Belca ... ? That sounds about right ....
Belca hid a smirk on being complimented on her sword by the Lady. So the Lady was not a lost cause after all, she just seemed to be pansy.
Strangely enough, it also brought a small blush to her face. The feeling she got from being praised was that she wasn't used to being complimented. It felt ... foreign.
"Tch." she mumbled as a way of reply. "Its me, so of course I am."
Which didn't really make sense, but she felt the need to dismiss it as casually as possible.
"So, any more things I should watch out for? Say, like having a bazooka shoved at my face next?" she asked sarcastically, still not completely over her shock. She was pretty sure this wasn't completely normal in the real world ...
Damn, I really hope this isn't a dream. Because if it is, I have a screwed up mind. She thought to herself as the Lady went to the bookshelf and took out a book.
Wait.
A book.
A book.
Something to read.
"I do so love literature," said the Duchess, "I wrote all these books myself about the other chains, feel free to read some if you like."
Belca found her respect for the Lady suddenly going up.
"Thanks." she mumbled before practically throwing herself at the bookshelf. Maybe she could promote her to .... the Duchess, was it?
.... or not.
She hadn't gone through more than ten pages of the first book when her eyes started twitching.
What ... was this?
"We have three days for orientation before this game actually begins, I assume so you can get used to Wonderland and discover your ability as well as learning to work with me."
L-learning to work with someone who wrote things like this?
"Is this just an index of all the scandal that goes on in here?" she asked, honestly hoping she would get a 'yes' in return. If someone could think up things like this .... she shivered. This Lady was really a formidable person.
She didn't dare disobey her, too traumatised to attempt a comeback, and nodded at her, mouthing a small thanks as she took up a tea cake, staring at it like it was a live cockroach.
How do I know she doesn't put virus or something in here which will turn me into a mindless .... trauma-inducing stuff-writer... as well? I swear death would be better than waking up one day and finding a manuscript like that by my bed, and knowing I am the