Transmigrator Finally given Vacation! But What!? A Scam!? ÒAÓ (Cover In Progress

Chapter 2 - Draft

"Little brother!? What are you doing with that!? Put that down!" A feminine voice called out from the next room. The girl was only 12 years old when she suddenly saw her 8 year old little brother holding a sharp dagger.

"But I wanna see what papa made.." the little boy pouted, his milky fair skin glowing in the afternoon sunlight through the square window beside him.

"No LuLu! You better behave or I'll call grandma. I mean it!" The preteen threatened, her inner thoughts betraying her outer facade as she stared intensely at the teary eyed boy, her mind on a mess as she argues on to herself. Her precious little brother was just too cute and beautiful that even the 'righteous' little Emilia can barely resist. She had suddenly became a bro-con since Malcolm's day one.

Hearing the older mention their grandmother made the younger shiver in fear, softening Emilia's eyes for a slight moment and made her feel momentarily guilty.

And that little brother Malcolm mentioned was the reincarnated self of Shiro.

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Shiro's Point of View

I whine in protest as I sat on a wooden chair made of dark oak. Thinking through the mistakes and holes in my plan, my cheeks puffed out in annoyance and harmlessly glared at Emilia — who was now my big sister.

Emilia was a pretty 12 year old girl with a strict morality complex —

(A/N: Unlike someone.  ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

— having dark blue hair that she got from our dad, and light purple eyes that we both share from our mom. Like me, we both got our femininity and quick wits from our mother, our stubbornness and swordsmanship talent from our father, and strict/cunning personality from our grandmother.

Life has been pretty simple lately, and I'm still waiting to get older so I can finally have a few quick adventures — hopefully — with my precious and lovely sister, Emilia.

(A/N: this sounds sarcastic for some reason... no offense EmiliaIV.

And yes, I'm dragging you in here. XD)

As for my appearance, I somehow had my late grandfather's albino-ish white hair — which is known to be very rare and mysterious. Like before, I had light purple eyes, and skin similar to creamy milk.

I'm hoping to have good muscle when I get older...

In this world, I chose a mixed fantasy world this time. With mythical creatures and beasts known to be nonexistent from Modern day worlds, magic and cultivation varying in many places. And a few types of humanoid races such as beastmen, fae, demons... otherworldly heroes and/or people from a few Earths. You know, the latter.

Specifically, in this world, there is only one continent. And this continent is divided by 4 kingdoms, namely the Phoenician Kingdom — which is where I live, The Draconian Kingdom, the Faustian Lands and the Forest of Gaia.

Other than some exotic plants, animals, beasts, and monsters that I'm already used to, I'm more interested in the Adventurers Guild that I never get to experience. Getting to actually show off some cool magic at the Academy of Swords and Magic would be cool, heck! Maybe even actually stirring up some teenage drama would be entertaining ╮(╯_╰)╭.

"Malcolm Lucian Blackthorne! Are you even listening!?"

Snapped out of my monologue, —

(A/N: I don't know what word to use. Bear with it or leave it... ╮(╯_╰)╭)

— I stare at the feminine figure towering over me. Those rosy cheeks, peachy fair and smooth looking skin, and the deep sea blue hair that puts the ocean to shame. Surely, it can make bent men straight, and straight women bend. I wonder, would I be able to do the same when I'm older..?

(A/N: *cough! Cough! C0UGH!* ack- *chokes*)

"Yes..?"

Obviously sensing my lie, Emilia sighed in defeat.

"What am I going to do to you..?"

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(A/N: Still a draft. Will work on it later when my leftover brain cells work...)