Kiltering Mayhem

—Mireya is my Spark Name, but everyone prefers to call me "Reina", apparently means "Queen", and over the years, they say I am as inflexible as one.

—I would have said you are "Majestic" as a "Queen", but every person focus on what is relevant to them.

—How sweet and thoughtful of your part, now hurry up and take a shower, i don't want someone starting a fight against you due to your current apparency.

—I would do as you command Queen Mireya.

I respond making a respectful bow before advancing towards my room.

{The day has ended pretty soon, even with 50 hours in it, feels like its not enough time for everything one wants to achieve}

Inside of my room i gather my clothes noticing that i do not have a towel.

{*Sigh*, Tomorrow i have to aquire anything that a young man like me should need for his Academy life}

The fleeting sound of a known voice comes from the window, opening it, i encounter a pleasing sight.

The room of Marckza is in the building next to mine in the Guest House, and she is half naked from her upper body, having only a green sports bra, matching the emerald shade of her irises.

Surprise is evident on her, as the size of her eyes is widened and her glare goes towards her unprotected chest.

Finally reacting to my sudden presence, she attempts to cover her large bosom with her arms, but is clearly an unattainable task due to her voluptuous silhouette.

—Stop staring at me pervert!.

Her ashamed voice is a sweet nectar that i wouldn't mind to be drowned in it.

—Stop showing yourself then, exhibitionist.

The counterattack is so swift that Marckza can only blush in response, maybe she has some tendencies that fit such description.

—Shut up!… , it wasn't on purpose!.

"—What wasn't on purpose?".

A coquettish voice asks to Marckza, she quickly respond the question with a serious and cutting intonation.

—Nothing…

"—Then you are coming tomorrow with us".

—I can't, I have a meeting with someone else.

"—Don't be like that… , No… , Is a man isn't it Mazza?, You are always upfront and tell with who are you going, invite him over and everything is solved, I want to know what kind of Man has fancy you… , Im going to dinner, so don't take too long, see you downstairs".

The sound of a closing door is barely audible, Marckza looks at me and sights with exasperation.

—I have duties to take care of, Would you like to accompany me tomorrow Trektör?.

—Sure, But, What are we gonna do exactly?.

—Enter in a new "Incrusted Debris", is not a big deal and can give you some insight of what you can expect of the Academies, all of them in Karantana have at least six programed incursions per year.

{I don't see why not, and passing more time with her is a really nice plus}

—So Little Eslana, Should i go with combat gear?.

—Yes, is a requirement, even when the danger is almost non existent.

—In that case, see you tomorrow morning in the entrance of your residence, gorgeous, thanks for the invitation and the enticing view, have a good night.

—See you tomorrow too, Pervert!.

She closes her window and i do the same, turning around and grabbing my clothes to take the shower.

Once inside of the bathroom i start to undress me, looking my reflection in the mirror and giving a last look to my long hair.

Among my belongings, I have a flashlight that is also a knife, holding it, the grey blade quickly turns into a dark maroon metallic shade, as the edge takes an energized appearance of a cyan hue.

Transmitting Vyåhö through my body, I limit how much of it reinforce my hair, with that, i pass the edge of the knife against me, cutting off my long hair, getting rid off of my beard and moustache too.

In less than a minute my maroon burgundy upper hair is brimming with a metalized apparency, as my black under hair is extremely short.

With my face completely free of facial hair, is easy to notice my sharp chin, the cyan glow of my eyes and the implacable expression of a seasoned soldier.

{Gosh, i look like someone ready to obliterate whatever cross my path… , Maybe it wasn't a good idea, *Sigh*, To late to feel regret Trektör…}

The door of the bathroom is opened and the Landlady goes inside carrying several towels, she freezes the moment our sights meet up, checking me out and immediately noticing the erection that Marckza induced in me.

—Who are you?.

—Trektör, your new tenant Queen Mireya.

—I-I am really sorry!, I didn't recognize you!.

The panicked reaction of the Landlady is only matched by her distress, putting the towels on the nearby furniture while she turns around to hide her embarrassment.

—The door lock doesn't work, I should have mentioned to you before, that's why we put up the sign that the bathroom is occupied.

—What sign?.

My question makes the Landlady tilt her head to the door, which triggers a scream full of fury out of her.

—Vanisha!, come right on this moment young lady!.

Hurried step are heard from the corridor, and the voice of a woman answers to the Landlady.

—What can i do for you Reina?.

The anger of the Landlady doesn't subside at all, scolding the woman i haven't seen yet.

—Don't ask me like you didn't knew!, Where's the "Occupied" sign, young lady?.

—Oh!, Is in my possession, How clumsy am i, let me put it on his rightful place.

—W-Wait!…

Distress overflows the Landlady reaction as the person who speak earlier enters in my view, a Felinaid Thaigrin woman.

{I have encounter more interspecies unions this day than in the rest of my entire life; Most likely is more feasible to have high "Talent" due to this factor}

The young woman's feline features are quite graceful, greatly emphasizing her tigress characteristics thanks to her Thaigrin bloodline.

Dark orange fur that almost looks like terracotta and the strips are of a shade identical to the "Lovecolaid" soda, same colour of her long wavy hair with some touches more lighter like the foam of that drink.

Being unable to stop the young lady, the Landlady only becomes more embarrassed, since the young lady can see my naked body.

—Wow, what a hungry "Damsel" you are Reina, and nice package do you have handsome, Although everything about you looks appetizing, doesn't it Reina?.

—Y-Yes…

The Landlady quickly regains her composure, taking the sign from the young lady's grasp and putting it on the door.

—The dinner is going to be ready in 40 minutes at most Trektör.

Calmness prevails in the voice of the Landlady, however, her cheeks are bright red and her sight is not towards me.

—I understand Queen Mireya, I appreciate your concern and careful backup, I will use one of the towels if there is no problem with it, apparently, I forgot mine, I will go tomorrow to buy a new one.

—Of course you can use them…

Said the Landlady closing the door, something that wasn't of the liking of the Felinaid Thaigrin woman.

"—He seems good, you should go after him."

"—That is not of your business, and stop making this prank or i am going to use you as my new Target, my shotgun aim is getting rusty."

"—Fine~, but you didn't refuse the idea of going after him…"

*Shck* *Shck*

{Isn't that the sound of pumping the mechanism of a shotgun?}

"—Get back young lady, First I have to check that the cylinder head is secure…"

{Maybe the Landlady is not an Angel and more like an Archon, Jajaja}

Finishing my shower in the next minutes, I proceed to wear my pajamas, olive green shirt and pants.

{This clothes are a bit too tight, *Sigh*, i suppose the mass of my muscles can still increase significantly over the years}

Going to the dining room, I can see the Landlady sitting in the main seat, accompanied by two young men and a lady that I don't know, the latter being besides the Felinaid Thaigrin woman of before.

—Thanks for the food Queen Mireya.

I say politely in an exaggerate bow, the Landlady plays along, depicting an authoritative but still soft tone.

—No need to thank me Trektör, I am a merciful and caring governor.

—Especially with a shotgun in her hands.

Comment the Felinaid lady, To which the Landlady responds with a simple "—Looks like someone needs another lesson."

Some laughs appear, and once the Felinaid lady finish her meal and leaves the table, the rest of the dinner becomes quite peaceful.

{Aside the Landlady everyone was pretty fake with their interactions towards the Felinaid lady, probably due to her Thaigrin bloodline, similar to the "Insane Mad Tyrant", The Thaigrin once dominate the southwest continent, it was almost two and a half years ago, but most people can't go over events that occur in the distant past, and relate them to others in the meantime, even if there is no proofs or real understandings that support such response}