I am Narisesse. Narisesse Utopia.
An Edda—a mysteriously beautiful woman born with purple hair and eyes.
The child of the Utopia family, the linchpin of the Six Great Edda Houses.
In this entire world, only I possess such rare beauty.
This is what everyone calls me: "The Reincarnation of Generas."
And they're right. Though in my case—well, never mind that.
Oh dear. Oh no. I need to do something about Wof.
Even if they say he's the witch's disciple, it's just the witch playing around, as usual.
That witch has never done anything like this before, but she's absolutely terrible otherwise. Too horrible.
Speaking of which, I have my own grudge against her. So making Wof an actual disciple? No way, no way.
If anything, I feel sorry for poor Wof, who actually believes he's her disciple.
Let me save him from the witch's evil clutches.
So I asked Alverd, who owes me a favor, to bring him to me.
Alverd owes me a big one.
But even though he owes me, apparently it clashes with his beliefs as a delver.
After attaching all sorts of tedious conditions, he finally agreed to take it on.
"Huh? You failed?"
"There was a breach of the conditions. You kept quiet about the pseudo-deification Relic."
"That's—"
"You violated the requirement to hold nothing back. This commission only existed because of the debt. That's why I took it on just this once. The debt is repaid."
"Wait!"
He left. I mean, yes, I technically violated the terms, but how could I possibly have told him that?
Idiot. Idiot. Alverd, you fool! Weirdo! Narcissist!
Ugh, what a useless man. I suppose there's no help for it.
If I just write "Wof" as my attendant preference, I should be able to get him normally, right?
Huh? Kuun Hunt's headquarters was half-destroyed by the witches?
Whaaaat... they went way overboard.
Wait, wasn't Kuun Hunt Alverd's clan?
Huh?
This makes no sense, makes no sense. I don't understand a thing.
I have absolutely no idea how this happened.
Why is it like this? It makes no sense. Not a single thing makes sense.
The Impenetrables are Impenetrable because they're impregnable, right? So they should be impregnable, right?!
"Why are four of the Impenetrables designating Wof?!"
And on top of that, that old man Abramirin is taking this joke way too far.
I really don't understand. How did this happen? No, I truly don't understand.
This can't be happening. Could it actually be happening? It can't be, right?
Why is something impossible actually happening?!
Especially Chaibe. Why Chaibe, that beast. That black, ominous beast.
The witch's beast, Flazzerei!
A dangerous person running a predatory shop.
I seriously have no idea what's going on.
Why is that beast also choosing Wof?
And "Autodoll"—why you, from the Eldorado family?
And the "Immortal White Rose Princess"?! You're the Impenetrables, aren't you!!
Choosing an attendant—do you even understand what that means?
A man and woman in the same room—ah, wait. In the same... room, with Wof and me?!
N-no! A man and woman in the same room—absolutely not! No, no, no!
Wait. Did I make a mistake? Is something fundamentally wrong?
Am I, Narisesse, "The Reincarnation of Generas," making some kind of mistake?
Could the witch's disciple actually be the real deal? Not some prank or game, but actually... for real?
Wait, are the others for real too? You've got to be kidding.
If that's true, then what is Wof? What even is he?
I was so sure he was nothing more than a vessel for Lord Generas. A puppet made for amusement.
And I thought he was arrogant for thinking Lord Generas was weak, despite being nothing but a puppet.
No, I mean—he's a womanizer! He seduces! He's ridiculously popular!
Lord Generas's nine Authority Relics don't include anything like that.
There's no way he could bring down the Impenetrables!
Then what... is he?
A chill runs down my spine.
I'm starting to get scared.
He'll attack me. I'm 24 years old and still a virgin, but he'll assault me...!?
Right? I mean, he's corrupted all these incredible women!
He's a ridiculous womanizer, so if I meet him, he'll—
Scary. Scary. Scary. Even without Lord Generas, he's way too terrifying!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for ever thinking "this bastard who thinks Lord Generas is weak" and getting off on it!
Right. Wof. When I meet Lord Wof, I'll apologize. I'll prostrate myself too.
Oh, and, an apology. Yes. I'll make my apology.
There. That's perfect!
"That's not it."
"Hey. Ens."
"What is it?"
"Your attendant thing. I'm absolutely not doing it."
"Fine."
"Then let me punch you once!"
"Mineha."
"Yes?"
"Do you despise me?"
"I think you're reckless."
"I suppose."
"But I think I understand. That doesn't mean I accept it. Even so, I won't stop being Master's disciple. But I can't speak for Axe."
