D-Day

Time is a fickle bastard. It flies like a rocketship on steroids when you're having fun. But it's excruciatingly slow when you're waiting for something. I was about to pull my hair out in frustration. But I didn't 'cause that's a serious offense to my sinfully silky hair. You might think I'm being vain but when you got hair like this, you'd probably be even worse.

Ah. The dilemmas of a beauty.

Anyhow, I passed the time just as usual. Doing the things I normally do. No, I did not stalk my brother. I did not make a fuss. My activities consist of pretty much eating, sleeping, and lazing about. The only exciting part of my days was when I played around with my magic.

I gotta say it. Don't stop me. I don't care whether I would be insulting the Magic Tower, the overseers of magicians in this place, but man do they have shit for brains or something? Who proclaimed that magic is useful only as a weapon? Why are there so little useful lifestyle spells? They have simpler principles and thus easier to create. Though they might appear lackluster but the convenience they give is everything. Were they so used to this medieval primitiveness? I haven't been here that long but my frustrations have definitely escalated to traumatizing levels.

As someone from a place that prioritises comfort and ease, the way the people here use magic is totally restricting. True, there were some ingenious ones but still lacking nonetheless. Oh well, I can kickstart the innovation. I might even get rich overnight if I play my cards right. But I guess that shall need to wait until I arrive and settle down in Mirus.

Anyhow, after a tussle with the fickle bastard called time, it's finally D-day. The day that I will finally leave this cold, frozen tundra of neglect. A devoid of warmth and hope wrapped up beautifully in the guise of a luxurious mansion and a respected household.

Ah what a beautiful morning! What an auspicious day!

At first I thought of just leaving silently, without a single sign or trace. But then I realize that's just unfair to myself and the things that I went through. If I'm going to sever my connections with them, with this place, it's only justified to do it a little bit out of the ordinary. So why not leave them a little message? Something to tickle their mind once they realize that I'm gone. In my opinion, what I was about to leave them is actually tamer than the so-called absurdity that I used to do. Almost endearing. Fortunately, I still have the old butler Wilhelm kind enough to allow some of my requests. More so these past few days.

"Is the breakfast not to your liking, my lady?" Wilhelm asked worriedly, cutting my train of thought. It seems that I have been staring at the food for a while now. I shook my head lightly and turned to him with a smile.

"It's fine, Grandpa Wilhelm. I was just pondering on something. Right. Uhm, may I request something from you? Don't worry. I won't go overboard like those few times. It will be just a little something for my brothers, mother, and father." I pursed my lips and looked at him pleadingly. Wilhelm gave me an awkward gaze but then eventually gave in at my imploring.

"I'll hear it first, my lady. If it's something acceptable then I'll gladly do it." Hearing his affirmative answer, I beamed in delight.

"Well, if it isn't any trouble, will you send my brothers and my parents a plate of my favorite lemon créme cake along with a glass of milk before they go to bed? When you serve it to them, please bring along a bouquet of anemones and sweet pea flowers. For just about a week at most. Starting tonight. And please keep it to yourself that it is under my orders. They're always so busy. It's the least that I could do for them." I said in a soft, shy voice. I even cleared my throat after as if covering up my embarrassment. Wilhelm's benign face lit up in surprise.

Okay. I feel kinda guilty now. Fooling this kind person and having him do my shenanigans. But I have no choice. He's the only one in this household who would listen to my demands. I can't rely on the maids. Especially since it's a long term request.

"If it is only that, my lady then you can count on these old bones. I will make sure to comply with your request. I know the Master and Madame would appreciate your consideration." He responded with undisguised excitement. I cringed internally.

They probably won't. They would probably ignore or even have it sent back. So sorry, Grandpa Wilhelm. You're bound to be disappointed every single night of you serving that platter to them.

How do I know this? Well, it's simple really.

Father dislikes cakes and only drinks a shot of whisky at night. Mother dislikes lemons and refrains from eating desserts after dinner for fear of getting fat. Elder brother Carlisle prefers almonds and nut-flavored desserts and would rather have tea than milk. Clarion knows that I love lemon créme cake and milk and he hates anything that I like.

Sigh.

My guilt multiplied. I should spare Grandpa Wilhelm. I know. But at the same time, I want to see if there would be anyone who realizes the meaning of my actions. I want to know if someone would be able to see my message in that arrangement. And I want to watch whatever reaction they would make.

Yep. I just want to watch their world burn. Call me Toni the Anarchist.

I sent the old butler off with a look and dug into my breakfast whilst wondering what's for dinner later. I'm that type of person. Sorry, not sorry.

'Old Man Hal better make sure it's my favorite.'

You may have noticed by now. My guilt has been overpowered by the intoxicating fragrance of freedom. There was a palpable excitement in my every move. A giggle escaped my lips.