Punched The Young, Might Was Well Punch The Old Too

"Princess! Princess!" A maid ran into Mary Greyworth's room. The way she called out to the eldest miss of the Greyworth family was not something one should be called out in public. But here in her own home, Mary liked being called Princess instead of Eldest Young Miss.

Lazily lying on her bed, Mary raised her head from the book in her hands with a furrowed brow. "What is the problem that you barged into this Princess's room?"

"It's… It's…." That maid could barely talk because of how much she was panicking.

"What is wrong? Spit it out already!" Mary yelled out in anger. She couldn't understand where this useless thing came from.

"It's!" The maid once more repeated herself.

"It's your dearest young sister who came over to play! Elder Sister, stand still while I punch you in the face!" A voice came from the entrance of the room, causing everyone within it to turn their heads.

"Alissia! What do you think you are doing barging into my courtyard!? Do you have a death wish!? Was getting beaten by the Crown Prince's woman not enough torment for you, so you served yourself up to me!?" Mary yelled out in anger. While she was putting up a strong front on the inside, she felt something was off. The confidence in her younger sister's eyes was something she had never seen before. She couldn't place her finger on it, but there was something strange about her.

"Courtyard? Actually, wait, you are going to ignore the fact that I said I was going to punch you in the face? Well, never mind, let me ask you this, did you steal things from my house when I was unconscious?" Alissia asked. She wanted to see if this elder sister of hers would actually confess to her crimes.

"Yeah, so what? Not like you can use them. You are nothing but a useless piece of tr…. OooFFF!" Mary's words were cut off by a delicate white fist slamming into her face. She felt the world around her begin to spin and the ground under her feet disappear. This was all followed by a jolt of pain in her face. And lastly, if this wasn't enough, she felt like her body was being crushed as it slammed into something hard.

What came into her watery vision after, just before she passed out, was clear blue skies and in a large hole in the side of her own house, standing there with a slight grin on her face was her younger sister. It was an image that would always be imprinted into her mind. The last thing she remembered was her body being engulfed in a warm embrace.

"What the hell did you do to my daughter!?" An angry roar filled the skies.

Alissia, who was standing at the newly formed hole in the wall of Mary's bedroom that led outside, looked at the man who was staring at her with murderous intent. She could feel a strong pressure weighing down on her causing her to grit her teeth as beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. But even under such conditions, Alissia still smiled as she said: "I was just dishing out punishment for someone who likes to commit crimes. Also…. Who the hell are you? Her lover!? No, wait…. You said daughter, so that makes you her father, which also makes you my father."

Alissia started putting two and two together and shook her head. "The difference in treatment is just too much."

"You…. You're Alissia!?" The man with slightly gray hair asked as he looked at the girl standing there with a smile on her face.

"You do not even know what your own daughter looks like. This just goes to show that after so many years, you never once cared about me, huh. Well, not that I give a shit. Anyway, oh father of mine, you are on my list." Alissia suddenly cracked her knuckles. Since he showed up, she would check off another one on her list of people to punch.

"Young Miss!" Millie began to panic. She only knew this new side of her Young Miss for a short while, but she could easily tell that when her Young Miss began cracking her knuckles, she was going to hit something! But the target this time…. It was the Master of the house himself!

"Millie, collect my books. Do not touch anything that does not belong to me though. Oh… if you find money, take it. She owes compensation." Alissia said before suddenly jumping out through the hole in the wall. The room they were in was on the third floor, so Alissia had actually jumped off the third floor without the slightest bit of hesitation.

"Ah? Yes…" Millie was standing there with a confused expression for a few seconds before turning to do as she was told. And Millie, not really understanding how much compensation should be taken, was taking every bit of money she could find as she searched the room from top to bottom. As for Mary's maid, who was still standing there frozen stiff, she did not even think of stopping Millie. She was afraid that if she did, the demon she just saw who punched her, Young Miss, would punch her too.

Back outside, Frederick Greyworth, Alissia's blood related father, was staring at Alissia with wide eyes. He was having a hard time comprehending what was happening. He knew he had not paid any attention to this daughter of his since she was deemed useless, but he did make sure to pass down word that she was to be provided with the necessities to keep living since she was engaged to the crown prince. He did not care what happened to her. Even when the Crown Prince brought over another woman and attacked this daughter of his, he did not care. That was because he only saw her as a means to tie him to the royal family. But now, this daughter, who was always timid and never looked him directly in the eye, was standing in front of him with a menacing smile on her face.

"Dear Father…." Alissia spoke slowly as she walked up to Frederick. "Let me punch you in the face, okay?"