"Yes, you're right. You're right."
"Axe tried to reach out."
"Yes, I read his letter."
"But really, this time... is that enough?"
"Mineha. Even if I'm such a failure as a mother that he disowns me, even if he despises me and hates me, even if he rejects me and never wants to see me again, I will still love that child. I will never, ever forget that I am his mother."
"—Master. I won't tell him. I won't tell Axe a single thing."
"Yes, that's fine. I'm sorry, Mineha."
"No need, Master. Once again, congratulations on your pregnancy."
"Thank you."
"Hey. Mineha, let's go."
"Well then, Master. See you."
"Yes."
Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh, wha... aah... wh-wh-wh-wh-wh!?
Wh-wh-wh—I, Narisesse, am staying at the Hydrangea Grand Hall's lodging facilities, by the way.
I was walking along, humming to myself and wondering what to have for lunch today.
When I turned the corner, I witnessed a scene of absolute carnage!
That honey-haired woman radiating incredible sensuality and shining brilliantly—absolutely gorgeous.
Could she possibly be... the fairial "Fairy Queen's" daughter?
She kind of resembles her, but wasn't the daughter like 10 years old or something?
She looks way older than me—like a proper big sister.
And why is she so glossy and dazzling that you can't help but stare?
More beautiful than... me... Huh!
Anyway, the daughter? Of the "Fairy Queen"... The Fairy Queen, huh.
Her intimidation is terrifying, her gaze is sharp, and she's honestly just not my type.
Wait, isn't Ens supposed to be Class I... Emmy... that name rings a bell.
An-anyway. I've stumbled upon a truly unbelievable scene.
Narisesse peeks out from behind the wall, heart pounding. Narisesse is watching!
"As I expected, you hate me. Sigh."
"Can't be helped... You understand that, right? What matters is what comes next. Don't worry. Axe doesn't truly hate you."
"Is that so? And what was your impression of meeting Axe?"
"I could see he's my son, no doubt about that, but... it's hard to really feel it, you know. He thinks the same. Can't blame either of us."
"That's... right."
"But I'm happy that I'm alive, that I could see you again, and that I got to meet our son."
"I'm truly glad I met you again too. I'm happy."
Hey, hey. What—? Wait, touching her cheek with his hand? What is—
They kissed!!!
"...After nearly twenty years, you haven't changed a bit."
"Fufu, I'm an elf, after all."
"That's not what I mean. I'm talking about who you are inside. You haven't changed since then."
"You haven't either... Well, in your case, you haven't changed in twenty years. Meanwhile, I've aged twenty years."
"There's also the matter of our three-hundred-year age gap."
"Oh, stop it. You're so cruel."
Um, excuse me, this is a public walkway, you know... Get a room! Move it, get out of my way!
That's what I want to say, but I can't. I really, truly can't. There's no way I could.
Wh-what do I do? What do I do? If they kiss again, what will I do?!
"Whatcha doooin', you two?"
"Oh my, Chaibe."
Eek, Chaibe.
"Heyo, Emmy... Oh, that."
"Yep. It happened."
"Waaah, congratulations!"
"Thanks."
"I'll send a birth gift or something—diapers or whatever."
"Oh, how nice."
"Hey. Chaibe."
"Long time no see. You're alive, Ens."
"Thanks to someone. I think it's a miracle I'm still here."
"Glad to hear it."
"Yeah."
"Yes."
After some light small talk, the two left, flirting as they went.
Only Chaibe remains.
Who would've thought this one would be of any help.
"Haaah, the world is seriously weird, huh, Narisesse."
!"
"Hahaha—flinching at my voice, are we?"
This girl... I step out from behind the wall.
"How long have you known?"
"From the start—I think those two noticed too."
"Wh-what did you say?"
"Your presence is really loud, you know."
Grrrr. W-well, having a strong presence... that's kind of flattering, I suppose.
"Well, that's just how I am. Can't be helped."
"Aaah, right right. Oh, I'm going to warn you about something."
"A warning? To me?"
"Yep. Listen—if you mess with Wof, I'll turn you into emerald dust."
And just like that, Chaibe draws an emerald-colored curved blade in an instant and presses it against my neck.
I glance at the emerald blade and let out a soft laugh.
"Don't worry. I'm not that idle."
"Then we're good."
She says this with a deflated tone, then sheathes her blade and walks away.
I fold my arms and watch her go.
"...Hmph. This is why beasts without any sense of propriety are such a pain."
Narisesse puts on a bold, confident smile.
She was a little scared.