Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Any normal citizen would know not to mess with a noble, given how much more power they have over the common people. Children on the other hand do not know this concept, they are naive little individuals with massive curiosity levels. They see anyone as equals, ignoring or, more accurately not understanding to whom they may be discussing with. That concept is far beyond their miniature understanding of society, so the chances of a spoiled brat complaining to another spoiled brat is highly likely.

Sack and I are not among those children; I naturally remember my previous life, whereas Sack's understanding of his surroundings far exceeds that of a typical five-year-old. So, while the chances of us starting a fight between those noble brats are extremely slim, that does not rule out the possibility of an aristocrat starting a fight first. It wouldn't surprise me if they started it first, given their "I need it all" mentality.

"It was the Church's decision because they believe that all individuals are equals under the goddess of lights' protection. As a result, they would naturally oppose the separation of the children during such a solemn occasion" Given that she is still at work, Luna walks over to her work area. Taking a paper notebook from her front desk cabinet. She then writes down both my mother's and Claire's names in neat, beautiful handwriting. "I'm guessing two rooms with a three-week stay, Claire, Samantha?"

She types it down on her specially designated notebook for customers rather than waiting for both My mother and Claire's responses. "two rooms for three weeks," she wrote. "Yes, that is fine," my mother responds immediately after. Luna then retrieves two identical keys with different numbers on the round center of them; the key in her left hand says "21," while the key in her right hand says "22." She gently hands Claire the 22 key and my mother the 21 key.

My mother then averts her gaze from the key, flashing a beautiful wonderful smile as well as saying "thank you" to the other wonderfully looking woman. Seeing these three attractive women made me wonder if all women in the world are beautiful. After all, all of the opposite sex I've seen so far have been absolutely stunning. Granted, I haven't seen many, but the few I have seen would lead anyone to believe otherwise. Even some males are visually appealing; Tom is a prime example of a not so handsome male; his appearance leans more toward manly rather good-looking.

Naturally I am not apart of that category, given how good looking I am. Anyone who says otherwise is clearly wrong and blind. Continuing where we left of Luna position her notebook were she last retrieved it from. "I should tell you all this just incase you meet her. Yesterday a VIP had arrived, so you should all be very careful. Of course that is if you see her" Luna says emphasizing the VIP part. By VIP I am guessing that its a noble or someone very wealthy, after all if VIP stands for Very Important Person in this world as well than clearly that individual is well of to obtain such a title.

Before my mother could respond, a feminine childish voice was heard, followed by another feminine voice, but this one was a little older. The voices were a little muffled, indicating the distance between those people. The volume of the voice gradually increased as they came closer. "Speaking of VIP, here she comes now," Luna says, staring at one of the doors leading to a long hallway. The muffled voices increase in volume to the point where we, who are a little further away, can somewhat understand what they are saying.

After a short while, two females pass through the entrance hallway, presumably on their way to the exit. The first person to enter is a young lady my age with sky blue hair and blue eyes. She is dressed in what appears to be a blue and white dress that matches the same color boots. The other, on the other hand, is dressed in a maid attire while standing behind the first blue-haired girl that has entered. The first girl walks in an elegant, educated manner, as if everything, or rather everyone, around her is beneath her.

This blue hair girl is the epitome of noble, with elegant features and a cute pretty face. With a dignified manner the girl walks away from the maid in what appears to be an attempt to flee from her. "My lady, please come back," the maid says several times as she stops herself from tushing her, demonstrating her obvious fear of her. Given that the girl appears to be a noble or even a very wealthy individual, the maid would naturally be afraid of offending such a person. The girl, on the other hand, simply ignores her and continues walking towards the exit, with the maid close behind.

We stare at the departing due as they exit the building. No one said anything, just staring at the long-gone due. We all look at Luna with a complicated appearance. That is to be expected; a noble girl who appears to be very wealthy has just walked past by us without so much as acknowledging our existence. nevertheless, to be completely honest, that was the best course of action. We don't know how educated this girl is, but given how terrified her maid was, I can only assume she's the type to boss people around.

That person will be staying in the same inn as us. That is a cause for concern. It's only a matter of time before something happens, as if the world wants me...us to be entangled in various forms of conflict. "Everything would be fine because her room is on the opposite side of the inn. So there's almost no chance that any of you will run into her." Luna says with great confidence. That very same girl had recently walked past us. Clearly, that zero percent chance is not so accurate.

"Um, Luna, are you sure about that?" My mother looks away from Luna and toward the exit, clearly disagreeing with what she had just said. As if Luna hadn't just seen the departing noble girl with her own eyes. "I'm positive," Luna declares. "OK then, if you say so," my mother says still not believing her, grabbing the two bags she had placed on the floor, "we should all go to our rooms and pack up. Gray and Carl are most likely on their way here as we speak" She says as she walks down the hall, waving goodbye to Luna.

