Capítulo 1: Prologue: The Solitary Princess and Her Lazy Neighbor
Seiren Private Academy was an integrated middle school, high school, and university,
and over the years, this top-level institution had produced countless graduates who went on
to work in the world of politics and business. In the prestigious school's long, rich history,
it had even been said that the majority of students were from noble and elite families.
Students walked in droves down the tree-lined path toward the distinguished
schoolhouse. Friends and classmates chatted cheerfully on their way to the building, but when
a certain female student walked through the school gate, everything changed. Every student
who saw her followed her with their gaze, their eyes wide in surprise and wonder.
"Whoa. Who's that? She's stunning!"
"How do you not remember her? She repped the new students at the entrance ceremony
the other day and gave a speech. That's Maria's little sister."
"I was way in the back at the ceremony, so I could barely see anything. Sigh… She looks
like an angel…"
"She really does. I'm a girl and older than her, but she still makes me weak at the knees."
Unlike most Japanese people, she had milky-white skin that was so pale, it was almost
translucent, and her almond-shaped eyes were like glittering sapphires. Her long, silver hair
was pulled back into a half ponytail that twinkled in the morning sun. The distinct facial
features she inherited from her Russian father were softened by the beauty she got from her
Japanese mother. In addition to her unique features, she was tall for a girl, with long limbs
and an hourglass figure. She had a body that women around the world could only dream of
having.
Her name was Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou. After transferring to Seiren Private Academy
last year as a third-year middle school student, she worked her way up to claim the top spot
in her class. She was excellent at sports and would be the student council accountant starting
this year, to boot. With all that talent, it was hard to not see her as a flawless superwoman.
"Hey, look."
"Huh? Oh, it's Kujou! Must be my lucky morning."
"Dude, go say hello to her."
"No way! I'm not worthy!"
"That's not like you at all. You hit on cute girls all the time, no matter who they are.
You telling me you're too scared to even say hello?"
"Are you insane?! She's way out of my league! She's out of my universe, in fact! You
go talk to her if you want to so badly!"
"And risk getting killed by the other guys because I said something stupid? Not
happening."
Boys and girls alike watched her enviously, naturally slowing their pace and moving out
of her way while she confidently walked by without a care in the world. That was when one
male student approached her, and a clamor arose from the surrounding students.
"Hey. Nice weather we're having this morning, huh?"
Without even stopping, Alisa glanced at the cheerfully smiling male student, noticed he
was an upperclassman by the color of his tie, and gave a small bow.
"Good morning."
"Yeah, good morning. Nice to meet you, too, since I think this is the first time we've
ever talked. I'm Andou. I'm in the same class as your sister."
"Is that so?"
The teen named Andou had dyed brown hair and wore a slightly worn-outschool uniform
with silver chains peeking out from under his collar. He was a good-looking guy and followed
the latest fashion trends, but Alisa seemed indifferent. Unlike the surrounding girls squealing
over his sweet smile, Alisa didn't even bat an eye.
"Your sister's told me a lot about you…so I've been wanting to meet you. Maybe we
could have lunch together today? Whaddaya say?"
"No, thank you," she replied without a hint of hesitation.
Andou smiled weakly. "Ha-ha… Harsh… Then do you think we could at least exchange
numbers? I want to get to know you better."
"Sorry, but I couldn't be any less interested. Now, if you'll excuse me. Oh, and one
more thing…"
Alisa then swiftly turned her gaze back to Andou and lifted her hand toward his neck.
His smile faded at the sight of her cold stare and delicate fingers, and eyes wide, he began
to retreat.
"…That's against school rules," Alisa snapped coldly as she pointed at the silver chain
around his neck, unfazed by his flustered behavior.
"Bye."
She left him with that single word before walking away. The area instantly exploded
with gossip and chatter as the students who had been watching with bated breath suddenly
began to speak up.
"Whoa… She just kicked Andou to the curb. Andou, a high schooler. He's, like, the most
popular guy in his grade, too. She truly is the solitary princess…"
"Her standards must be stupidly high. If he wasn't good enough, then who is?"
"Maybe she doesn't even like guys? That'd really suck, though. She's so hot."
"Or maybe it's a good thing? You know, since no one's ever gonna steal her away."
"Good point. She'd be closer to an actual idol like that, and I could just continue to
admire her without ever having to worry about another guy getting in the way. Hell, might
as well just worship her at this point."
"Dude, now you're just being creepy… I know what you mean, though."
Alisa stepped into the school building, completely unaware of what her classmates were
saying about her. At her shoe locker, she changed into her slippers, then headed for her
classroom. She had already forgotten about the guy she gave the cold shoulder to a few
moments ago. After all, an unremarkable event like that wasn't even worth remembering to
Alisa. Being the center of attention and getting hit on were daily occurrences for her.
