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My personal multiverse travel system

I died. Guilty? Mr. Truck, of course. I met a god, and he gave me a system, and he told me: - I do this for fun, so have fun too. -Well, since you insist. When Sophie is given the chance to reincarnate a multi verse system in exchange for entertaining the heavens, she doesn't think twice and accepts. New worlds, new friends, freedom, and who knows, maybe a reverse harem. If the boys can, why can't I? NT: I will start with Soman Chainani's School of Good and Evil as the first world, this is my first job, so I accept constructive criticism, tomatoes and all kinds of opinions. English is not my mother tongue.

Michijiang · Bücher und Literatur
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Chapter 34: First Day of School (Part 1)

The next morning, fifty princesses were running around the fifth floor as if it were their wedding day.

On the first day of school, everyone wanted to make a good impression on the teachers, the kids, and anyone else who could lead them too Forever.

With the swans always twinkling on the nightgowns, the girls moved between one room and another, painting their lips, adjusting their hair, polishing their nails.

And with so much perfume on top that the fairies fainted and fell down the corridors like dead flies.

However, none seemed remotely close to being dressed and, when the clock struck eight o'clock in the morning to signal the start of breakfast, not a single girl had dressed.

— Anyway, breakfast makes you fat—Beatrix reassured her companions.

— Did anyone see my interiors? — Reena poked her head into the hallway.

Agatha of course hadn't seen them because she was already in the dining room fully dressed, with the help of the system, and a long chat with Sophie ended up decent enough.

She had to change back into one of those hideous pink uniforms. At least he managed to put the rest in his inventory.

She would give them to Sophie at lunch, so she would have something, albeit pink, less fancy to wear for days to come.

She was the only princess in the dining room and was lining up for her breakfast, which appeared to be buffet-style, behind a bunch of princes who had arrived before her.

It seemed that despite being the "princess" who got to enlist faster, she still took much longer than the boys, luckily Jacob waited for her.

She was carrying the boy, who again had to put on some cut and rolled pants and a shirt that went through more or less the same process.

Once again not being able to wear the vest, but on the belt, which had originally been given to wear the knife, he was sporting the sword Sophie had given him.

— This is too sad—commented Jacob, talking about his clothes—Adam if he is looking for something great.

— Sophie fixed Adam's clothes and, as promised, fix ours—Agatha comforted him as she served the boy bacon, egg, and a chocolate chip bread.

Jacob gladly accepted and accompanied Agatha, who had served herself the same breakfast plus some toast, to the table for lunch.

When they were about to have breakfast, they felt someone approaching.

— Can I sit down? — I ask shyly, a red-haired boy.

With emerald green eyes and some freckles, he had a delicate appearance to be a boy, but he still looked strong, he had a dimmed smile.

He looked kind.

— Of course! — said Jacob and invited him to sit in front, with a gesture.

Agatha also nodded.

— I'm sorry for yesterday, little friend—Tristan apologized to Jacob.

— Take it easy! — said Jacob—I did not use the sword—tried to comfort him.

Tristan gave him a sad look back, but he tried to smile.

Agatha thought it was obviously no consolation that a 5-year-old didn't know how to use the sword either, especially since while Jacob's was a dagger, at no point did it seem like he was going to lose it.

The red-haired boy extended his hand to Agatha by way of introduction.

— Tristan, a pleasure—introduced himself.

Agatha shook her hand.

— Agatha, too.

The boys spent the morning between conversations.

Agatha realized that the boy was very nice.

She had never gotten along with a boy, but she believed she could befriend Tristan.

The poor guy was very nervous about his first day of school, especially since the first class of the day would be fencing.

— What? — said Agatha, losing the color of her face.

— Quiet – I try to calm her, Tristan—after what her sister said—Jacob pointed out—yesterday, I doubt that any prince allows the little boy to approach even a butter knife.

Agatha breathed a little more relief.

At least Sophie's sudden pyromaniac impulse conveyed the message.

Either they bought common sense, or they forgot about it.

— Hold on! — Agatha exclaimed suddenly—Can I see your schedule? — He asked the child sweetly.

Jacob handed him the sheet with his lectures, where the following could be read:

JACOB FROM THE DISTANT FOREST

GOOD 1ST

TOWER VALUE 14

SUBJECT / TEACHER

1: FENCING / PROFESSOR SWORD

2: TOILET / TEACHER ELISABETH

3: CHIVALRY / PROFESSOR SOMA

4: STORY OF HEROES / PROFESSOR AUGUST SADER

5: LUNCH

6: GOOD DEEDS / PROF. CLARISSA DOVEY

7: HOW TO SURVIVE FAIRY TALES / YUBA THE GNOME

(FOREST GROUP NO. 3)

Agatha lost all color to see that she could not see Jacob until the fourth class.

The worst thing is that the first class was fencing.

If anything happened to Jacob…

— Agatha – I call Tristan softly – everything will be fine.

— NOT BAD! — exclaimed Agatha altered – how will it be okay? If anything happens to Jacob, no one will find out until 5 hours later.

The whole dining room was listening to the conversation, but Agatha couldn't care less, she was seriously considering tying herself to the child, so they couldn't separate them.

Tristan took her hand and guided her to sit down again.

Until that moment, I notice that he had risen in an impulse of panic.

She was no calmer, but agreed to sit down.

— Agatha, Jacob will not see private lessons – Tristan reminded her calmly – there will be 19 other princes in the class.

— And how is that relevant? — she said still worried – after yesterday, that only worries me more, counting the teacher are 20 different possibilities that some idiot without common sense …

She was interrupted by a serious cough behind her.

She turned around ready to riddle with loggia the prince who tried to deny what she said.

But he met two of the only four boys in this school who he couldn't scold.

Mentally putting the gun away, she set out to be civilized.

— Rhian, Prince Tedros, good morning – greetings Agatha politely.

He should have stood up and bowed, but he had no strength after the rollercoaster of emotions he had just experienced.

— Hello Rhian, Hello Tedros, Hello Chaddick – Jacob greeted each of the new guests.

He stood in the chair waving his little arm as if the boys were on the other side of a crowd and not just a meter away, while dedicating his most radiant smile.

The picture was adorable.

— Good morning Agatha – replied to the greeting Rhian – Hello little one, do you like it yet? — Rhian asked as he held the boy.

— No – Jacob proclaims with a sweet smile – but my sister told me to stay with the guys with common sense, and apparently you're on the list.

—… Thanks for the honesty – said Rhian, a little depressed after a second.

— I don't like you so bad, either – I try to comfort Jacob.

Rhian gave her a smile, but it was a little sad.

He couldn't believe that at the time the boy felt sorry for him.

— What about me? Tedros asked, taking the child from Rhian's arms.

— The same – Jacob replied tenderly and sincerely.

—…