Hello everyone,
I'd like to share a quick update with you. If the story reaches the first ranking in terms of popularity and collection, I'll be releasing one, sometimes even two, chapters daily throughout the week. After that, the release schedule will depend on your response and support.
And if you are here from gojo x mcu and you are following that series too. I will upload one chapter for 7 days there too if this fic comes in #1 ranking in BOTH collection and popularity ranking. Just a bonus dont mind this one too much…
The gentle rocking of the carriage was a peaceful backdrop to the awkward silence that had settled within it.
On one side sat Emilia, her violet eyes occasionally darting towards her two new companions.
On the other side, Subaru fidgeted, still processing the day's events, while beside him, Gojo lounged against the wall, looking out the window into the moonlit countryside through a pair of pitch-black glasses he'd produced from thin air.
Emilia, driven by a mixture of gratitude and intense curiosity, finally mustered her courage. "Uhm, if it is not a bother, Sir Gojo…"
Before she could continue, Gojo interrupted without even turning his head. "No need for the 'sir' thing," he said, his voice casual and smooth.
"You can just call me Gojo. Or Satoru. Whatever you like. No sir, no lord, no formalities. I'm not really good with them." He finally turned to look at her, a lazy smile on his lips. "So just call me by my name."
Emilia flinched as if she'd made a terrible mistake. "I-I'm sorry if I offended you! I didn't mean to, "
Gojo cut her off again, this time with a soft chuckle. "Huh? You're a timid girl, aren't you?" he observed, his tone more amused than critical. "You don't have to be so timid all the time. People might think you're an easy target and try to take advantage of you."
"I'm sorry… no, uhm, I'm sorr, huh?" Emilia's words tangled together in a flustered knot.
Gojo laughed outright this time, a bright, genuine sound that filled the carriage. "Hahaha! You're funny. Just ask me what you want to ask."
Taking a small, steadying breath, Emilia tried again. "How old are you?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow behind his glasses. "You wanted to ask that? Huh." He paused, tapping a finger against his chin in mock thought. "Twenty-eight… I think I'll be twenty-nine this year. But yeah, that's what it is."
"Really?!" Emilia exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. Subaru looked equally shocked. "You don't look that old… If I had to guess, you look much younger. And you're very tall, too."
Gojo's grin widened into a full-blown, smug smirk. "Thanks for the compliment. My students also liked me. They always complimented me on how cool I am." He leaned back, crossing his long legs. "They were shy, of course, so they never said it to my face, but I knew. It's impossible not to think I'm cool, right?"
"Students?!" Emilia and Subaru said in unison, their confusion mounting.
"Yeah," Gojo confirmed with a nod. "I'm a teacher. Or... was a teacher."
Before they could press him further on that cryptic statement, the carriage slowed to a halt. They had arrived.
The door swung open, and Emilia gracefully stepped out. Gojo and Subaru followed, the former stretching his long limbs with a satisfying groan while the latter simply gawked at the massive, ornate mansion that stood before them, bathed in moonlight.
It was then that he noticed two figures standing at the grand entrance, two maids who looked like perfect mirror images, save for the color of their hair and the way it was parted.
As they approached, led by Emilia, one of the maids, the one with pink hair, spoke in a flat, emotionless tone.
"Greetings. My name is Ram, and this is my sister, Rem. We are the main servants of this mansion. I heard that you two are the honored guests of our lady, Emilia. My sister and I welcome you."
Gojo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a sharp, focused frown. "Now, this is extremely wrong," he said, his voice losing its lazy drawl. He pointed a long finger at the two maids.
"Two children working in a mansion? And as the mainservants? Don't tell me you're being forced to work here."
Ram's expression didn't change, though a flicker of annoyance crossed her features. "We are not being forced. We are servants to the lord of this mansion. Nothing more. And we are not children. We are seventeen years old, so we are far from being children. Please, welcome. I am sure you are tired."
