At Fischl's home.
Fischl was lying bored on her little bed, staring at the ceiling.
Training ended early today, and Fischl had intended to take this opportunity to properly relax.
However, her little friends all seemed quite busy.
Barbara stayed at Springvale Farm; what business did she have with Mr. Arkz?
Noelle was tied up with cleaning duties at the Knights of Favonius Headquarters and couldn't get away.
Ellin's skill in crafting wooden stakes had been recognized by Acting Grand Master Jean, so after training recently, she had been helping Hertha, the logistics chief of the Knights of Favonius, manufacture stakes to be used as training props for the Knights.
Klee had been sent to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, where the Knights would look after her.
Oh, and Collei. Collei lived over at Springvale Farm and would usually help Amu and the others with chores after training to repay them for taking care of her.
"Sigh!"
"So boring!"
"Why does it feel like I'm the only one with nothing to do?"
Fischl rolled back and forth on her little bed, completely disregarding her image as the prinzessin der verurteilung.
Oz, who was nearby, watched Fischl's childish behavior and advised her:
"My Lady, if you are feeling bored, perhaps you could go to the Adventurers Guild and accept a commission."
Fischl lifted her head, glanced at Oz, and continued rolling.
"Oz."
"The daily training is already tiring enough."
"If I still have to accept commissions at the Adventurers Guild, I might faint from exhaustion."
Oz apologized sincerely:
"It was my oversight, I apologize, My Lady."
"Since My Lady feels fatigued, how about engaging in some recreational activities? Perhaps strolling through the streets to buy some delicious food and pretty clothes?"
Fischl, lying on the bed with her beautiful blonde hair messily spread out, felt a slight inclination toward Oz's suggestion.
But after considering for a long time, she spoke indistinctly:
"Never mind. Without Ellin and Barbara to accompany me, shopping alone would be too dull."
Oz opened its beak and said:
"My Lady, I can accompany you shopping!"
"I can handle paying or carrying things."
Fischl rolled up her blanket, curling herself into a caterpillar, only leaving her face exposed.
Caterpillar Fischl looked at Oz and said:
"You..."
"I can store anything I buy within the space of my Vision, so I don't need anyone to carry things for me."
"As for paying, aren't you just spending my Mora anyway, Oz?"
"Most importantly!"
"Oz, you are a raven; you don't need to wear clothes at all."
"So, can you really pick out clothes?"
Oz: "..."
As a raven, an elemental construct, was it wrong for it not to wear clothes? Absolutely not!
It clearly only wanted to appease My Lady so she wouldn't be so bored, so how did it turn into a critique of its lack of attire?
Forget it.
The princess he served, what else could he do? He could only indulge her.
"Ahem."
"Your Highness the Princess,"
"If you are extremely bored, why not seek an adventure in the library, or perhaps re-read 'The Princess Fischl's Night Tales'?"
Before Oz finished speaking, Fischl immediately retorted:
"I already have the entire collection of 'The Princess Fischl's Night Tales.' I don't need to make a trip to the library to reread them."
"Moreover, I went to the library with Barbara and the others a few days ago and found no new books on the shelves. As for the old ones, I've already read them all."
"So, even if I go to the library now, I'll most likely return disappointed."
All the suggestions Fischl had made were rejected, and even Oz couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
However, at this moment, Caterpillar Fischl suddenly sat upright, glaring fiercely at Oz.
A drop of cold sweat trickled down Oz's forehead.
"Your Highness the Princess, have I said something inappropriate?"
Fischl stared at Oz expressionlessly, which only made Oz more nervous.
Suddenly.
Fischl let out a sinister laugh.
"Hee hee hee hee hee..."
"Oz, you look quite delicious to This Princess!"
Oz said nervously:
"Your Highness the Princess, you must be joking, right?"
Looking at the approaching body of Caterpillar Fischl and her strange laughter, Oz hesitated whether to immediately fly out the window or cooperate with Fischl's performance.
While it was hesitating, Caterpillar Fischl grabbed Oz.
"Ah-woo!"
Caterpillar Fischl roared, wrapped Oz in the quilt, and pretended to eat him.
"Ah-woo, ah-woo."
"Oz, my friend, delicious."
Oz, wrapped inside the quilt by Fischl, wore an expression of utter despair.
Under Fischl's wriggling, Oz's body shifted continuously inside the caterpillar.
Finally.
At the tail end of the caterpillar, Oz was "excreted."
Although it knew this was all Fischl's performance, Oz still felt unclean.
Oz resolved that it absolutely must not let Fischl get bored like this again.
Because once Fischl became bored, it would become Fischl's plaything, which was utterly miserable.
Oz: "If I don't work hard, I'll become a woman's (My Lady's) plaything."
Oz shook off its lethargy, flapped its wings, and flew up.
However, this time Oz was smarter; it flew far away, maintaining a distance between itself and Fischl.
But little did it know, Oz's action only further ignited Fischl's desire to "hunt."
If Oz had completely given up, Fischl would have quickly lost interest and moved on to finding another way to pass the time.
But Oz's evasion increased the difficulty of the hunt, which in turn stimulated Fischl's competitive spirit.
Caterpillar Fischl watched Oz in the air, twisting its long body continuously, itching to make a move.
Oz saw everything and sighed helplessly in its heart.
The little cat at the Cats Tail Tavern always struck this exact pose when it saw Oz—twisting its rear end while searching for an opportunity to attack.
It was a scene Oz was all too familiar with.
Oz felt that a little bit of petty revenge was a fitting return for the psychological trauma inflicted by My Lady just now.
Oz pretended to be unconcerned and asked:
"Your Highness the Princess, all my suggestions were rejected by you?"
"May I ask, do you simply wish to stay home and play?"
Caterpillar Fischl twisted its body and tempted him with its voice:
"Oz, come a little closer. If you come a little closer, I'll tell you."
A smile curved Oz's beak as it slowly lowered its flight altitude, resembling an egret dropping an insect into the water to lure a fish to bite.
Seeing Oz descend to a suitable height, a sharp glint flashed in Caterpillar Fischl's eyes. It leaped into the air, spreading the quilt covering its head like the gaping maw of the abyss, intending to swallow Oz whole.
"Take this, Oz!"
"This is the Nightmare Devour of the prinzessin der verurteilung!"
Oz watched Caterpillar Fischl leap into the air and flapped its wings to fly up a little higher.
Then.
It calmly watched Caterpillar Fischl jump to its highest point and then begin to fall in an embarrassing manner.
Fischl was shocked:
"Wha—!!!"
"This is not what I imagined!"
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