Following orders, we all proceed to our respective rooms; because both rooms are close by, there is no need for us to separate. Nonetheless, because both my mother and Claire had reserved expensive rooms, it's inevitable that we would have to separate at some point. After about five minutes of walking, it was time to separate to our respective rooms. Given that my mother and I arrived first, at room twenty-one, Claire and Sack were forced to continue walking for a short distance to reach their own room.

The first thing that draws my attention upon entering are the two massive windows with views of the street outside. The interior design is the next thing that grabs my attention. With its vibrant colors and magnificent design. A nicely decorated round table with two magnificent chairs to the side of one of the windows. It makes me wonder how wealthy my parents are in reality. I understand that my father is a high-ranking adventurer, so it stands to reason that he would be well compensated; however, how does someone who has practically retired still has enough money to live comfortably outside our home.

Not to mention my mother, for whom I have no idea what she previously worked as. All I know is that she is a very skilled mage, which leads me to believe that she was an adventurer like my father. My mother, on the other hand, once denied the possibility when I asked if she, too, was an adventurer. I'm not going to lie, her mystery intrigues me. Nevertheless, I'll wait until she's ready to tell me on her own; after all, I have a secret that I'd like to share with both of them as well.

My mother places her bags on the floor near the door leading out of this room. "Let's leave this here and go outside; I'm sure you're dying to look around." Seeing this city with my own two eyes does indeed pique my interest, but not to the point of dyeing. This world is vastly different from my previous one, so of course I'd be interested, even if I'm not usually interested in things. "Alright, I would be lying if i said i am not a bit curious. So let us go with the other two, I'm sure Sack is dying to see the city as well," i say. She walks out of the room, with me following behind. She closes the door shut and then locks it with the key.

ANASTASIA AMBERS POV

Anastasia Ambers, that's my name. I'm what you'd call a noble, someone of high standing. Someone of my status and magnificence would naturally be in such a position. No one, especially a maid, is to give me orders given how far above the common folk I am. However, In my case, it's a little different from the rest, perhaps even more so than my own family members, my flesh and blood. I've always been able to see and even feel what I call a person's soul. I can see all of that and more in them, whether they are good hearted or not.

Using that enigmatic ability has helped me avoid numerous conflicts in the past. For example, if my father was upset with me about something I had done without my knowledge, I would change the way I do things. That is, of course, before his rage reaches a visibly noticeable level. Not only can I see an individual's emotions, but I can also see their soul's strength, or, to put it another way, their will power. That part varies from person to person. A person who has trained for many years and has been in many battles will undoubtedly have a stronger soul than someone who has not.

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Nonetheless, I've seen people who haven't spent years training or fought in countless battles have a stronger soul than those who have. However, only those with enormous talents usually have a stronger soul than what is expected of them. In the end, it's extremely rare; I've only seen two people like that so far, one of whom is me, and the other is the maid who follows behind me. That is one of the reasons I chose her as my maid, despite her obvious lack of knowledge about how to be a proper maid, she can be reliable sometimes.

"My lady, please wait," my servant says behind me, her voice tense and worried. This girl has been getting on my nerves since we arrived. My father had given her strict orders not to let me wander outside the inn on my own. Regardless, she is MY servant, which means she must do whatever her MASTER orders. "Alice, I've told you several times to let me be, have you forgotten to whom you serve?" I say, stopping in my tracks and looking straight at the terrified, rather than worried, eyes.

She moves back two steps, as though she feels that if she were that close to me I would somehow get even angrier. "N-no, but my lady you must understand, the duke does not wish to see you outside the inn without a proper knight by your side. For that reason please I beg of you let us wait untill your personal knight returns" she utters not looking at me at the eyes, with her knees nearly buckling over with uncontrollable shaking. "My lady please, these are my lord's, your father personal orders entrusted on to me." 

Where did her confidence come from, no longer staring terrified at the ground, but at me with a determined expression? I stare at her soul, perplexed, not believing that a shy girl like her could be capable of speaking back to me, of giving me orders. Only to see her soul vibrating with determination and a palpable sense of fear. That surprised me; the overwhelming fear she is experiencing is being pushed back by her meager amount of determination. Something I have never seen before.

I don't say anything, and she doesn't either. In her case, it is most likely because she is waiting for a response from me; given her bold confrontation, she would naturally want a response, even if it is negative. While I just stare, wondering what to say, what I could say. Her determination is so strong that even I am hesitant. "Do you believe I would do as you suggest? Do you know why? why I chose to stay in an inn rather than somewhere much more appropriate for someone such as I?" I move closer to her, while she retreats, her horrified expression intensifying.

"I wish to look around, to see things through the eyes of ordinary people rather than nobles. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to be followed around wherever I go? To be "protected," as my father puts it." The irritated expression on my face has faded, and it has been replaced by a range of emotions. The emotions range from rage to doubt to sadness. I'm not sure why I'm acting this way and at this time and place? Why now are my emotions exploding like so?