"Yeah, I'm so tired," Subaru muttered, then quickly nudged Gojo with his elbow. "You don't get it, do you?" he whispered. "The age of maturity, or whatever, is different in this world than it is in Japan. It's normal here."
Gojo shot him an unimpressed look over the top of his glasses. "Huh? Well, either way," he declared, his voice returning to its normal volume as he looked past the maids towards the mansion's imposing doors, "I'll be having a talk with the lord of this mansion about this later."
….
Gojo Pov:
I followed the maids into the mansion, Subaru trailing behind me like a lost puppy.
To be honest, I didn't get the 'forced' vibe from them. The pink-haired one, Ram, was it?, had too much deadpan attitude for a prisoner.
But still... employing two girls who aren't even eighteen as your main staff? In my book, that screams 'creepy old dude' or 'pervert.' Major red flags.
But from what my Six Eyes could tell, they weren't sad, or scared, or anything of the sort. They were just… normal.
As normal as two identical maids in a gothic mansion could be.
This world really is weird. First, it's all medieval fantasy with magic and demi-humans, and now what is basically child labor is presented as perfectly fine. What a headache.
The blue-haired one, Rem, told me and the tracksuit kid to follow her, as she would lead us to our rooms.
Emilia went off with the other one, probably for some lady-of-the-manor business or whatever. And speaking of Subaru… talk about obvious.
The kid practically had heart-eyes every time he looked at Emilia.
The non-stop chatter in the carriage about her likes, her quest, her everything… it was like watching one of those cheesy high school dramas. Amusing, in a pathetic sort of way.
Rem stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. "Sir Gojo, this is your room. You can rest inside." Her voice was polite, but as flat as her sister's. She then pointed to the door right next to mine.
"Sir Subaru, this is your room. Please rest well. If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to call for me." Then, with a slight, perfect bow, she added, "I will be taking my leave now."
And just like that, she was gone, her footsteps silent in the grand hallway.
I didn't bother looking at Subaru's reaction. I just pushed my door open and walked in. It was… nice.
Big bed, fancy furniture, a large window overlooking the gardens. Way better than my dorm room at Jujutsu High, that's for sure.
I didn't even bother taking off my glasses or my boots. I just fell face-first onto the plush comforter, the springs groaning under my weight.
The physical fatigue was nothing, but the mental whiplash… that was something else. A small sigh escaped my lips, muffled by the expensive fabric.
First, dying. A definitive, final experience. Then, waking up in this bizarre new world. Then fighting some crazy goth lady, meeting another person from Japan of all places, and now, I'm an honored guest in some potentially creepy noble's mansion.
If Yuji tried to pitch this as a manga plot, I'd have told him it was too cliché and uninspired.
And yet,The gentle rocking of the carriage was a peaceful backdrop to the awkward silence that had settled within it.
On one side sat Emilia, her violet eyes occasionally darting towards her two new companions.
On the other side, Subaru fidgeted, still processing the day's events, while beside him, Gojo lounged against the wall, looking out the window into the moonlit countryside through a pair of pitch-black glasses he'd produced from thin air.
Emilia, driven by a mixture of gratitude and intense curiosity, finally mustered her courage. "Uhm, if it is not a bother, Sir Gojo…"
Before she could continue, Gojo interrupted without even turning his head. "No need for the 'sir' thing," he said, his voice casual and smooth.
"You can just call me Gojo. Or Satoru. Whatever you like. No sir, no lord, no formalities. I'm not really good with them." He finally turned to look at her, a lazy smile on his lips. "So just call me by my name."
Emilia flinched as if she'd made a terrible mistake. "I-I'm sorry if I offended you! I didn't mean to, "
Gojo cut her off again, this time with a soft chuckle. "Huh? You're a timid girl, aren't you?" he observed, his tone more amused than critical. "You don't have to be so timid all the time. People might think you're an easy target and try to take advantage of you."
"I'm sorry… no, uhm, I'm sorr, huh?" Emilia's words tangled together in a flustered knot.
