Naval Terror (Azur Lane Fanfiction)

The Night of Terror

?: WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE?!?! YOU CALL THIS A SOLUTION?!

Hall-breaking screams rent out into the open air, as a man scolded a young boy for failing to find the correct solution for a maths problem.

?: FREZRO, HOW MANY TIMES WILL I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT 'A' SQUARE PLUS 'B' SQUARE IS NOT 'AB' ?!?!

Frezro: I-I'm sorry sir, it-it won't happen again!

He was sobbing too much to answer properly. At that time, Frezro's father came busting into his room.

??: What's going on, master Freddie?

Tutor Freddie: Ah, master Charlie.

His tone of voice immediately changed, as he turned towards Frezro's father.

Charlie: W-What's going on? Why's there so much chaos here?

Tutor Freddie: Well, master Charlie, you see, Frezro is not being able to handle the problems quite well, as is quite......failing at it.

Charlie turned towards his son, who was sobbing hardly. He slowly turned towards his father, showing his pearl face to him.

Charlie: Erm.......master Freddie, I think that's enough for today, we will meet you again this day next week.

Tutor Freddie was taken aback by a bit, but fearing that he would be questioned by the royal family, he nodded, and took his leave.

Charlie then proceeded to go towards Frezro, and hugged him.

Frezro: F-Father, it's his f-fault! H-He was not explaining it to me!

Charlie: *headpat* It's all fine now, shhh......I know, I know, I'll tell him when he comes back the next day.

A woman comes up in a very fashionable royal attire, and looking at Frezro, she heads towards him.

???: What happened dear? Why is he crying?

Charlie: Oh, just a bit of a misunderstanding.

Frezro was still sobbing, but with reduced intensity. The woman thought of the party ahead, and tried to divert Frezro's mind by cheering him up.

???: Ooh, Frezro, get ready fast! You don't want to miss Uncle Brixter's party, do you?

Frezro almost immediately changed his mood, and enthusiastically ran to his cupboard to choose from an assortment of royal clothing. 

Frezro: Father! Father! I want to wear this one! this one!

He pointed towards a royal red-coloured coat, with a gold chain hanging from the chest, and was buttoned. 

???: That one? I suggest you wear the blue one.

Frezro: No! No, I want to wear this!

Charlie: It's okay, Maria, let him choose this time.

Maria: A-Alright.

Frezro: Yes, father's the best!

Charlie: Haha, alright alright, now quickly wear that, or we're gonna get late.

With great enthusiasm, he wears his outfit, and later Charlie gets dressed. After that, they walk out of their mansion, Frezro running in front of them with full speed, making it hard for the maids to get control of her.

Charlie: I wish I had as much energy as him.

Maria: Haha, me too, I've grown sick of my back pain.

????: Master Frezro, please calm down, you might get hurt.

He ran towards the Rolls-Royce (gee, they're rich.), and without giving time or the chauffeur to open the doors, he jumped in, and seated himself.