When I was still six, I came across an army of strangers who once visited our territory. They came from the expedition and training led by the prince of the Droizar dynasty. Tired of their journey towards the kingdom, my father suggested they rest in our place that’s not yet influenced by the empire.

The prince stood an inch taller than my height. Lately, I knew we were the same age. He had short-styled blonde hair that waved up the right. A sparkling golden armor, far contrasting from other soldiers’ gear, overprotected his body from light attacks. The enchantment carvings on its sides once took my curiosity, figuring out how heavy the magical preservation was.

From what I heard from the prince’s retainer, their group followed the rulings of Axiom, the belief in cause and effect. Not that I cared about it before, but they didn’t cause chaos for a month that they stayed on our territory. Quimora might’ve forgotten the prince, but his name carved a mark on my memory… His name is Lawson Droizar, and I believe that he’ll soon become an unfriendly force that I’ll encounter.

With my playtime including brother Zeus, we invited and entertained Lawson within our simple living. As per him, never once had fun once in his life, devoting his existence to training and rules. His retainer opposed the idea, but my father convinced him to enjoy the kid’s life for once.

Quimora was a clumsy girl, and for a month of staying, I never knew how Lawson fell in love with her. As a believer of the Axiom, he might have a reason. However, neither a hint nor a clue won’t explain his yearning look. Heck, even he smiled to nothing, which was once never his quirk. Quimora was unaware… but I, a spectator, might’ve died from cringe.

The moment of truth came when Lawson invited me to observe the squeaks of crows below the bright full moon. We sat on the flat plain of grass as the breeze slightly shoved the strands of our hair back. I soon felt his warm palm overlapping my hand.

“Do you know, once a moon shows its everything, miraculous things happen? It’s like a revelation of an unknown mystery, a transformation of something unknown. It’s a phrase famous for the kingdom I’ve previously been in,” Lawson murmured.

“Really… I suppose the full moon was pretty. It’s very peaceful.”

“Hey, Quimora…” The moment he lifted and clasped my hands off the ground, he caught my turn, pivoting at him in the blink of an eye. “When we grow up, I want to marry you.”

The moment he uttered his words, I lost track of time. I unconsciously parted my lips, stunned with my eyes bulging and gazing directly at his oceanic-blue eyes. The torrent of thoughts fuzzed my mind, not knowing if I should feel pleasure, remorse, or doubt. These strokes of confusion weren't completely mine, but Quimora’s.

Contrasting my own decision, I nodded with a smile.

I have raised his hopes before. But knowing him now, he might’ve considered that the real Quimora died in her last sentence, a public slumber. The handler of her name now… was me… And he’ll never be grateful if he discovered what happened to me.

As I opened my eyes, I parted ways from that dream, or should I say recollection, returning to reality. The wooden platform I’m sitting at vibrated synchronously with the contours of the cobblestone road. Inside this carriage, five idiots surrounded me.

On my left, Xenos (Phantom) and Kingsley (Silence) sat in peace. On my right, Guinelle (Wicked Luna) and Rox (Virtual Pigeon) with their eyes closed, squatted in silence. Near the carriage exit, the proning Ellenoire (Noir) groaned with her head hanging out. Her groans loudened depending on how steep the road was. In the middle of embarrassment, she never released the grip on her personal wine bottle.

We’re on our journey from the Kollaria Kingdom’s invitation to Rox for research purposes. Each of our outfits whispered elegance and refinement, embracing our forms like a second skin. Hues and textures weaved a vibrant tapestry, transforming us into attention-catching living works of art. I already forwarded them to call me Quimora, declaring my public name.

I smirked, having a menacing prank in mind. I crawled near Ellen and shook her body in the highest magnitude possible. Her groans sounded like a motor hitting the clutch, as she vomited rainbow toxins on our trail like paint.

“Quimora-sama… stop…” She begged.

I chuckled slightly with a grin that reached from ear to ear. “Suppose there’s a scenario where you’re invited by your beloved prince for a honeymoon. You stepped on the carriage, and before you say ITILY (I think I love you), the man was already showered by your rainbow.”

“Stop!” Ellen groaned and vomited shortly. Her wet hazel-brown eyes never left their leer at the road. “It’s… how the author made me…”

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I stopped the madness and tilted my head in confusion. “What are you talking about? Are you breaking the fourth wall in front of me? You’ll face us or you’ll enter the kingdom naked?”

Guinelle and Rox woke up, not because of the stakes I threw at Ellen. Guinelle, with narrowed eyes, leaned away and squealed, “HUH!? Don’t ever do that, Nebula-sama! She doesn’t even know how to wash clothes!”

“I need no worry about my clothes getting soiled. I have a spare for myself,” Rox commented. “I can deliver a washing machine on air.”

“After our journey, we’ll present ourselves to the king,” Guinelle mentioned. “Facing him dirty is… immoral!”

“Duh! Just a dirty cloth and you’re all feverish? You’re all a no go,” Xenos boasted with his arms crossed while looking down at the two. “Aren’t you having some uncooked A10 farsis (A beautiful language which has been used as the language of the bourgeoisie) inherited from Clicquot’s champagne? Your childish complaints were products of unplanned bourgeoisie, an abortion that shouldn’t be pulp fiction. Your tit-sucking riches can never be worthy products of the impending rise of third-rate civilizations.”

