The Clumsy Girl—Sheele

The clumsy girl Sheele may not recognize Selene, but how could her parents, as adults, not know? After all, who in the Imperial Capital now doesn't recognize the Empire's second-in-command, General Selene von Habsburg?

When they saw Sheele spill food near Selene (or so they thought), the middle-aged couple was so scared that their souls almost fled from their bodies. They immediately pulled Sheele down to kneel.

For small, powerless commoners like them, standing before someone like Selene, an Imperial General, resistance wasn't even a thought.

"General... Please don't punish Sheele. If you must, punish me instead," Sheele's father pleaded, holding his wife and daughter tightly.

"It's alright, get up..." Though still a bit dazed, Selene didn't hesitate. With a wave of her hand, she lifted the family of three off the ground without even touching them.

"I don't mean to blame you... Go ahead and do your work. Oh, and as Esdeath said, bring out all the signature dishes."

"Yes!"

Sitting at a window-side dining table, Selene observed the purple-haired girl in the couple's arms, around fifteen years old.

She had long, flowing purple hair, matching purple eyes, wore a light purple, Eastern-style qipao dress, purple boots, white thigh-high socks, and purple-framed glasses, giving her a gentle aura and beautiful appearance.

"That girl's name is Sheele?"

Sheele? Suddenly, Selene realized. Wasn't Sheele from Night Raid born and raised in the Imperial Capital? She should still be living here with her parents.

As the memory of her began to align with the girl in front of her, Selene pretty much confirmed her identity. Yes, it's her—the future assassin with the nickname "Glasses Girl" in Night Raid, Sheele.

The gentlest member of Night Raid, and also its first to die.

Sheele had no particular talents and often failed at everything she did, becoming the target of ridicule. Only her closest friend stayed by her side, offering encouragement.

Despite her clumsiness and tendency to mess things up, Sheele was a kind-hearted girl who always cared about her friends.

Looking at the first part of her life, she seemed like a regular, good-natured girl. If nothing had happened, she probably would have continued living in the middle or lower districts of the capital, spending her life as an ordinary clumsy girl. But…

One day, in a desperate attempt to save her friend from being strangled by an ex-boyfriend, Sheele stepped in and killed the scumbag on the spot.

However, Sheele's friend, just an ordinary person, was so terrified by the scene that she became distant from Sheele, and that's where the trouble began.

The dead man's comrades sought revenge, killing Sheele's family. When they came for Sheele...she killed them all.

From then on, Sheele became a wanted criminal in the Empire. Discovering her natural talent for killing, she became an assassin.

Later, she was recruited by the Revolutionary Army while conducting assassinations in the capital, joining Night Raid, and eventually… she died.

And that was Sheele's short and tragic life.

"Is there something special about her?" Esdeath asked, puzzled as she noticed Selene deep in thought. She couldn't see what made the purple-haired girl, Sheele, so remarkable.

Could being clumsy be a special talent? Watching Sheele once again causing more trouble than help, Esdeath thought with slight malice.

"Nothing special, just a cute girl." Selene shook her head while sipping water from the restaurant's cup.

She didn't think Sheele would be of any real help to her... besides, who knew if Night Raid would even form? Everything would happen naturally…

"I'm sorry… It was all my fault, General..." Sheele stood nervously in front of Selene, holding a large bottle of beverage and repeatedly apologizing, her fear evident.

She had been oblivious, but seeing how respectful her parents were to Selene, she realized how important the General must be.

"Ah, no worries, it wasn't your fault. My subordinate acted rashly. I should apologize to you. But Sheele, please be more careful next time. Don't be so clumsy."

Selene gently patted Sheele's head, ruffling her hair.

For some reason, Selene was starting to enjoy this feeling of gently patting people.

"Mm-hmm, you're a good person, General..." Sheele squinted, looking like a small animal enjoying a good petting, her fear fading away.

Beep! Good person card, delivered.

Selene couldn't help but chuckle, realizing she'd just been handed a "good person card."

Remembering her task, Sheele quickly placed the large bottle on the table. "General, here's the drink you ordered."

As Sheele was about to leave, Selene suddenly called out to her.

"Um... Sheele, you grabbed the wrong bottle. I ordered juice, not alcohol."

"Ahhh... I'm so sorry, General! I'll change it right away..." Panicking after realizing her mistake, Sheele hurriedly picked up the bottle. But in her haste, she slipped and nearly fell—along with the bottle—straight toward Selene.

"No..."

Simulate—Gravity.

Selene, not wanting to be drenched in wine, quickly used her gravity powers to pull Sheele and the bottle safely back to the ground, looking at her with a helpless expression.

As expected of someone who could accidentally wash Mine along with the laundry, Selene had finally witnessed Sheele's legendary clumsiness firsthand.

Huh? Why didn't it hurt? Opening her eyes, Sheele still felt confused, but her father's loud scolding quickly snapped her out of it.

"Sheele! You're making more trouble again!!"

She trembled at her father's harsh tone and slowly turned around, clutching the bottle tightly. "Dad... I..."

"You…ugh, just go help in the kitchen for now." Though he raised his hand, in the end, he couldn't bring himself to hit her, softening when he saw her timid face.

Afterward, Sheele's father prepared to kneel down and apologize to Selene again, but Selene, quicker to react this time, stopped him in mid-air.

"It's fine, go ahead with your work."

After giving a sincere 90-degree bow, Sheele's father turned and headed back to the kitchen.

"She's such a clumsy and accident-prone girl... she's not suited for service work," Esdeath suddenly commented.

"Mm." Selene agreed, not arguing against Esdeath's observation.

"Let's finish eating and head back soon."