Reincarnated: An Anti-Tryhard Tale

04 / Thanks For The Cheat

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Epione's POV.

Bolting away from Professor's shoulder-massaging lessons, my feet unconsciously dragged me towards a pavilion enveloped in bright flowers. The aroma it emitted pierced through my nostrils, casting waves of ecstasy my way. I skipped towards the tea table sited at its centre, after studying its milieu with contained glee.

I pulled a chair out, falling back into it as my body slumped. I stretched my arms out heavenward and heaved euphonically. With eyes shut, lips pursed and posture rigid, I luxuriated in the pleached raptures of light mist and glaring sunlight. The chirps of birds and whispers of trees lullabied me into a doze.

An amorous smile threatened to take its rightful spot on my face as I combed through my tresses with my fingers. Right as I was about to part them into three for a braid, a wince pealed from my right. My brow twitched as I shrugged it off.

My choosing to ignore it was awfully thoughtless on my part. For all I know, the startling din posed countless dangers. Professor would've bellowed in laughter at my reaction, whereas Brother would've personified concerned unease. But worry not, for I managed to slip away from their regards and am the most tranquil I've ever been. And if, by any chance, a perpetrator appears, I shall pull out the dagger from my brooch and engrave my name into their chests. Afterwards, I would clean my blade spotless and presume my lolling.

At least, that was the plan. However, as the wincing only grew more vexing, I was tempted to stand up and slam my fist into whatever was causing such ruckus. And I'm sure you know me well enough to guess that I did in fact yield.

I propped my elbows on the armrests and joisted myself up, smoothening out the wrinkles on my lavish garb. I then headed over to the source, only to find a thorny bush blocking my way. I peered over to see no apertures and scowled. After reaching for my blade, I slashed through its leaves, greatly ruining the serene ambience from earlier. As I was finally done with the cleaving, the scene before me rendered me speechless.

A rabbit of milky fur and golden eyes laid unconscious, surrounded by a pool of blood. The child in me squelched at the gory sight, before my awkward fetish took over. I extended my arm towards it, eyeing the rouge puddle daringly. Just as I was to make contact with the blood, my fingers brushed against the rabbit's fur. As I did, a bright light irradiated from the spot as its pulse returned gradually. Moreover, the blood disappeared as well, much to my dismay.

I grimaced at my loss whilst the rabbit jolted away from me, hitting its back against some thorns. Unfortunately, it was only a graze, so I wasn't able to see the splendour of its blood. I monotonously declared, "I understand, I fear myself too."

It stared at me and nodded solemnly, seemingly able to comprehend my words. Noting this, I chatted some more. "You're quite the smart one," I bent down and rested my head on my arm, "then again, if we go by human hypocrisy- beliefs, rather, as long as beings are able to sustain a life for themselves, shouldn't we consider them very much human?"

"I believe so indeed," I brought a gloved knuckle to its cheek and caressed it placidly. "It's simply due to our innate superiority complex that we draw a line between animals and humans, so to say."

I scooped it up and ran a hand through its fur, vaunting a grin dipped with cynicism. "Who am I to speak? I'm a sheltered princess," I shook my side bangs away. Before I could proceed with my rambling, a wooden door appeared out of nowhere, startling me.