“Isn’t it about time you go search for a job?”

Is a question I’ve been asked for the last......17 years?

I don’t know, I’ve already lost count.

Or rather, I totally forgot how to count.

Well, I’m 29......and They started telling me to find work at the age of 15......

Un, 14 years now.

Although I say I am 29 of age, my appearance is actually that of a 15 years old.

With silky, red long hair; long eyelashes and jet black eyes.

The hair is one thing, but the black eyes are called a curse in where I live.

And thus, I haven’t left my room for 14 years.

My room is always dim, but very clean.

I make sure that it’s super clean.

Although I say that my eyes are a curse, my parents think nothing of it.

My mum at least.

I don’t know anything about ‘dad’.

Mum comes in every morning, and cleans my room when I am too lazy to do it myself; which is pretty rare. She even comes in just to check if there is any dust, and lectures me at any given moment to leave my room and get a job.

Although I am a neet.

Although I am a shut-in.

Although I am a bad child.

She still supports her 29 years old child.

'As expected of a mother'....doesn’t even cut it.

It shows just how much she cares about me.

I’m sorry mum, but with my looks....I can’t get a job even if I wanted to.

Oh well, that trust and faith went all down the drain and out of the system on a morning...

“Hey, Kai! come out of your room right this instant!!”

For the first time in over 14 years, my mum called me to leave my room.

She never ordered me to leave before.

I mean, she did ask if I could get a job....but she never said I should leave the room this directly.

My mum never forced me to do anything at all.

“.............? Why!?”

“Just hurry up and come! We are inside the house, so isn’t it fine to leave that dirty room for once!?”

It’s not dirty if you come for a health inspection every morning!

“Just do it!”

“.........And what if I don’t want to?”

“Then I’m coming right now, and burning all of your video games.”

Eh, you mean my treasured crystal gear’s video games!

Oh, let me explain.

Crystal gear is the cutting edge technology that let’s you not only view moving images, it let’s you interfere with them!

And as such, it became a huge boom among children and adults alike.

So much that they produce at least over ten games every month.

“And yet.........!”

Like hell!

You have no idea the pains I had to get my hands on those games!!

I had......I had to walk outside!!!

I, the first time I wanted to get a game, I asked my mum if she could just run to the store and get me the game if possible.

Even though I gave her money for two games, and only requested one; she brought me the wrong game.

Not only that, she bought it for the wrong crystal gear system!

You have no idea how much of a waste of money that was.

I had to go out of my way to buy that crystal gear in order to play those games that she bought after all.

In disguise in the middle of the night.

Thank god those stores are open around the clock.

“I’m coming to burn them right now!”

“Oh shit, wait! wait wait waiiit!! I’m coming out, I’m coming out!! Alright!?”

Dammit, and I just woke up!

Well whatever.

I quickly got out of bed, and walked toward a black curtain hang in the middle of the room.

This thick-blanket-for-a curtain is light proof.

This way, no evil light would come inside my holy room.

Now then, I slowly slid through the curtain and moved toward the door that was right in front of the black curtain.

It’s a reinforced steel door.

I slowly opened the door with a bit of difficulties, and dazzling light escaped from the slowly widening gap of the door.

I closed my eyes in fright and surprise.

It’s been many years since my eyes has seen light.

Oh well.

For those wondering ‘Exactly how did your mum hear you over that steel door?!’

Let me tell you.

Nay, let me bestow that information upon you ignorant savages.

.........I’m sorry.

So anyhow, even though the door has steel reinforcement, the ground itself is wood.

The wood is light yet sturdy.

It’s been grown with the blessing of the wood elves after all.

It’s pretty expensive yo.

After taking a few minutes of mum’s ‘friendly’ shouting and my eyes adjusting to the view that have, for the first time in many years, greeted me while light is flickering around it.

After all, I did sneak around outside.

At night.

Mum doesn’t need to know that.

I know that she’ll insist in me getting a job as soon as she finds out......

Ugh, I feel a juice of guilt in coming up from my abdomen.

Great, this is why I hate the world while it’s still morning....

Night is great.

Morning sucks.

I feel like throwing up already.

Should I return back to my room?

Alright, let’s do that.

“Mum, I’m sorry.....but I can’t get out of the room.”

While shouting as such, I began to slowly close back the door; shutting myself within my Eden.

Who needs something like a life.

Who needs something like light.

I can say for sure, it can eat itself for all I care.

I’m sorry mum, I’m sorry!

I just can’t do it.

Let us all be happy and glad that I made it to the point of even opening the door.

Although the reason why you called me interests me, it’s still not intriguing enough for me to face the light of the world.

Did I seriously just think of going out?

Un, it must be that I’m very sleepy.

It got to be it.

Like hell I’ll be breaking my streak as a shut-in.

Oh?

I-I wonder....w-why can’t I close the door?

Stolen novel; please report.

Even though I’m pushing......!

