Vol 2 Chapter 1 (1/2)
Season 2, Episode 1
Episode 1:
Another usual morning breakfast in the Kanda household.
“Wasn’t last night just so much fun?”
“It was absolutely enjoyable, was it not, my boy?”
“Hahaha, we definitely have a lot of changes of clothing installed for us early this June, don’t you think, Shun?”
“Go stuff yourselves!”
Really, he had had enough of his parents poking fun at him. Last night was definitely not fun.
While it was nigh impossible for the entire family to sit and eat together for every meal of the day, the one which they all tried their best to observe was breakfast – family bonding and whatnot.
Today though, there was one extra family member sitting at the breakfast table with them.
With her long golden hair and travelling mantle draped across her shoulders, it was no surprise that Rosalie stood out amongst the other occupants of the table.
The fact that she was just sitting there, complacently flipping through wedding pamphlets made that sight all the more surreal.
“Live the Dream – A Fantasy Hotel Wedding”
“Presenting: Your Wedding”
“Solemn ceremonies”
“Expectant mothers, Rejoice”
Cheesy words and phrases like these just seemed to jump out from the pamphlets.
“’Let us weave our magic through that silent, blissful moment’, Shun, why would people want to have spells cast upon them during their wedding?”
Rosalie’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“…”
Looking at her, Shun felt another wave of throbbing pain at the back of his head.
Oh G.o.d, please don’t let this become a morning routine.
“Rosalie, dear, what kind of wedding would you like?”
Another unnecessary question from Shun’s very unnecessary mother, Manami, wafted out from the kitchen.
Shun would bet that they were both there to ruin his life.
“The ceremony should be held in the church of a small town.”
Rosalie’s reply was once again, quick and to the point.
“First, I’d have to exchange letters with Shun, and we’d have a lover’s tryst. Then we’d make a decision to elope, and finally, we’d run away into the sunset – ”
Rosalie’s version of a wedding drew heavily from her experience with that one in-game wedding event.
Time to interrupt before things got any worse.
“Ahem! Mom, when’s breakfast? I’m starving.”
Fortunately for Shun, Manami really wasn’t all that bright.
“Oh my, you are such a romantic, Rosalie!”
On another note though, there was no sound of objection from Mikoto as she had already left for school. Her school was, after all, located much further than Shun’s, and as such, she had to set off earlier in order to be on time for cla.s.s. However, today, before leaving, she glared accusatorily at Shun before leaving, promising him the “Trial of the Sister” when she returned.
What did “Trial of the Sister” even mean anyway?
And then, food arrived at the table and there was no more time to ponder.
–
Today, they partook in a traditional j.a.panese breakfast.
Gaping at the food before her, Shun could practically feel Rosalie salivating as her eyes alighted upon the neatly arranged dishes produced from Manami’s magical hands.
Barely a few seconds later and the stately warrior princess had foregone all semblance of dignity, and with one rice bowl in hand, proceeded to dig in and eat as if there were no tomorrow.
And then –
“Shun.”
From the looks of things, Rosalie had just remembered something.
“What?”
Putting down her small bowl of soup in front of Shun, Rosalie spared another lingering glance at it before relinquis.h.i.+ng it to finally meet Shun square in the eyes.
“This bowl of soup is my betrothal present for you.”
Excuse me?
Clearly, Rosalie had just read about this in one of those G.o.dd.a.m.ned wedding pamphlets.
“Oh, my dear, we humbly accept your present!”
“Well now, all that leaves is the location of the wedding ceremony, hmm?”
There was no doubt that Shun’s parents were extremely thrilled.
“Are you nuts?”
Shun levelled his glare at his madly chuckling parents as if they were some form of extra-terrestrial organism.
A-Anyways, it wasn’t as if Rosalie even really liked him.
She just happened to mistake him for “Shun of the Dragon Spirit”, that’s all.
–
“You are, indeed, quite formidable.”
Rosalie stared at the plate of tamagoyaki piled up before her, looking for all the world as if she were about to take on the high mountains of Takagahara before stretching her hand into the pile and picking up a dozen pieces to stuff into her mouth.
“My dear girl, you really ought to get some new clothes!”
Manami smilingly interrupted Rosalie’s feud with the seemingly unending pile of tamagoyaki.
“That’s a wonderful costume you’re wearing, but as a girl, you really should have more clothing!”
She seemed wonderfully happy talking to Rosalie about that. Maybe she felt as though she’d gained a new daughter or something.
“What kind of clothing would you like, Rosalie?”
“Something with a high defence stat.”
Rosalie’s answer came out strong and unhesitant.
“That, I definitely cannot ever take off. Although, to be more accurate, what I would wish for would be more of an armour, not clothing. The “Eternal Armour” I have equipped right now, which also happens to be a secret treasure of the Dragon tribe, is a perfect example of an armour with extremely high defence stats. To find one that is better than that would be quite difficult – “
“Ro-Rosalie, here, have my tamagoyaki too!”
Shun then proceeded to stuff his roll of tamagoyaki into Rosalie’s mouth, effectively shutting her up for the time being.
He was beginning to find out that it was quite easy to get the hang of controlling and subduing Rosalie. Kind of sad, really.
–
“So does that mean you’re against all that inappropriate exposure that’s so popular amongst the young people nowadays?”
“Oh my, now that’s how a lady should act! A woman’s modesty is her greatest treasure! As expected of our Shun’s bride!”
He gave up.
Those people where beyond saving.
Wordlessly, he lifted his bowl of miso soup to his lips and drank deeply.