"My lady please don't cry, I didn't wish for any of this to happen. As you yourself mentioned, you are of high importance. So those with malicious intents will not just leave a noble girl without protection be." the maids steps alter, bowing down, no longer looking at me she continues "Please let us head back, I promise I'll try to persuade sir Richard, your personal knight to not interfere as much." Her determination intensifies, pushing back her fear with even greater force. Once again I stay there, not knowing what to say, what to do. In the spand of a few minutes, this shy girl has surprised me several times.

I hadn't realized it, but it appears that I was crying at the time. I am not the type of person who would cry over something as insignificant as this. Yes, I can do as she suggests and head back to wait for Richard. Nonetheless, why? Why am I crying? I am well aware that this is beneath me. Reacting in this manner hurts my pride, especially when everyone around me is staring, staring at the gentle small blue-haired girl crying in front of her maid. I cover my eyes with both of my hands, not wanting anyone to see me in this state.

Not a second later someone holds me gently in a tight, but calming hug. The unexpected hug startles me, causing me to open my eyes and quickly move my hands away. My maid's chest is the first thing I see. Her daring actions startle me for the third time that day, causing me to forget or, more accurately, ignore her unexpected action. Concern is the new emotion in her soul that is affecting her high level of fear. Fear is being pushed with even greater force, to the point where I can't even see it, let alone feel it.

"What do you think you are doing? unhand me this instant!" I say not sounding as angry as I should be, but instead an emotion I thought I would never feel towards her appears. Her gentle embrace and soothing voice calms me, not believing that she who is just a maid can alter my mood to such an extent. I try to push her off me, not wanting to get accustomed to her caring attitude. She is, but a maid, her only true purpose is to follow my every orders without fail. However, why? why can't I move her away? Is not that I don't have strength, far from it, it's just that my body refuses to do so.

Why does it feel so soothing? this feeling resembles greatly of when my mother was still alive. When she would hold me in her arms gently, comforting me when I most needed it. "I said unhand me" I repeat my self once again with a voice not nearly loud enough for anyone to hear, but I can tell she heard me. Her soul vibrates with even greater concern in response to my soft whisper. She does as she's told, breaking me loose from her comfortable hold. No longer wanting to stay here, to sight see I head the opposite way. "Let's go back, we can do it tomorrow. I don't feel like sight seeing today anymore" I say.

On the way back, neither of us uttered a word, walking in complete silence, admiring the scenery and the abundance of people around us. I can tell she wants to say something as I walk in front of her, but it is not the time or place to entertain her declaration. It's bad enough that my time to look around was ruined; hearing what she wants to say would only make matters worse. We keep moving forward, seeing the building ahead of us. Just in time to see a group of individuals exit the establishment.

A beautiful woman is the first to exit, followed by another attractive woman. What those two have in common is their massive assets, or more precisely their plump chest, which makes me look at my own in awe. I'm not jealous or anything.... no, let me rephrase that sentence, I am jealous. I hope to grow as well, as I am only five years old and have plenty of time to do so. Averting my gaze from those insane thoughts, I examine them more closely, particularly their souls. Those two, out of the many I've seen, can be considered among the strongest, not the strongest, but among them.

Of course, a person's soul strength does not necessarily indicate how strong the individual is in reality. As soon as the second woman exits the building, a boy my age appears. Except for the hair, this boy is strikingly similar to the first woman. I'm not the type of girl who notices how other people look, but this boy would put many of those obstinate little turds who I refuse to believe they're nobles to shame. Given his attractive appearance, many girls would flock to him like birds flocking to a piece of bread on the ground.

Not forgetting to see his soul next, i stare at it wondering if the only good thing about him is his looks. Nevertheless, a single glance is all i need, with a strong soul that greatly resembles that of mine I avert my eyes off of him. A true genius, with a great powerful soul, mabye one that even surpasses mine. I can only estimate how strong a person's soul is compared to my own, naturally he whose soul looks as strong as mine can be very hard to decipher which one is greater. 

Another, and what I believe to be the last, exits in an almost indistinguishable manner. But my eyes can tell, the way he walks and looks around, as if the world exists only to confirm his passing, his undeniable grandeur. His appearance is unlike anything I've ever seen, which contradicts my previous statement. A small blush appears on my pretty face; any of the noble brats I've seen pale in comparison to his magnificence. He notices me looking his way causing him to form a smiles, which causes me to avert my gaze.

In curiosity, I cast a small, quick glance not at him, but at his soul. Nonetheless, that brief glance causes me to come to a halt. All thoughts stop, my body freezes, and my eyes lock on the floor, but not even that action soothes me. My body does not obey my commands, not even a single finger. His soul is of such great magnitude that mine is only average in comparison.... No, one below average. Not only that, but his soul appears to have a mind of its own. Two glowing balls in the shape of eyes stare at me, as if they were studying my very soul. All-knowing eyes, as if they were the eyes of God.

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