Gojo laughed outright this time, a bright, genuine sound that filled the carriage. "Hahaha! You're funny. Just ask me what you want to ask."
Taking a small, steadying breath, Emilia tried again. "How old are you?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow behind his glasses. "You wanted to ask that? Huh." He paused, tapping a finger against his chin in mock thought. "Twenty-eight… I think I'll be twenty-nine this year. But yeah, that's what it is."
"Really?!" Emilia exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. Subaru looked equally shocked. "You don't look that old… If I had to guess, you look much younger. And you're very tall, too."
Gojo's grin widened into a full-blown, smug smirk. "Thanks for the compliment. My students also liked me. They always complimented me on how cool I am." He leaned back, crossing his long legs. "They were shy, of course, so they never said it to my face, but I knew. It's impossible not to think I'm cool, right?"
"Students?!" Emilia and Subaru said in unison, their confusion mounting.
"Yeah," Gojo confirmed with a nod. "I'm a teacher. Or... was a teacher."
Before they could press him further on that cryptic statement, the carriage slowed to a halt. They had arrived.
The door swung open, and Emilia gracefully stepped out. Gojo and Subaru followed, the former stretching his long limbs with a satisfying groan while the latter simply gawked at the massive, ornate mansion that stood before them, bathed in moonlight.
It was then that he noticed two figures standing at the grand entrance, two maids who looked like perfect mirror images, save for the color of their hair and the way it was parted.
As they approached, led by Emilia, one of the maids, the one with pink hair, spoke in a flat, emotionless tone.
"Greetings. My name is Ram, and this is my sister, Rem. We are the main servants of this mansion. I heard that you two are the honored guests of our lady, Emilia. My sister and I welcome you."
Gojo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a sharp, focused frown. "Now, this is extremely wrong," he said, his voice losing its lazy drawl. He pointed a long finger at the two maids.
"Two children working in a mansion? And as the mainservants? Don't tell me you're being forced to work here."
Ram's expression didn't change, though a flicker of annoyance crossed her features. "We are not being forced. We are servants to the lord of this mansion. Nothing more. And we are not children. We are seventeen years old, so we are far from being children. Please, welcome. I am sure you are tired."
"Yeah, I'm so tired," Subaru muttered, then quickly nudged Gojo with his elbow. "You don't get it, do you?" he whispered. "The age of maturity, or whatever, is different in this world than it is in Japan. It's normal here."
Gojo shot him an unimpressed look over the top of his glasses. "Huh? Well, either way," he declared, his voice returning to its normal volume as he looked past the maids towards the mansion's imposing doors, "I'll be having a talk with the lord of this mansion about this later."
….
Gojo Pov:
I followed the maids into the mansion, Subaru trailing behind me like a lost puppy.
To be honest, I didn't get the 'forced' vibe from them. The pink-haired one, Ram, was it?, had too much deadpan attitude for a prisoner.
But still... employing two girls who aren't even eighteen as your main staff? In my book, that screams 'creepy old dude' or 'pervert.' Major red flags.
But from what my Six Eyes could tell, they weren't sad, or scared, or anything of the sort. They were just… normal.
As normal as two identical maids in a gothic mansion could be.
This world really is weird. First, it's all medieval fantasy with magic and demi-humans, and now what is basically child labor is presented as perfectly fine. What a headache.
The blue-haired one, Rem, told me and the tracksuit kid to follow her, as she would lead us to our rooms.
Emilia went off with the other one, probably for some lady-of-the-manor business or whatever. And speaking of Subaru… talk about obvious.
The kid practically had heart-eyes every time he looked at Emilia.
The non-stop chatter in the carriage about her likes, her quest, her everything… it was like watching one of those cheesy high school dramas. Amusing, in a pathetic sort of way.
Rem stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. "Sir Gojo, this is your room. You can rest inside." Her voice was polite, but as flat as her sister's. She then pointed to the door right next to mine.
