck in my room, playing fleet sims we (IA, MO, WI) use for learning and training while we are at the Academy.
The next day I diligently studied, and politely greeted all of the people.
The girls kept on shrieking whenever I approached, or they held the hems of their skirts, but I continued sticking to my other day’s self-promise.
During my evening stroll, I walked into a cutie-pie tsun.
“Wiffky~, whof my cuffie pie~?”
“Be gone, evil spirit!” She held a cross in front of me.
Seeing that she’s still on guard, I left her.
Her dumbfounded expression was slightly worth the missed opportunity.
On the third day I started seeing people give way to me.
Not in the ‘revered’ way but in the way ‘I don’t wish for her to approach me’.
In the evening I once again headed immediately home, instead of my usual skirtfari.
The alleys were empty. All of the people disappeared from there.
When I started to wonder where everybody is, I heard someone approach me from behind.
As I was about to turn around…
‘SMASH’
“Is she dead…?” A man in a white coat approached me.
“If she’s not, then I shall help her!” Wisky poked me with a frying pan.
“I am worried that the hit was too severe.” The man started touching the bump on the back of my head.
“Please, tell me that it has cured her!” (WI)
Cured me…?
“We cannot be sure, Miss. Curing psychic disorders in such way was never done before…” What…?
Did you f* say I am mental…?
Like, really…?
“P-please… W-wake up…!” (WI)
My head was put on something very warm and soft. 90% sure it was her lap.
I quietly sniffed the lap.
Wisky started quietly sobbing, and caressing my head.
“I am sorry, Miss. It looks like her madness cannot be healed in such way…” YOU…?!
I jumped up.
“[Incomprehensible elaborate East coast swearing accent]!!! [Even more incomprehensible but still elaborate East coast accent]!!!”
I tried to strangle the charlatan doctor.
Then I felt a glare on my back. When I turned around, I saw how the entire broadside of 16’’ guns was aimed at me.
“You… You… were… awake…?” (WI)
“Ha-ha-ha…”
“YOU! DIE, YOU FREAK!” (WI)
‘SMASH’