Voltaire Dynasty

Epilogue

Story By: Rozenbach   

Story Assistant: Choco Lily

Editor: Draygan

Artist: Yuuko

** Disclaimer **
The characters in this novel are a work of fiction and are not based on real people other than their names!

Rozen Epilogue

"Haaaa...."

Seated on a boulder, a figure sighed for the umpteenth time.

A beautiful girl in her mid-teens. Her tall, willowy figure gave people the impression of a helpless, innocent maiden who would break at the slightest touch. Yet, a silent determination could be glimpsed in those dark orbs, burning silently like embers, as though waiting for an opportunity to display itself in their full, incandescent glory.

Delicate features were masterfully carved onto the maiden's delicate, oval-shaped face, symmetrically arranged upon a pale, flawless canvas of skin. Long eyelashes that quivered ever-so-slightly at the slightest movement, small cherry lips and a dash of rose-red upon her soft cheeks.

The maiden's long, straight hair was slightly damp with perspiration as it cascaded down her shoulders like an inky waterfall, with a few disobedient strands clinging onto her face. Decked in a traditional, midnight-blue dress of exceptionally high quality, the lack of excessive embroidery only served to highlight the maiden's astonishing beauty. A delicate maroon silk scarf was neatly folded by the girl's lap. Long slender fingers that would make a pianist envious, supported their owner's weight against the rocky seat as she dangled her red clogs off the rocky edge.

Tossing the pebble that she had picked up from the riverbank into the calm, serene surface out of boredom, the maiden watched on listlessly as it bounced off once... twice... three times, before disappearing into the watery depths below. She wordlessly stared at the mirror-like surface, lost in thought as the rhythmic percussion of the ripples ruthlessly tore through her watery reflection. Her lips bore no semblance to a smile or a frown, making her inner thoughts imperceivable and unfathomable, no matter where they might have been scattered in the infinite corners of her imagination. Silently, the maiden took out another pebble from her sleeve and tossed it once more...

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"It's been a while. Ro~"

Rozenbach was down to his last pebble when he heard a feminine voice behind him. The voice was soft, yet clear, much like the tinkling of bell chimes in summer, calm and refreshing. It was a voice that sounded nostalgic yet foreign to him at the same time, as though he had heard this voice before all along.

Rozenbach did not reply, nor did he turn to the source. Instead, he shifted his position on the large boulder and patted the newly-created space on his right. Chuckling in slight disbelief, rustling sounds of shrubbery and brambles grew louder as the distance between two drew nearer. At the sound of quick movements, Rozenbach felt the female presence draw close as she scampered her way up the rock to seat herself by his side. Closing his eyes and lightly sighing, he turned to face his unannounced visitor.

"Yes, it has been a while, Big Sis."

That's right, Rosaline, or Rozie, was the intruder of this silent grove that was devoid of people, seemingly completely disconnected from the rest of this world. Despite having met her many times now, Rozenbach or Rozen couldn't help but sigh when he looked at this immature big sister of his.

Similar to her cross-dressing twin, Rosalina was also cross-dressing, but as a man. Yes, for reasons he could not fathom, Rozenbach's big sister was currently wearing menswear.