This was the fifth time she consumed a slice of triple chocolate flavored cake. She was fully aware that it was out of her usual routine to eat more than a slice of cake, no matter the flavor, but her body kept consuming it. What made her become a filthy beast over cake was out of her idea. All she could do was keep consuming the cake and request another one. This was getting repetitive and was getting on her nerves, but there was something that made her continue the undesirable act, no matter how much her own conscious protests.

The woman should stop this act right now. Finishing her desserts, she took a sip on the teacup filled with lemon tea, which was not her usual drink, and placed it back on the saucer. She felt... intense longing. For something she cannot even fathom could made her feel frustrated. Why did she kept dreaming about seeing that foul creature? Why did her heart ache whenever she was awoken by her slumber? And why was she kept having fantasies in a rather normal circumstances of the world, where there was no war and conflicts? As much as she hated to admit, she had to find some lead on the root of this... strange feeling. Was it love? Was it the term the kids use whenever they look up to someone? Crush? Admiration? Inspiration?

Her head was starting to ache as she kept thinking deeper on the thought. This was futile, and only a waste of precious minutes. She need to take a stroll on Kagutsuchi and find an answer. Hopefully, this would be answered.

"Nago! Gii!"

In an instant, two familiar figures emerged on her view. "Yes, Princess?"

"I am extremely bored of eating the same flavor of this cake. I wish to spend some time Kagutsuchi to make my brain active again due to the lack of entertainment of this place. I shall be back soon."

Before her servants could even open their mouths to speak, the mistress was already gone from their sights.

"Hmph."

Rachel was in front of an old-looking library building. This was a good place to search for answers. Reading a book would definitely enhance her knowledge about other things. And to prevent herself from being the sight to behold, she was dressed in a comfortable plain white cotton tee shirt that was fitted enough to show off her curves, a smooth long black skirt that reached below her knees, on-the-knee white socks to match her outfit, and her black leather boots. Her hair was down to avoid being mistaken as a child.

Rachel entered the library and went to the area where people read the book from the library. As she was about to search for something to read, she spotted Ragna reading a red book. Hold on a minute, Ragna The Bloodedge, the most feared human being on this area, was sitting on a library, too absorbed on reading a red book. She could not help but stifle a giggle at the rare sight. This was a decent start at her stay.

Curiosity invaded her mind as she slowly approach the man, who did not even moved an inch. The woman wondered what was he was reading, since it was unlike him to read books in the beginning. She could not even imagine such rude person as him would actually be focused on reading a book. Her thoughts were disrupted when a sudden slam was heard nearby. She witness Ragna pointing a finger toward her, with a baffled expression.

"Y-you! What the hell are you doing here, rabbit?!"

Rachel let out a brief yawn as she stare at Ragna with a small smirk on her lips. "Isn't it improper to greet someone you know on that manner?"

The man could only leer as a retaliation. Of all times, she had to appear like a ghost. And then ruin what you were planning to do. And then mock you because of how stupid you were. This was their usual greeting to each other. Much to his dismay, he actually didn't mind this kind of interaction with Rachel. And what he had read earlier definitely solidified his assumptions. But, should he tell her? Was it the right time now?

The blond woman tilted her head to the right, amused at the expressions the man was showing as he was deep in thought. She cleared her throat to get his attention. "I see that you are rather absorbed about what you had read on that red book of yours. Would you be willing to share your feedback about it?"

Crap. She noticed. Was he was that obvious? "Er, um, it's just a stupid book! It's not like reading's a way to entertain yourself!" He was bluffing at this point, a nervous grin was shown on his face and he could feel his sweat rolling down on his face. "And, uh, yeah! You should just go somewhere and stare at your garden or something!"

Rachel took the book from the table, making a mark on the page it was on by folding the corner of the right page. All Ragna could do was gaze in horror as his stupidity dug his grave too early than he could thought. The woman sweetly smiled to mock the horrified man. "I suggest that we should continue our chat on a place where we are permitted to talk as loud as we wish."

As much as he wanted to complain, she was right. He realized that if he refused, he would be louder than before, thus drawing attention to themselves, which would cause serious trouble for him. He sighed in defeat, raising his hands as a sign that he was surrendering to her offer. "Fine, you win, rabbit. You decide where, okay?"

She crossed her arms and gave him a satisfied smirk. "Well then, we shall discuss this topic at my room."

Ragna's cheeks heated up. Her room? Of all locations, why it had to be her room?! What would that old man think of him when he's talking to her inside her room?! What if he was having sick thoughts that he was sexually assaulting her?! He shuddered in disgust, but he could not complain. He had to suck it up. The man gave her a small nod.

Rachel noticed the guy's reddened cheeks as she was about to raise her right hand. "Is your tiny brain finally processing how alluring I look from the outfit I'm currently wearing right now?"

Flabbergasted, all Ragna could do was blush deeper and stutter non-stop. How could this bunny-leech made him feel worse than he was feeling now?!

A/N: Here's hoping it doesn't get bad. Wrote this one late at night. Hope you all enjoy.