My Parasite Skill System

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Ring!

❮New instructions: …❯

Oh?

"–And what is this ruckus about here?"

The voice came from this way. It's opposite to the main entrance.

"Your Highness!"

"Hm?!"

The stern general immediately reacted with joy and discipline.

He immediately bowed his head, bringing one hand laying flat on his heart.

What about the one big person that so wanted to take care of me according to his regulations?

He hadn't had enough time to slam back his hands onto my counter where my elbows rested–his eyes grew full and wide; he gave a start before turning himself to one of the back entrances of this grand tent.

Tip, tap, tip, tap!

"Shall I be noting insubordination from your respective parts, my generals?–or have you then grown timid and weak about going back to your posts at the frontline?"

And one feminine silhouette made her quick entrance onto the stage of my life.

Raleg still had his eyes set on me, fully rounded, and very serious, when he didn't even actually stare at me.

Lost in his thoughts?

Snapping out of that, he redressed his back and lifted his hands off of the counter where they rested.

All the more quickly, he turned facing that feminine, rather short silhouette as it finally became fully visible, and bowed his hand bringing his right hand onto his heart in the exact same fashion his colleague had done.

"Princess…! Your Highness!"

He was visibly tense, huh. We aren't all that grand, now, heh. Serves you right, annoying human.

"Well, do speak for yourselves, generals."

It was elegant.

She was elegant.

Her aura was elegant.

Wearing a long royal robe going loose from her waist to her upper-heels covering her legs and thigs completely, her boots came to a stop.

And going from her tight waist to her shoulders, the beautiful robe would go up like this, seemingly all the more tightening the lady's big curves, shoulders, neck, and arms.

All of which being amply covered, hid, and protected against wandering eyes under her very long and broad, white cape whose hood wasn't put on, but going limp on and behind her frail back.

Her hair and its bright blondness under her all the more expensive, shiny, and noble headdress appeared flashing to my eyes first.

She made her entrance and was now fully visible to my eyes.

❮New instructions: Talk it out with the third Princess of the Rinceville Kingdom.❯

The Princess of Rinceville, so?

And I gulped to this in expectation.

"–Will you then speak or have you lost your tongues, my generals?"

Ignoring the now also super meek and timid clerk, who wasn't only bowing his head, but also much of his back to the princess stopped all activity and got down to this display of superficial and tedious politeness.

"Your Highness … to what exactly do we owe the pleasure of your visit in the Guild's quarters…?"

"…"

Losing all nervousness and uncomfortableness, I laughed at this inwardly.

The annoying general sure was silent, now.

All people in this place undid their bows at once. Just as if following a well-prepared and reviewed script. Bows being undone, none of them did lack the urge to still be putting on some palpable strictness and reverence.

Expect for my person, maybe, everyone was that way, now.

Oh, and that's my second princess, by the way.

Though she at least seems to be outwardly qualifying for such a post, hm.

Compared to my elven princess, she has the looks of riches and wealthiness.

When a frown appeared on her naturally pale complexion, "Why, but this isn't certainly the point. The Archimage and I talked plans. Shall I reiterate or will your stubborn tongues unknot themselves at once?"

"Yes, Your Highness! That is, we have been retained here for the sole reason of … although I trust General Raleg, here, should be to explain and give insights about …"

"Your Highness, ahem! We have indeed had the audacity to be retained here … because of an adventurer who simply failed to abide by our regulations."

"…"

"No–no insubordination was to be intended by our lack of … or rather, solely my lack of rigidity with regards to the orders … I have found myself in such a position that, I may have deemed my presence here more necessary than my presence out on the battlefield…

"Indeed, I…"

"–Enough of your nonsense, General Raleg."

"–Your Highness, do please let me explain–"

"–It suffices. Be silent. The Grand General has … sigh."

Princess sure seemed angry and tense about this. I'd even go as far as to say that, if anything, she'd been the tensest, here.

No tenser than me (I wasn't tense at all).

Nor tenser than the seemingly oppressed generals.

Nor tenser than the timid clerk, who was now very unabsorbed by his documents and inking, but by this spectacle of right now.

Heh. I seriously can only be scoffing and snorting at this, kind of nervously, inwardly because … I mean, man, seriously?

Why do I always find myself in such situation?

No commonsense whatsoever, and still, I can understand that isn't simply normal, what's going on here.

Maybe the influence of the Guide or something?

Such supposedly normal situations … completely transformed into other utterly different situations.

Well, what can I say?

This is just me, huh. I attract all of this, since I'm so strong. Yes, there must be a correlation between my absurd strength and these funny situations I find myself in, most likely.

What you don't believe me? Then you're jealous. And that's all there is to it.

Let's hope it's gonna calm down, though.

I wanna be normal.

–Her tense and annoyed eyes were now set on me, very quickly.

And I met with those with surprising calm and composure.

"Should even such a child … be the result of all this?"

And nodding to herself with a self-satisfied smirk, yes, yes, we all agreed with her, expect for General Raleg.

–But something felt off!

"Should even … uh…"

She took a step back.

Very warily?

What's … wrong?

Is she staring at me?

Yes, she's staring at me.

But, why with such trembling eyes, eh?

Tilting my head to the opposite side I already was tilting it into, my brows didn't miss to arch up in interrogation.

And shaking my head at her, I sort of said and asked what that was about.

Do I got something on my face?

Surely, there must be something wrong with my face–oh!–it must be that, yes!

Hurrying myself, I performed a slight bow of my head to her, after I took it back up, scratching its back in an embarrassed way.

That must've been it, heh heh.

Don't get the wrong idea, though, it's not like I'm not reluctant to bow my head or something, hm.

I wouldn't simply be stubborn with that regard when it'd get me in trouble.

My head's been bowed!–and I'm outta trouble.

"What is such a … you fools!..."

What is 'that' about, now, again, hmm??

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