Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Kidnap your mother! Part 1

Chapter 3: Kidnap your mother! Part 1

Last Christmas, I was home in Sunny Egypt. The place, where some snow on the Pyramids is something, the whole world talks about.

No, I am not Egyptian. My parents were emigrants from Britain. Anyway, things were great, but not too great. Because, I climbed the Great Pyramid, and fell from its top.

Granted, I had no business to do so, and on Christmas day, no less. Yet, I was drunk, and didn't know better? Who am I? Beth Connors, a web novel writer. And a university student, I suppose. But who gets hung on the details?

I came to this new world, about the same time, as my neck snapped. I think I turned into pulp in the sand. Food for the jackals. I never got to write 100 books. Yet another dream, that slipped through my fingers.

Anyway, it is my crowning ceremony, so, I better pay attention. Wait, what was that? You wonder how I went from pulp, to being crowned? Well, I reincarnated into another world, killed a demon lord, and now I am being named crown princess, by the nobles of the land.

Now, one may argue, that just because I managed to kill off the demon lord, that doesn't make me a good ruler. But, you know, all that research I did for farming, and my knowledge about the Nile from all the History lessons, helped this land a lot.

That, and the king wanted to adopt me for the longest time. He is dead now, so, I suppose that his regent will rule instead of me, while I get back to my feet.

"Do you, Beth, promise to take care of the people, as if they are your children," the priest says, and that snapped me from my musing.

"I promise," with a smile on my cherry-colored lips, I bow lower to the priest. Any second now, I will get a circlet on my head. Just what sort of girl doesn't want to have this power fantasy?

"Then I name thee," the priest begins, but then, I hear a roar. With my eyes narrowed, I take out my sword. Suddenly, the ceremony master's protests about me being in full adventurer's gear for the coronation seem to be as silly as the man himself.

I know this roar. It is that strange dragon, who helped me kill the demon lord. Just what does he want now? I sprinted out of the chapel. No flames are licking on the side of the road, but the dragon is circling.

"Alberto, what is the meaning of this?" I yelled at the skies. Finally, he shifts when he is low enough, and then lands on his feet, like a graceful cat.

Now, this is a man old enough to be my grandfather, but I got to say, he looks fine. Grandfather, he might as well be my great-great-wait, how many greats would it take, to say 5,000? I bet they are a lot.

"Beth, you are a princess now," Alberto said, and I quirk an eyebrow. I raise my falchion to eye level.

"So? Do you want to fight, old man?" Yes, he helped me defeat the demon lord, but I did my fair share of the work. If it wasn't for my super cheat ability, ability steal, the demon lord would still be alive.

Alberto narrows his eyes at me, and then looks at my circlet.

"There is no one, but a princess, that I don't have in my hoard," he says, more than a little prideful.

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"Look, old man, I think I know what you need," I told him, and then sheath my falchion back. "You need to go out, and date people around your age. You look to be around forty-five, so, I need to find you a gall around that age."

"A princess," Alberto continues, but I huff at him.

"That ship has sailed, Alberto. Most princesses are married off long before forty-five. Come on, grandpa, don't turn into a leacher," I walked to him, and rest a hand on his shoulders. "I bet; you'd like Martha. She is a widow, so, she is free."

"Who is this, Martha? Is she a lady?" Alberto asked me, and I shake my head.

"I can make her into a lady if you want. Give her a piece of land, and a dowry. But, for now, she is just the innkeeper," with that, I guide Alberto towards the inn.

People give us a wide berth. Here we are, the two people who defeated the demon lord. Most people think me a spoiled noble already. Even though I did my best, to convince them that I am no such thing.

As for Alberto, well, he is foremost a dragon. A big bad. I really want for him to get settled together with Martha. She has a heart of gold, and two adorable boys. I like playing with them. What with them still being just toddlers, and all.

We walk into the inn, and the noises stop. Martha is there, speaking with a customer, who looks down on his luck. Yet, my eyes go wide. This is not just any customer! This is the demon lord.

I march to him, and then press my falchion to his neck.

"Just what are you doing in here? After everything you did! Why are you not dead?" I barrage him with questions. The man looks at me, without recognition in his eyes.

"Excuse me, but who are you? You look pretty," he actually has the audacity to smile at me, despite the falchion pressed to his neck.

"Beth! You sheath that thing away. No weapons in my inn! Go and place it on the rack," Martha says, hands on her hips.

"I keep telling the girl that she is too rash, but she never listens," and Alberto is a traitor, who would have thought? With a huff, I go and place my falchion on the rack.

Wouldn't it be ironic, if the only thing a thief needs to do, is to steal everything from this rack? Not even after a year in this world, do I understand the locals.    

 

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