Vol 1 Chapter 6 (1/2)

VOLUME 1

Season 1, Episode 6

Episode 6:

“I-I-I-”

Things were looking really bad.

“That is, I can explain-”

Mikoto’s fury was ice cold. So much so that Shun could see, rather than feel, the shards of ice forming around her.

The only other time this had happened was when those d.a.m.ned p.o.r.nography magazines had been found in the house.

s.h.i.+t.

Shun realized that he was in deep, deep trouble.

Mikoto s.h.i.+fted her piercing gaze from her quaking cousin to the pink – or in this case, blonde – elephant in the room, watching the girl devour the food off the table at the speed of light.

It seemed as though the command need only be given once. Rosalie could then consciously activate said ‘skill’ or ‘command’ by herself, without awaiting another input from Shun.

Great! That was just great!

She really seemed to enjoy her newfound ‘eating’ skill too, attacking the food on the table with gusto, as her puffy cheeks glowed in satisfaction.

Even with a dabble of curry running down her chin she looked every inch the hero that she was. Shun couldn’t help but heave a sigh at the sight.

Rosalie really was gorgeous.

–

“Is this supposed to be some sort of cosplay?”

Shun decided that it would be best, for now, to just go with the flow.

“Y-Yeah, haven’t you heard, Miko-nee? These things are really popular amongst westerners too, and –”

Chancing a glance at Mikoto, Shun faltered, and eventually gave up. The anger seeping from her pores were no joke.

The silence between seemed to stretch on for an eternity before the fateful question, “Who is she?”

“…”

Shun stared at Mikoto in silence.

Her eyes welling with tears, Mikoto returned Shun’s stare.

d.a.m.nit!

The situation was exactly the same as that time when those p.o.r.nographic magazines were found. Shun would really have liked to laugh at the similarity of the situations, if only the pressure weren’t so suffocating this time around.

Also, he like a few pictures of Rosalie stuffing her mouth.

What, you don’t get a warrior princess at your dinner table ever so often, do you?

The whole thing was really such a waste.

As Mikoto s.h.i.+fted to stare at the girl devouring her cooking like a ravenous wolf, Rosalie placed her empty bowl and spoon reverently on the table, and for the first time since the entire thing begun, lifted her beautiful blue eyes to stare at Mikoto.

Being on the receiving end of Rosalie’s beautiful gaze, Mikoto too seemed to soften, slight though it was. Then, grudgingly, she stood up and went to refill Rosalie’s bowl with rice.

The pressure seemed to dissipate almost immediately. Heaving a sigh of relief, Shun picked up his spoon to continue his meal.

Maybe, they could all have a nice peaceful dinner and –

Shun looked up to find Rosalie staring disconcertedly at the television.

That flipping feeling returned in the pits of his stomach.

Uh-oh.

–

“Is that a dwarf?”

Shun turned to stare at Rosalie, who in turn, was staring hard at the commentator on the television.

You see, the game designers didn’t think to put in a television into “Dragon Bless”. Thus, upon seeing this miraculous gadget, whereupon people became smaller once they entered, Rosalie was entranced.

Standing up, Rosalie walked over to the television and bent down for a closer look.

“Rosalie, that’s –”

“I wish to talk to you.”

Rosalie directed her request at the commentator on the screen, completely and utterly ignoring Shun.

Now it was the commentator’s turn, “Yes, you there, it’s just as you say!”

“Who is he talking to? I’m the only one here. h.e.l.lo there, this is Rosalie.” Ever the polite princess, Rosalie stuck her hand out in greeting.

A scene change and Rosalie found herself faced with the image of a studio, where moments before, the commentator’s face had been.

The shock in Rosalie’s face said it all – What the h.e.l.l was this?

Backing away, her back hit the solid wooden table, upsetting all the plates and dishes, cups and cutleries placed upon it.

With baited breathe and one hand holding on tightly to the pendant dangling from her slender neck, Rosalie watched the television screen with such intensity it hurt.

Mikoto, to her credit, was just as surprised as Shun upon seeing this.

“Is she from a really far away country?”

–

Shun wanted to cry from the helplessness of the situation. No really, he did.

But then again, Mikoto had just given him the perfect hook to get out of it.

Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers. He just had to suck it up and cover for Rosalie the best he could.

“Oh Miko-nee, how could you not have known? It’s really poor out there in some parts of Eastern Europe. My world history teacher just told us all about the current situation in some of the old satellite countries of the dissolved Soviet Union. And man, don’t even get me started on their clothing –”

“Shun-chan, please shut up.”

Well, that was quick.

Placing the now-full bowl of rice on top of the table, Mikoto placed her hands at her hips and a.s.sumed a dominating stance.

Mikoto, battle mode complete.

“Hey!”

A determined look on her face, Mikoto called out to the enemy.