"Sir Subaru, this is your room. Please rest well. If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to call for me." Then, with a slight, perfect bow, she added, "I will be taking my leave now."
And just like that, she was gone, her footsteps silent in the grand hallway.
I didn't bother looking at Subaru's reaction. I just pushed my door open and walked in. It was… nice.
Big bed, fancy furniture, a large window overlooking the gardens. Way better than my dorm room at Jujutsu High, that's for sure.
I didn't even bother taking off my glasses or my boots. I just fell face-first onto the plush comforter, the springs groaning under my weight.
The physical fatigue was nothing, but the mental whiplash… that was something else. A small sigh escaped my lips, muffled by the expensive fabric.
First, dying. A definitive, final experience. Then, waking up in this bizarre new world. Then fighting some crazy goth lady, meeting another person from Japan of all places, and now, I'm an honored guest in some potentially creepy noble's mansion.
If Yuji tried to pitch this as a manga plot, I'd have told him it was too cliché and uninspired.
And yet, here I was, living it. I rolled onto my back, The gentle rocking of the carriage was a peaceful backdrop to the awkward silence that had settled within it.
On one side sat Emilia, her violet eyes occasionally darting towards her two new companions.
On the other side, Subaru fidgeted, still processing the day's events, while beside him, Gojo lounged against the wall, looking out the window into the moonlit countryside through a pair of pitch-black glasses he'd produced from thin air.
Emilia, driven by a mixture of gratitude and intense curiosity, finally mustered her courage. "Uhm, if it is not a bother, Sir Gojo…"
Before she could continue, Gojo interrupted without even turning his head. "No need for the 'sir' thing," he said, his voice casual and smooth.
"You can just call me Gojo. Or Satoru. Whatever you like. No sir, no lord, no formalities. I'm not really good with them." He finally turned to look at her, a lazy smile on his lips. "So just call me by my name."
Emilia flinched as if she'd made a terrible mistake. "I-I'm sorry if I offended you! I didn't mean to, "
Gojo cut her off again, this time with a soft chuckle. "Huh? You're a timid girl, aren't you?" he observed, his tone more amused than critical. "You don't have to be so timid all the time. People might think you're an easy target and try to take advantage of you."
"I'm sorry… no, uhm, I'm sorr, huh?" Emilia's words tangled together in a flustered knot.
Gojo laughed outright this time, a bright, genuine sound that filled the carriage. "Hahaha! You're funny. Just ask me what you want to ask."
Taking a small, steadying breath, Emilia tried again. "How old are you?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow behind his glasses. "You wanted to ask that? Huh." He paused, tapping a finger against his chin in mock thought. "Twenty-eight… I think I'll be twenty-nine this year. But yeah, that's what it is."
"Really?!" Emilia exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. Subaru looked equally shocked. "You don't look that old… If I had to guess, you look much younger. And you're very tall, too."
Gojo's grin widened into a full-blown, smug smirk. "Thanks for the compliment. My students also liked me. They always complimented me on how cool I am." He leaned back, crossing his long legs. "They were shy, of course, so they never said it to my face, but I knew. It's impossible not to think I'm cool, right?"
"Students?!" Emilia and Subaru said in unison, their confusion mounting.
"Yeah," Gojo confirmed with a nod. "I'm a teacher. Or... was a teacher."
Before they could press him further on that cryptic statement, the carriage slowed to a halt. They had arrived.
The door swung open, and Emilia gracefully stepped out. Gojo and Subaru followed, the former stretching his long limbs with a satisfying groan while the latter simply gawked at the massive, ornate mansion that stood before them, bathed in moonlight.
It was then that he noticed two figures standing at the grand entrance, two maids who looked like perfect mirror images, save for the color of their hair and the way it was parted.
As they approached, led by Emilia, one of the maids, the one with pink hair, spoke in a flat, emotionless tone.
"Greetings. My name is Ram, and this is my sister, Rem. We are the main servants of this mansion. I heard that you two are the honored guests of our lady, Emilia. My sister and I welcome you."
