READ NOVEL ONLINE Elion-Nosco Chronicles #4 – The Secret Admirer (+18)
Atop a Fancy Roofdeck on Concirrica Castle:
Philia purred in pleasure as the Maids took off the cloak that shrouded Eliria, after being freshly bathed they had (on her instructions) to adorn her otherwise naked body in only jewelry. Multiple necklaces, anklets, bracelets, and expensive rings on her fingers and toes. Apart from her collar, the only other piece of clothing that covered a considerable amount of skin were the high-heeled sandals on her feet.
“The Lady Eliria, your Grace.” Selphie bowed, as if presenting a work of art.
Philia motioned for a chair. Which surprised the maids, thinking she would simply have her kneel on the floor.
“You’re so thoughtful, it wouldn’t do to scuff that expensive toe rings and anklets… they look expensive you know.” Ingrid said as she sat opposite the princess.
“I’m that Secret Admirer.” Philia said in English, her eyes straying at Ingrid’s breasts and the jewelry wrapped on her nipples.
“No shit, Sherlock.” Ingrid replied as she took the princess’ cup and helped herself to some brandy. The Princess held up a hand as if to calm the maids, some looking ready to hit the disrespectful former friend of their mistress.
Ingrid put down the cup “Looks like I won’t be making that job interview, you hiring, Melrondia?”
“Please” Philia said “don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already, it’s me, THE Philia Lovelock, Star Lotus, remember?”
“Dunno.” Ingrid lazily twirled the cup around its handle. “There’s probably a few billion people in this world just like ours, it could’ve been coincidence. Besides, what are the chances you're reborn having the same name?”
“Same name?” Philia half-rose from her chair, noticing the maids react she brought up a hand again to make them stand down “We’re both brought back with the same face! Not to mention, we’re both brought back. That’s already a mystery enough.” she sat back down, pouring herself a drink.
“You’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little suspicious Melro-”
“Philia.” she said firmly, pausing to finish her drink “ And don’t call me by whatever name my bitchy corrupted self used. Do you think I enjoyed doing what she did?”
“But you do remember.” Ingrid poured herself another cup.
As the two were speaking in English, their conversation perplexed all of the maids.
Ariane leaned towards Selphie and whispered “Can you understand what they’re saying?”
“No.” Selphie whispered back “I’ve never heard her speak this language before. But she had always been a peculiar girl ever since she was born.” she explained to Ariane, she was the newest member of Philia’s personal troupe of maids so she could forgive her for not knowing the mistress’ peculiarities.
“So, what do you want to do then, Ingrid?” Philia asked flatly. “Kill me again? I probably deserve it. I’m not going to threaten you by saying you’ll be hunted, I actually wrote a will that should help you at least get a head start.”
Ingrid’s eyes, which had been slightly glowing, dimmed slowly. “Shit, you got it worse than me. You’ve revived with nothing but your rich daddy’s money. ” she confirmed Philia’s aura was much like that of a “civilian” if she wanted to punch her into orbit she would just explode in a spray of gore and bones everywhere.
“Rich daddy’s money that could go away if we don’t do something.” Philia sighed “I’m going to be in such deep shit if I try to get you pardoned… even if you escape guess who their scapegoat is?”
“You’re a freaking Princess” Ingrid scoffed “...how is MY escape going to put you in trouble? You’re not the one guarding me 24/7!”
“I’m afraid it’s only going to be matter of time they discover that I’m behind the Otherworlder Summoning by making Eliria do it, that’s why.”
“What the hell, Philia!?” Ingrid cried “She was your friend!” on saying this she had gotten up and slammed her palms to the table, knocking her chair to the floor. This time around, Selphia and Clara, another senior maid had quickly moved to Philia’s side but she shoved them away, or tried to, but she wasn’t strong enough. The two relented and took only a few steps back. Ingrid ignored their glares and put her chair right back up so she could sit.
“Eliria knew about me. I told her I was someone reincarnated from Earth… and that’s why I looked a little sad everytime I saw her face, which was exactly like yours. She also had her own set of problems after her own family threw her out…that has nothing to do with you by the way, we still communicated in secret and she basically said that she was planning to bring you in. Her life was going nowhere. Sure, she hated the family she was in, especially after they threw her out, but she never hated this world.”
