A procession of two guards move by and the lady looks them over when they pass. “You gentlemen men wouldn’t have seen two you children run by would you?”

The older of the two guards stops and laughs, “so what did those two do this time.”

The woman glares, “Kawa, stole food from the kitchen again and ran interference for her again. As for the young lady she did it again.”

“Damn that’s the third time this week is she trying to have the Queen execute her? Jenson, have you see the two half-pint trouble makers?” Asks the guard older guard.

Jenson shakes his head but becomes unsteady doing so. “No sir I haven’t seen either of them! “

“Well lady Marril, I am afraid we couldn’t...”

Jenson wobbles about and suddenly a small cry is heard from his stomach. “Watch it!”

Says his stomach. The other guard and the old horned woman stare at the young guard Jenson.

“Jenson what was that!” Speaks the other guard.

“Uh, my stomach. Guess it’s not too happy about that roasted chicken for breakfast I had.” Jenson tries to move away from the guard and the horned woman but does so in an odd way as the lower half of the solder turns almost fully around while the upper half remains facing the direction it was earlier. A low whisper comes from Jenson. “What are you doing?” The two onlookers glare harder at the guard who suddenly trips over his own feet and splits into an upper and lower half.

The out of the lower half a young red-haired girl in a maid, fear hits her face as the woman looks at the girl. “Damn it Kawa you said she wouldn’t find us!”

“And she wouldn’t have if you didn’t trip over your own damn feet Zel!” Cries the upper half of guard Jenson.

“I swear Jenson was by my side all morning when did you brats... how did ...you?” Proclaims the old guard.

“Hahaha, to switch with a guard guise his form and confuse even the greatest of foe is no problem for the master of disguise, the laughing fox, Kawa...” Kawa proudly proclaims before Marril grabs Kawa’s ear. “Ouch ouch ouch! Stupid old hag!”

“More like the master of mischief and scrubber of dishes! You are to get back to work this instant or I will make you regret stealing from the king's breakfast tray again! As for you young Azulle!” The old Marril looks with evil intent at the two children.

“You’re on your own Kawa!” Azulle dashes off quickly down the hall.

“Damn that girl is fast!” Proclaims the guard.

“Yes, but she is cursed.” Sighs Marril. As a loud crash is heard from the direction Azulle ran. Marril slowly walks and finds the young maid rubbing her forehead which is now bleeding. “Poor child can’t seem to keep on her own feet. Come along Azulle you know you can’t escape your punishment for hitting the young lord again.”

“I am not going!” Azulle whimpers back still rubbing her head.

“Well then do you plan to heal that head injury yourself then... it looks like a bleeder. What do you think Kawa?” Marril says still holding the child Kawa by the ear... only to later look and see that all she is holding is a mask of Kawa or at least the person she has known as Kawa. “Damn it that kid did it again. Still, they will show back up when they get hungry again. It’s not like Kawa has any luck otherwise. Come along Azulle.”

Azulle weights her options before her. And while she was gifted strength and speed on her own to fight back with the horned matron. She is quite klutzy with her actions and the current blood loss from running headfirst into a sword rack has left her at the disadvantage of severe blood loss if she isn’t taken to the castle’s doctor soon. Azulle knows deep down in her past seven years of life that this strange world has many things just as powerful if not more powerful than her. But a clumsy child is still likely bound to get hurt and from time to time it’s just better to admit defeat and live to fight a new day with the authorities of adults than deal with one’s own festering head wounds alone.

Still, as Marril walks with Azulle she can’t help but think back to her life before this one. And more so the time between this and one she first came from, where she once was a tough, skilled member, of a yakuza family. Feared as the Smiling Devil of Ebisu.... and of the damn god that killed him and brought him to a strange world where he is reborn as a cursed maid girl. But her thoughts also traverse to another godly creature one and the time right before Azulle’s new life began.

“So you have no clue about role-playing games!” The goddess Ori asks as she tries to adjust the potato sack she is wearing.

“Who has time for games? That crap is for lonely nerds and shut-ins! I was out there to make money and swoon women.” Eito laughs off.

“Well, it would help you to know this stuff. I will try and find you a book about this stuff and get it to you as quickly as I can. Till then I have a few things to tell you about the world you are going to and we need to figure out what you need to take with you as well... wait a minute if you are being born there I guess you can’t take it with you. Guess I will just have to go to the world and bring it with me.” Ori puzzles.

“Bring what with you?” Eito questions.

“The world Mr. Isea set is called Salverholt. In which you will be born in the capital of the Kingdom of Falden. In this world people are born and by their third birthday are given magical tablets that display their stats and skills. Well, the important people that is... the non-class people are denied tablets either they don’t exist or the powers of that world refuse to give them out is beside the point. Those class-less people are stuck doing menial jobs and tasks their whole life. So by the age of six, it’s expected of children to already be working and training on the jobs they will have their whole lives. Of course, if you are lucky enough to have a tablet then you have a greater amount of freedom over those who don’t.” Ori states.

“So I get one of these tablets then even if I have to steal one.” Eito States

“That’s just it, you can’t steal one and expect it to work for you. Each tablet is aligned to the only one that it would work for. But Lucky for you I will get you your tablet along with a book perfect for you to fully understand how RPGs work. I will bring them to you and once I choose my own class and figure out everything for my own personality I will join you in the world to help guide you on your goal ok.” Ori cheerfully states.

“Hmm. I don’t know something doesn’t feel right...” Eito grumbles.

The scene reverts back to Azulle being marched into a room where a large woman stands with fury looking over her. As Azulle, thinks to herself. “Damn it that stupid goddess should have brought me that damn tablet year ago now I am stuck being a maid in this damn mess. Where are you flaky goddess of Fate?”

“Azulle! So you hurt my dear sweet boy again! What do you have to say for yourself?” Shouts the large royally dressed woman.

“My shoe came loose and...”

“No excuses! If you didn’t have my wretched husband’s blood in your veins I would have had your head cut off years ago! You know good and well that the great sage Baru foretold of the day that my son would defeat the demon lord. But how can he do that if his damn personal servant keeps beating him up!” Shrieks the Queen.

“If he wouldn’t be such a worthless wimp then I wouldn’t hit him. You stupid queen cow!” Azulle grumbles.

“Why you little brat! I can see more training is due to put you in line. Marril I leave this to you as the head of servants to put this insolent welt in line or next time I will be dining on her vulgar tongue.” Snaps the Queen. “Till then you will apologize to my dear sweet Gil and do whatever he wants of you! Understand girl!”

“Whatever, I hope my tongue will make you choke you...” Azulle’s mouth is clamped shut by Marril.

“She will not do it again, your ladyship!” Marril states squeezing Azulle’s head to the point that more blood gushes out. As the Queen leaves Marril lightens up and turns Azulle to her. “Are you looking to die, girl!”

“Please I won’t die that easy horned hag!” Azulle states but is quickly punched into a wall from Marril. “Hey you shouldn’t be so rough I am just a kid you know!”

“You should behave better. Despite having the blood of the King in this land you are tabletless. You will forever be a servant and nothing more. And you don’t want to end up like your mother.” Marril grits her teeth and rubs Azulle’s head. “I am sorry I have to treat you like this...”

“It’s okay Marril I will see it through and one day I will have a tablet you will see and then I will take down the demon lord. It’s a promising one a ma.. ma.. only a maid can make.”

“Well, aren’t you as brave as ever! Now if you will continue that bravery then go apologize to the young lord. Then get the doctor to see to your injuries as always.”

“Yes, Marril.” Azulle shirks down her head and proceeds through the closed doorway she knows all too well and yet dreads the most.

continued in next part