Gojo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a sharp, focused frown. "Now, this is extremely wrong," he said, his voice losing its lazy drawl. He pointed a long finger at the two maids.
"Two children working in a mansion? And as the mainservants? Don't tell me you're being forced to work here."
Ram's expression didn't change, though a flicker of annoyance crossed her features. "We are not being forced. We are servants to the lord of this mansion. Nothing more. And we are not children. We are seventeen years old, so we are far from being children. Please, welcome. I am sure you are tired."
"Yeah, I'm so tired," Subaru muttered, then quickly nudged Gojo with his elbow. "You don't get it, do you?" he whispered. "The age of maturity, or whatever, is different in this world than it is in Japan. It's normal here."
Gojo shot him an unimpressed look over the top of his glasses. "Huh? Well, either way," he declared, his voice returning to its normal volume as he looked past the maids towards the mansion's imposing doors, "I'll be having a talk with the lord of this mansion about this later."
….
Gojo Pov:
I followed the maids into the mansion, Subaru trailing behind me like a lost puppy.
To be honest, I didn't get the 'forced' vibe from them. The pink-haired one, Ram, was it?, had too much deadpan attitude for a prisoner.
But still... employing two girls who aren't even eighteen as your main staff? In my book, that screams 'creepy old dude' or 'pervert.' Major red flags.
But from what my Six Eyes could tell, they weren't sad, or scared, or anything of the sort. They were just… normal.
As normal as two identical maids in a gothic mansion could be.
This world really is weird. First, it's all medieval fantasy with magic and demi-humans, and now what is basically child labor is presented as perfectly fine. What a headache.
The blue-haired one, Rem, told me and the tracksuit kid to follow her, as she would lead us to our rooms.
Emilia went off with the other one, probably for some lady-of-the-manor business or whatever. And speaking of Subaru… talk about obvious.
The kid practically had heart-eyes every time he looked at Emilia.
The non-stop chatter in the carriage about her likes, her quest, her everything… it was like watching one of those cheesy high school dramas. Amusing, in a pathetic sort of way.
Rem stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. "Sir Gojo, this is your room. You can rest inside." Her voice was polite, but as flat as her sister's. She then pointed to the door right next to mine.
"Sir Subaru, this is your room. Please rest well. If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to call for me." Then, with a slight, perfect bow, she added, "I will be taking my leave now."
And just like that, she was gone, her footsteps silent in the grand hallway.
I didn't bother looking at Subaru's reaction. I just pushed my door open and walked in. It was… nice.
Big bed, fancy furniture, a large window overlooking the gardens. Way better than my dorm room at Jujutsu High, that's for sure.
I didn't even bother taking off my glasses or my boots. I just fell face-first onto the plush comforter, the springs groaning under my weight.
The physical fatigue was nothing, but the mental whiplash… that was something else. A small sigh escaped my lips, muffled by the expensive fabric.
First, dying. A definitive, final experience. Then, waking up in this bizarre new world. Then fighting some crazy goth lady, meeting another person from Japan of all places, and now, I'm an honored guest in some potentially creepy noble's mansion.
If Yuji tried to pitch this as a manga plot, I'd have told him it was too cliché and uninspired.
And yet, here I was, living it. I rolled onto my back, The gentle rocking of the carriage was a peaceful backdrop to the awkward silence that had settled within it.
On one side sat Emilia, her violet eyes occasionally darting towards her two new companions.
On the other side, Subaru fidgeted, still processing the day's events, while beside him, Gojo lounged against the wall, looking out the window into the moonlit countryside through a pair of pitch-black glasses he'd produced from thin air.
Emilia, driven by a mixture of gratitude and intense curiosity, finally mustered her courage. "Uhm, if it is not a bother, Sir Gojo…"
Before she could continue, Gojo interrupted without even turning his head. "No need for the 'sir' thing," he said, his voice casual and smooth.