Philia paused to take two full shots to calm herself down.
“She joined the Red Moon because they were targeting the Royal Family, and more importantly, me. Ever since I’ve been Isekai’d here I’ve been using my “Daddy’s Money” and influence to improve life around. I became a target for the cult because they couldn’t sway our people to their side. They figured that without me-”
“People would be pissed and they’ll be signing up in droves” Ingrid interrupted.”...and she planned to use an otherworlder summoning to get me in and hopefully reconnect with you.”
“Of course! That was Eli-AAAAH! Stoooop pulling my cheeks!” Philia flailed her arms as Ingrid pulled them. Selphie and Clara sighed but made no move to interrupt them.
“..what if you summoned some asshole!? Did you skip history class or something? I learned that in two hours after getting my “Fuck Me” tattoo!” Ingrid said in annoyance.She relented and sat back down. “Fine, I guess. I figure that once she joined the cult there was no way of her getting out anyway. And I’m guessing she was the one that tipped off the knights?”
“Yes!” Philia pouted, rubbing her palms over her cheeks “So here we are… I’m probably about to get thrown out myself, and you have this opportunity to make a run for it.”
“I don’t know…” Ingrid leaned back on her chair, jiggling a little more than usual thanks to the nipple rings. “I bet these tramp tats are permanent.”
“I seem to recall you removing some embarrassing arm tattoos once you became Star Lily.” Philia narrowed her eyes. “Using your own mana and broken healing factor.”
“I’ll stay, what the hell? You’ve risked yourself to bail me out with paperwork and based on what you’ve told me, you’re legally not allowed to drive in a convertible. I’ll do it, let’s be fuck buddies.”
“That’s not the term I want to use” Philia huffed, for once turning her eyes away from Ingrid.
“Philia, yesterday I was tied up naked in a room full of hunky guys as they watched a tattoo artist ink what was probably a “Please Fuck Me” sign above my crotch and probably a “spank here” on my butt. And I got these rings that not only draw the eyes in but make No Nut November impossible. And I know even back then you’ve been trying to awkwardly ask me out.” Ingrid smiled and paused as she watched the full-clothed Princess before her turn red and cover her face. “You think I’ll forget the time you accidentally swiped your phone and I saw that ‘Crooked Tie’ app? I know that’s a girl-on-girl dating thing. So yeah, I’m game.”
“It’s sooo awkward to ask someone I know!” Philia cried out
“I didn’t see you having trouble having eye contact with your maids, or is that why their costume looks like that?” Ingrid asked, noting the very low-cut cleavage baring tops and super short skirts.
“That’s different!” Philia half-yelled, trying to keep her voice down.
“Come on now” Ingrid leaned forward, grinning like a lion cornering a mouse “I don’t thnk there’ll be any rules against dating your former co-worker…”
“F-fine! Let’s go down hell together when “my Daddy” disowns me!” Philia said, slapping Ingrid face, she knew that if Ingrid wanted to, her aura would shred her hand as if she stuck it down a set of grinding gears, but it made contact with her face. Even then, Ingrid Blair was still tough without her aura, she was someone that hunted down her, or rather Melrondia’s SEED minions long before she was a Magical Girl.
“Insolence!” Philia half-rose, speaking back to the native language of Terragaia. “Do not presume too much, slut! Know your place!” Attempting to hide her embarrassment she turned and stormed away. “Selphie! Prepare her for this evening’s banquet, I must show them my greatest prize!”
“Your hands are soooo soft” Ingrid called out in English. Selphie loomed over her, her face shrouded in anger.
“I don’t know what you and the mistress have been saying, but it seems you’ve made your situation much more difficult now, Come with me.”
"Please send her my apologies" Ingrid said politely, Selphie wasn’t sure if she was mocking her by assuming a polite and meek voice or was genuine.
“You will be apologizing soon enough.” Selphie jerked her head indicating she standup. Putting the cloak back on Ingrid and making sure it formed a hood over her head she led her back the way came. “Tonight, you will be displayed at the banquet for our entertainment. I hope you still remember your manners.”
“Actually, I’ll need you to remind me how that’s done.” Ingrid said in her casual voice. “I hit my head you see…”