"Good grief. Not another one."
Camilla's eyes flickered toward the direction where the baritone voice came from to her left. In the corner table of the room, a person sits on an ornate white chair while sipping on a cup of hot coffee in his left hand and holding a pen in the other. His blue hair contrasted well with his regal attire, but it seemed too stuffy for a child to wear.
"I beg your pardon?"
The boy put his cup on the table and then gestured at her form with an open hand. "This. While I understand the appeal of having a doting older sister trope, it is much too overused and generic. The yandere aspects of your character only add acidity to an already sour deal. "
He picks up his cup again, "how my master manages to be so fond of your type is frustrating and something I might never truly understand."
He takes another sip before sighing in satisfaction. "And I understand people very well… Miss Camilla."
Camilla doesn't know what a yandere is, but she is sure that somehow she should feel offended by this child's assessment of her. Not willing to let herself be talked down to by a child, she kept her cool and walked toward the rude boy.
"You must be little Hans, Gudako sent me here to let you know that she wants you to 'evaluate' my potential?"
"Tch. Damn that gacha addict master of mine. Are you sure? My evaluations can be quite brutal... I won't hold back even if you start crying you know? "
"Pumpkin promised she would summon my darling Corrin to Askr in the next summoning session. If seeing my beloved Corrin means I have to suffer through a tongue-lashing by such a cute boy, then I don't mind~" she pressed her fingertips together while giving Hans a sweet smile.
"Besides, I am used to hearing worse from my own subjects so no matter what you say, It won't even scratch my skin."
"Hmm... we'll see about that." He stared at her for a second before he spoke once more.
"This Corrin, what are they to you? A relative perhaps?"
The woman's everpresent 'Onee-san smile' stretched further toward her eyes, "Oh very much so. He is my cute little brother. He is someone I have been longing to meet again since I was summoned. Despite all the cute little sweethearts in this castle, I still miss my darling little dragon. Oh, I can't wait to spoil him again~"
A hot rush of emotions flooded her face. She really couldn't wait to see him again.
"...Wow and a genuine bro-con too. Master truly has an eye for waifus. To think a depraved person such as yourself shares the same name as the mythical warrior virgin, Camilla of the Volsci, how shameless."
She stopped her daydream and gave him a look, "oh my. While I know not of the woman who shares my name, accusing a lady of being a whore will not be taken lightly, even if the accuser is a boy"
She leaned in forward, almost as if she were to whisper in Hans's ear, "Are you envious of all the other good boys and girls for having a caring and loving older sister~?"
Hans snorted, "Please, I would rather be buried alive than be envious of some sick, perverted otaku who fantasizes about screwing his own sister." Camilla leaned away from Hans, her eyes widened at the rather crude remark. Hans didn't let her collect her thoughts before he continued.
"There's a distinct difference between jealousy and envy, the former means you fear losing something or someone while the latter is desiring possessions, qualities, or people of another. None of such states would describe what I am feeling at the moment."
Camilla furrowed her brows, that was not something she was expecting to hear. "Oh? Then pray tell little Hans, what are you feeling in that black little heart of yours?"
Hans leaned forward, the squeak in his chair adding to the suspense of the answer Camilla was anticipating.
"Pity."
"Pity?"
Hans leaned back as he nodded again with confirmation, "Pity. "
Camilla felt a small pang of dread in her stomach, somehow she knew she was going to regret asking.
"Why do you feel pity?"
"I believe you mean 'to who' do I feel pity for rather than 'why do' I feel pity. Seeing as how I am a generous author who makes time for his reader's questions, I will answer both for you. I pity the poor abandoned pups you picked off the street and locked up in your closet."
For the first time since Camilla entered the room, her playful smile disappeared, "What do you mean?"
"Are you deaf, woman? I meant what I said. I do not feel envious, or jealous of any person that was unfortunate enough to grab your attention. The moment you set your sights on them, they were doomed to endure having such a basic harpy as a warden for their love."
Camilla clenched her fist, the tension in her hands had already whitened around the cold leather pommel of her war ax. The stoic expression had disappeared, and in its place was an angry scowl that scrunched her unblemished face into a terrifying sight that rivaled a Hannya mask.
"That's a rather amusing, but expected reaction, you truly are a psychopathic yandere. You delude yourself into believing that your love is the only thing your victims need, that mother knows best. Yes. You want to shower your siblings in love and coddle them because they are your 'sweet little babies.' You want to make sure they receive the very thing you were deprived of when you were their age, a mother's love. Heh, how cliché."
Camilla squirmed, which regrettably told the little blue goblin in front of her that he had hit the nail on the head, "And you want to know the worst part? Despite your good intentions, all your coddling does is make your loved ones weak. They stagnate and suffocate under those balloons of fat you call 'motherly love.' As a result, they end up becoming naive children who are too incompetent to clean their own ass without mommy's help and die shortly after your death. That or they become entitled brats who end up getting themselves killed when they offend the wrong person."
Hans brought the cup to his face once more, but this time took a loud slurp, which angered an already annoyed Camilla even further.
"So if you really loved your precious Corrin that much, let them leave the nest. Or else you will have only yourself to blame when they inevitably die-"
The sound of groaning metal echoed in the room. An iron ax blade was now firmly encasing the circumference of Hans Christian Andersen's head. Unfortunately for the aggressor, her attack had no effect. The ax was riddled with cracks and with a slight tilt of the boy's neck, the blade shattered into a flurry of metal bits.
Camilla's bangs covered her eyes, her upper jaw chewing on her lip.
She poured every ounce of her strength into that attack. She was no slouch in her training, as she had used a similar attack to bisect a faceless that nearly killed her beloved Corrin. And yet, not a single strand of his blue hair was harmed by her vicious attack.
"That surprised me-I mean, How cute. If I were just a normal boy, my head would have been split like a log. Unfortunately for you, I am a Heroic Spirit, I am an entity that far outclasses any paltry attempts humans have of harming me. Regardless of how much you train your flesh or temper your steel, the reality is that such efforts are futile to even hurt a lower level servant, let alone a Heroic Spirit that is at NP level 5."
A slap came next.
Hans wasn't hurt, but he didn't even seem to be caught off guard by the slap, almost like he was expecting it. Unbeknownst to Camilla, Hans could feel the emotions behind the nostalgic assault on his face. Many women and men had done the same to him when they rejected him, one more wouldn't make a difference. If anything, Camilla ended up hurting herself more than she did to Hans.
Before he could voice his opinions, Camilla had already turned her back on him and stomped out of the room, not even bothering to sway her hips for the bastard man-child who saw through her.
"No matter the time or world, the ending result is all the same."
That was the last thing Camilla heard before she slammed the door behind her as she left, nearly breaking the door from its hinges, leaving behind an apathetic Hans.
Camilla heard a female voice, but she was too blinded by rage to listen so she just ignored it in order to avoid accidentally killing her. She needed to stab something, preferably something small and blue.
Authors Note: Here is the second chapter, plus the link for the image of Camilla slapping Hans.
Image is on Deviantart, copy paste this on mobile after the dot com, if you can't copy paste, you gonna have to type it out. FFN is not the most link friendly site.
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