L-looking closely....i-isn’t that.....

“Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!? W-what the hell!??!?!?!”

“I....Huff....Huff....! I, I told you.......T-that....Hufff.........!”

“Oh my god mum! What the hell?! Take a deep breath! shit, you scared the hell out of me with that face of yours!”

Her usually beautiful face, in which case was that of a woman in her late 40s; was strained to the end trying to catch her breath as she painstakingly trying to keep the door from closing.

Her bright red eyes glared right through my soul. Her red, short hair fluttered throughout her attempt at catching some air.

“You.....are coming down with me!”

“M-mum....umm, that sounds like you’re about to die and kill me with you.....”

“...Don’t worry, Kai. You’re the only one who’s going to die.”

“Eh, if you say that with the face you’re currently making...”

It looks like a ghost is about to take me to the underworld!

“Oh, and if you don’t follow me downstairs......I’ll be crushing all of those games you got it!?”

“...........................................I’m coming.”

Dammit, holding hostages isn’t fair!

“Ahh....wait a second, why do you even want me to go downstairs?”

Now that she caught her breath, the light danced around her red hair.

She looked pretty young for a woman in her late 40s.

Like really pretty.

She could easily be mistaken as a woman in her late 20s.

When I asked my mum, she said something about it running in the family.

The how we look so young.

Oh right, contrary to popular belief....elves don’t have a long lifespan.

Although, they do look pretty young.

This is all knowledge from books though, since I haven’t met any live subject.

They all look young, but their lifespan is the same as humans.

For example, most of them die while they look like that they’re in their twenties yet their actual age is somewhere along the lines of 60 or 70.

Oops, I’m going into denial....

“.....And that’s why I need you to hurry up down stairs!”

“......Eh? Ah.....umm.....okay.”

“Oh right, are you sure you want to go downstairs in your pajamas?”

I look down, and it’s the blue pajamas my mum bought me for my birthday a few weeks ago.

Is something wrong with this?

I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to meet anyone.....

Well, isn’t it fine?

“.............Yup.”

And with that, she grabbed my hand and led me downstairs.

In the end, she led me to the living room.

It’s the biggest room in the small, two story house.

The room looked completely different than i remember.

The place is now filled with expensive looking paintings, nothing of the sorts existed fourteen years ago.

The couches are all high-class in softness, something I doubt we can afford.

And not to mention, the man sitting within the said couch.

I am made to sit directly in front of him.

What kind of situation is this?

Why is this person calmly sipping tea?

What the hell happened to the room?

Ahh....

My jaw lost all its power as I realized what she meant earlier by her ‘are you sure you’re going down stairs wearing that pajamas?’

Is this guy a noble?!

I mean, isn’t that the only possible reason that this guy is sitting in an expensive couch, in a room filled with expensive paintings and sipping expensive tea from an expensive tableware?!

E-eh, it can’t be....

T-this feeling.....

Eh, eh, eh?!

A-am I having an arranged marriage with this noble man!?

Ahhhhhh, i-i-i-it can’t be......I am not worthy of being a wife for anyone.....c-can it be.....a-am I being sold as a slave?!

Or even worse, as a concubine?!

God dammit mother, what’s with this silence!!!

I quickly shot up a questioning glare at mum, who was sitting upright.

She glanced back, and smiled.

What’s with that gentle smile?!

Are you alright??!?!!?

Selling your only chiiild?!?!?!?

C-can it be.....e-eh, a-am I....a burden.......?

D-dammit, I can’t criticize you anymore you hag of a mother!

I’m sorry, I’ll find work!!!

Don’t sell meeeee~!!!!

“Now then.”

Eh, after the old with the whites in his hair almost appearing put down his teacup, and then took a deep stare at me.

Or rather, he looked at my body.

Oi, old man!

You look to be in your forties!

And with that coat full of badges and expensive suit under that.......yup, this guy is without a doubt a noble.

And yet, why do you want me?!

Stop licking me with your eyes!

“Fumu. She is exactly what we need.”

Oi, stop saying that while looking at mum right after checking me out!

You homo!

Gay!

“That white skin that looks the exact reincarnation of snow, the sharp yet charming black pupils! the flame hair that couldn’t be compared to any silk! And her small butt!! Really, if she only packed in the breast department, she would’ve been perfect.”

Eh, but isn’t black eyes something that only the cursed would have?!

H-hold on....

“..............?! Wha--- wait a second, I’m a gu---------!”

“Yes, but of course! She is my prided daughter after all!”

Ehh~ You liar!

.................Wait wait wait wait a second, this isn’t the time for that!

You lying hag! I’m a guy!

Like hell you’ll be selling me as a sex slave to an old man!!!!

“Now then, young lady. How about it, would you consider becoming the new crowned Emperor Chris the fourteenth’s first wife?”

The old man bowed to me.

“E-eh......? E-EHHHHH...........!??!?!?!?!!”