When she arrived at her classroom, she opened the door and was met with the gazes of
her classmates. This was a daily occurrence as well, so Alisa simply headed over to her seat
by the window in the very last row, unconcerned by the attention. After placing her bag by
her desk, she casually glanced at the seat to her right, which was assigned to a male student
merely due to the alphabetical seating order. For more than a year already, this first-year
high school student, Masachika Kuze, had held this coveted position next to one of the two
"beautiful princesses" in their grade. Most male students would kill to be able to sit next
to her.
"…"
He was lying on his desk, sound asleep before class had even started. Alisa, whose
expression had remained unchanged, glared at such an unbecoming sight for a student at so
prestigious a school.
"Good morning, Kuze."
"…"
Masachika, who was using his arms as a pillow over his desk, didn't respond to her
greeting. He was completely out cold. Alisa, after essentially being ignored, glared harder.
"M-Masachika, bro. Wake up," discreetly whispered the classmate who sat diagonally to
their right, eyes twitching nervously as he watched the events unfold. But before Masachika
even had time to open his eyes…
Whack!
"Gfffeee?!"
…all of a sudden, Masachika's desk slid sideways with a bang, causing him to throw
his head up with a squeal. Alisa had just kicked the side of his desk. The spectating students
could not help butsigh in unison. It was already common knowledge in their grade that Alisa,
despite being a high-achieving, well-behaved model student, was indifferent toward others
and kept to herself. Yet she was exceptionally strict toward Masachika, who was the epitome
of a slacker.
Since it was practically an everyday occurrence, everyone was used to seeing Alisa
harshly criticize Masachika while he basically brushed off whatever she said.
"Good morning, Kuze. Did you stay up all night watching anime again?"
Alisa greeted her seemingly confused classmate once more while wearing an innocent
expression. After blinking a few times and looking up, Masachika shrugged as if he could
guess what had happened.
"Oh… Hey, Alya. And yeah, that's the gist of it."
"Alya" was Alisa's Russian nickname, a pet name of endearment, and while plenty of
people called her that when she wasn't around, Masachika was the only guy in school who
would call her Alya to her face. Whether Masachika was being thoughtless or Alisa was
simply being tolerant was still a mystery, though. Either way, despite Alisa's extremely cold
gaze and the fact that she had just kicked his desk to wake him up, Masachika didn't seem
intimidated. His classmates' gazes expressed both annoyance and admiration, but Masachika
wasn't trying to do anything special…because he had no idea what he was doing.
"Gfffeee"? Who screams like that? Pfft! I've never heard a weirder scream in my life.
There was no disgust in Alisa's eyes as she looked down at him. If anything, it looked as
if there was a smile hidden in them. It was obvious she secretly enjoyed making him squeal
and jump out of his seat.
"You never learn, do you? You need to cut back on the anime if it's going to make you
fall asleep in class," she nagged and took a seat next to him, as if Masachika couldn't tell
how much she was enjoying this.
"Actually, the anime ended at one in the morning. It was the discussion afterward that
took so long."
"'Discussion'? Oh, you mean when people go online to share how they felt about the
episode?"
"Hmm? No. I called my friend, and we ended up talking on the phone for the next two
hours about the episode."
"You're an idiot."
Masachika stared into the distance and smiled while basking in Alisa's reproachful gaze.
"I'm an idiot, huh? Yeah… Discussing something you love, regardless of the time or
place—if that makes me an idiot, then so be it…"
"I'm sorry. You're not an idiot. You're a hopeless, brain-dead moron."
"You seem to be in a good mood today, too, Alya."
He jokingly shrugged off Alisa's brutal comments. She shook her head as if to say,
"There's no way to deal with him," when all of a sudden, the bell rang, alerting the students
that class was going to start in three minutes. As the other students returned to their seats,
Alisa faced forward, taking her notebook, textbooks, and otherschoolsupplies out of her bag.
In the room of well-behaved students, which one would simply expect at such a prestigious
school, only Masachika stretched out his arms wide. He let out a big yawn as tears welled in
his eyes. Alisa, who had her eyes on him the entire time, suddenly turned her gaze toward
the window, cracked a smile, and whispered in Russian:
Cutie
"Милашка…"
"Yaaawn. You say something?" asked Masachika, having caught her whisper with his
keen hearing.
"I said what you were doing was unseemly. That's all," she replied, feigning ignorance.
"My apologies, then," he replied, acting as though she must have been referring to his
yawning, so he covered his mouth when he next yawned. Alisa scornfully raised an eyebrow
at him, then quickly faced the window once more and smiled. Keeping her expression hidden
to Masachika, she gleefully cheered in her head:
You're such a dummy! You really have no idea! Hee-hee!
She covered her smile by pretending to rest her elbow on the desk, but Masachika stared
at her back with some pity.
Too bad I understood what you really said.
Alisa had no idea.
She had no idea that Masachika understood Russian.
And she didn't know that he could understand every sweet word she whispered about
him.
Never would the other students realize the humorous, slightly embarrassing
conversations they were actually having behind what seemed like bickering.
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