“Huh!? It took us eight hours to find the right occasional dress for Patri Mall. We even invited the real Quimora to join us in shopping. Don’t infect us with your trashy attitude, you creep,” Guinelle replied.

“You have an exceptional ability, don’t you? Why don’t you just evade it? It’s fairly simple. Your scattered brain won’t even hit puberty even if you hoard a bunch of sugar-coated sweets. Unlike you, even vegetarians, pussy lickers, and the MagDonalds fan base would benefit from the lingering nutrients worthy of contribution.”

“Don’t plan on exhausting us before the mission, you inefficient scumbag,” Rox exclaimed. “We have every reason to throw you out of the caravan.”

“I can still catch up with my complete body, you slow pokes who depended on body division and decaying yellowish spheres,” Xenos smirked, turning on the switch behind King’s amulet. “Why don’t you ask this guy here? This guy’s much dirtier than you think.”

The amulet soon had its turn to throw insults. “You girls are fugly fatass bitches, nearing somewhat clapped by grenades and butters. Even the mirror will tell you to go home to your mama and request a month-worth plastic surgery.”

“This isn’t about faces!” Guinelle squealed, leaning forward with gritted teeth.

“Faces? More like feces,” Xenos added.

Between the ongoing tension, Ellen commented with partial stops, “That AI… Character Destroyer… turn that off…”

“Shut yo bitch ass up! A homesick juggalo’s opinion remains home,” Xenos pulled out a knife and threw it swiftly, breaking Ellen’s wine bottle. “A motion-sick person shouldn’t speak while traveling. Say sorry to the Fords that you own and disrespect, you poo-putt streak of piss.”

I, who was gripping Ellen’s shoulders, felt the trembling suddenly stopped. Her muscles compacted like rocks, nearly breaking my fingers if I pinch it. I released my grip when she pushed her body standing. She pivoted and goggled down at Xenos with a pallid face of terror. She walked towards him like a zombie, drooling with her eyes completely bulged.

Uh-oh, she was insulted. The frightened Rox and Guinelle moved back into the corner and created a barrier. Their shoulders tightened as they trembled in fear. Xenos, who was overconfident of his escape, didn’t notice that a tree root encircled his foot like a snake, completely nullifying his ability. Xenos pouted at King, who already made his distance from him.

“Even you, King? ...Heh, what can you even do in this situation, Ellen? You’re going to vomit at me? I’m letting you know that won’t hurt my soul,” Xenos boasted. “I’ve already experienced disowning moments worse than you think.”

Ellen asked with a low alto voice that lacked strength, “Have you… ever had… your first kiss?”

Xenos swallowed, clenched his fists, and gazed at me. His confidence crumbled like an avalanche as his limbs trembled. “Hey, Miss Suppose, don’t tell me this was your plan all along? This wasn’t a good joke!”

I, who crafted the idea, covered my mouth and giggled, “I suppose.”

Ellen pinched Xenos’s cheeks and pulled it facing her. His mouth hung open when Ellen locked his jaws. “Be lucky… You’re going to experience your first kiss… From a sexy girl like me,” Ellen whispered and pulled out her tongue, exhaling a charming breath that made Xenos blush.

Ellen inclined her head forward, inserting her tongue into Xenos’s mouth. Unable to flee, Xenos moaned in disgust while Ellen groaned to vomit. Shaking uncontrollably like being strangled to death, Xenos’s cheeks puffed from the overflow of Ellen’s stomach acid.

Rox and Guinelle hugged themselves on the corner and screamed, “YUUUUUUUCK!”

My dying laughter lasted for a minute until Ellen exhausted all her vomit reserves. Drops of undigested food tainted both her dress and Xenos’s tuxedo. When Ellen’s lips parted his, she wept the dirt on her face and removed her dress, sporting only her indecent two-piece crimson underwear.

Xenos lost his eyeball’s pupils like he forced his soul to escape. He sat straight with his chin up, leaning back as the puke crawled down his wide open mouth. His body synchronously beat with his loud pulse. In all of our travels, it’s the first time I’ve seen someone dead-looking other than Ellen.

While giggling, I commented, “Do you know Snow White? Everything you did was the complete opposite.”

Halting the nauseating refreshment, the carriage stopped accelerating, pulling Ellen down the wooden flooring. The driver of the carriage, Luan, immediately reported, “Quimora-sama, I’m sorry to interrupt, but it might take us a long detour to reach our destination.”

“Was the earth divided into two?” I asked as the sound of the flowing river echoed within my ears.

“No, the bridge was burned. It will take us half a day before we’ll arrive at the kingdom.”

At this point, we either take the walk into the kingdom to reserve a time. Our clothes would be ruined by sweat, but we don’t have any other choice. Even Entropy can’t fix a single bridge within seconds.

“Does someone who doesn’t have gramps advise them not to burn bridges? They’ll be surprised how many times they have to cross the same river.”