The Princess of Kindness The Queen of Cruelty

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She took a moment to register the princess’s words, fingertips finding their way to touch upon her lips in shock. How could someone treat a princess with such indecency?! Whoever that person was should be thankful this woman before Kirumi held the virtue of one who carried no guards—or rather that they had not accomplished this cruelty in her country.

❝ Your kindness, Ma—Ah, no, Mistress, extends far beyond my understanding, but…to deny your reward would show rudely at this rate—how could I deny the reward of royalty? ❞ Even though she truly didn’t believe she deserved this, the feeling of obligation to accept it had overtaken her. ❝ Even if I am not truly worthy of a princess’s kindness, I shall not object any longer; I thank you from the bottom of my heart for this. ❞ Fingers removed from her face, she placed this upon the fabric of her skirt, lifting it up to curtsy. ❝ My name is Toujou Kirumi, Mistress, and I live in dorm number 853. ❞

━━━━━━━━━ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒹.

                              ‘ It’s nice to meet someone with such                                   lovely manners. My, I almost feel                                   nostalgic of home. ’

She mused as she made a mental note of the dorm number. She’d send a servant there to deliver the package - as if someone of her status would be caught in that awful place. She’d rather limit how much she surrounds herself with people so low on the food chain.

                              ‘ Toujou-san, then, you should look forward                                   to the gift that will be there by tomorrow                                   dusk. I may also have to consider giving                                   you an exception to entering the main                                   course in case I require you’re assistance                                   in the future. It is not often I get the chance                                   to meet someone like yourself. ’

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Nimble fingers made short work of this disgusting trap that held the woman in place; whoever had thought this a clever rouse surely should expect some sort of karmic retribution for their actions. As soon as the lock had been released and the mechanism gave way to her hair flourishing back to her side, her arms were straight back to her front, a sign of respect to show she did not wish to continue to touch the property of another.

❝ …A reward? ❞ She tilted her head ever so slightly in confusion; for simply releasing her hair from this gate’s grasp, she would grant her something of a prize? ❝ Oh, you flatter me, Ma’am, but there is no need; it was my pleasure to assist you in your time of need. ❞

━━━━━━━━━ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒹.

                                ‘ Absurdité. Someone who offers assistance                                     to the Princess of Ludenberg, regardless of                                     status in society, must receive a reward for                                     their kind actions. Such is a policy. ’

She explained, combing through her hair extensions to try and loosen the frazzled hair.