7 || Jerk Statistics show STONKS ||

I was in a state of shock, unsure of what to do. I had never been in this situation before.

"Lancelot, you can leave because I want to talk to my dad," I said.'

"You little shit, listen here. Say bye and leave the fu*king room' I immediately thought into our hearing realm or whatever , I really need to come up with a better name for it . Dammit .

"You don't have to tell me twice," Lancelot Thought back.

"Wait," the emperor's voice boomed throughout the room.

"Did he help you make the chair with the wheels on it?" he asked me.

I was stunned. The emperor had taken my invention from me?

"No, Father, he didn't, but he motivated me a lot," I replied.

"You corny girl," Lancelot thought we a significantly smug face , as statistics show a complete only jerks have that special face and Let me tell You I dont need any fancy-pancy Data-Analyst and Power-point presentation to tell you that Lancelot was a jerk

"Shut up," I though abck

The emperor turned to look at Lancelot.

"I suppose that's the reason Hydrangea took a liking to you," he said.

"Good... my life is saved," Lancelot muttered under his breath.

"Aloy, send a letter to the Austina dukedom. I want Lancelot to become playmates with Hydrangea," the emperor ordered.

'F*ck, playmates? What are we, three?' Lancelot complained.

"You little shit, next time stop sitting on random people's window sills. Next time you may end up dead. You can't tell me what to do," Hydrancea pouted

'Hehe, yes, you're gonna die,' Lancelot replied .

"Reon Austina's son, you may leave the room. I want to speak with my daughter," the emperor said.

"Ah, yes, Your Majesty," Reon replied before leaving the room.

"Bye-bye," Lancelot called out before he left.

"Don't make me slap you, you knuckle-dragging, bamboozled, malfunctioned sh*t," hydrancea threatened.

"You cuss worse than a sailor," Lancelot remarked.

" Farwell um , Your Majesties ," Lancelot replied before leaving in a hurry.

"Hydra, do you want friends?" the emperor asked me.

"Of course, Dad. I want to make a lot of friends," I replied in a cheerful voice.

"You remind me of your mother. She always used to come up with weird inventions, like carriages that move on their own. She called them cars. But in the end, it helped to make this empire," the emperor said fondly.

"Cars... um, Father, did she come up with the wheelchair?" I asked.

"She wrote all of her inventions in her diary, but she used a language even the highest of scholars couldn't decipher. I once skimmed through it and found the same drawing in one of the pages," the emperor revealed.

I was surprised. It either meant my mother was also from Earth, or it meant she was the greatest genius this world had ever seen.

"Father, can I see that book once?" I asked.

"No!" the emperor replied.

"Eh?" I said, taken aback.

"It's yours. You don't need my permission. Also, the wheelchair will be coming soon," the emperor said.

Meanwhile, at a certain dukedom, Duke Austina received some exciting news.

"Reon! The emperor wants Lancelot to become Princess Hydrangea's friend!"

"Eh? Yes! Elrod, go to hell! Hahaha! Hydrangea is my daughter-in-law! I knew it! My son possesses the same charm I have! Hahaha! Lancelot, want a new mansion? It's all yours! Hahaha!" Reon exclaimed.

A simple letter put this family into such chaos , what would a Wedding Certificate do ?