"You can just call me Gojo. Or Satoru. Whatever you like. No sir, no lord, no formalities. I'm not really good with them." He finally turned to look at her, a lazy smile on his lips. "So just call me by my name."
Emilia flinched as if she'd made a terrible mistake. "I-I'm sorry if I offended you! I didn't mean to, "
Gojo cut her off again, this time with a soft chuckle. "Huh? You're a timid girl, aren't you?" he observed, his tone more amused than critical. "You don't have to be so timid all the time. People might think you're an easy target and try to take advantage of you."
"I'm sorry… no, uhm, I'm sorr, huh?" Emilia's words tangled together in a flustered knot.
Gojo laughed outright this time, a bright, genuine sound that filled the carriage. "Hahaha! You're funny. Just ask me what you want to ask."
Taking a small, steadying breath, Emilia tried again. "How old are you?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow behind his glasses. "You wanted to ask that? Huh." He paused, tapping a finger against his chin in mock thought. "Twenty-eight… I think I'll be twenty-nine this year. But yeah, that's what it is."
"Really?!" Emilia exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. Subaru looked equally shocked. "You don't look that old… If I had to guess, you look much younger. And you're very tall, too."
Gojo's grin widened into a full-blown, smug smirk. "Thanks for the compliment. My students also liked me. They always complimented me on how cool I am." He leaned back, crossing his long legs. "They were shy, of course, so they never said it to my face, but I knew. It's impossible not to think I'm cool, right?"
"Students?!" Emilia and Subaru said in unison, their confusion mounting.
"Yeah," Gojo confirmed with a nod. "I'm a teacher. Or... was a teacher."
Before they could press him further on that cryptic statement, the carriage slowed to a halt. They had arrived.
The door swung open, and Emilia gracefully stepped out. Gojo and Subaru followed, the former stretching his long limbs with a satisfying groan while the latter simply gawked at the massive, ornate mansion that stood before them, bathed in moonlight.
It was then that he noticed two figures standing at the grand entrance, two maids who looked like perfect mirror images, save for the color of their hair and the way it was parted.
As they approached, led by Emilia, one of the maids, the one with pink hair, spoke in a flat, emotionless tone.
"Greetings. My name is Ram, and this is my sister, Rem. We are the main servants of this mansion. I heard that you two are the honored guests of our lady, Emilia. My sister and I welcome you."
Gojo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a sharp, focused frown. "Now, this is extremely wrong," he said, his voice losing its lazy drawl. He pointed a long finger at the two maids.
"Two children working in a mansion? And as the mainservants? Don't tell me you're being forced to work here."
Ram's expression didn't change, though a flicker of annoyance crossed her features. "We are not being forced. We are servants to the lord of this mansion. Nothing more. And we are not children. We are seventeen years old, so we are far from being children. Please, welcome. I am sure you are tired."
"Yeah, I'm so tired," Subaru muttered, then quickly nudged Gojo with his elbow. "You don't get it, do you?" he whispered. "The age of maturity, or whatever, is different in this world than it is in Japan. It's normal here."
Gojo shot him an unimpressed look over the top of his glasses. "Huh? Well, either way," he declared, his voice returning to its normal volume as he looked past the maids towards the mansion's imposing doors, "I'll be having a talk with the lord of this mansion about this later."
….
Gojo Pov:
I followed the maids into the mansion, Subaru trailing behind me like a lost puppy.
To be honest, I didn't get the 'forced' vibe from them. The pink-haired one, Ram, was it?, had too much deadpan attitude for a prisoner.
But still... employing two girls who aren't even eighteen as your main staff? In my book, that screams 'creepy old dude' or 'pervert.' Major red flags.
But from what my Six Eyes could tell, they weren't sad, or scared, or anything of the sort. They were just… normal.
As normal as two identical maids in a gothic mansion could be.
This world really is weird. First, it's all medieval fantasy with magic and demi-humans, and now what is basically child labor is presented as perfectly fine. What a headache.
The blue-haired one, Rem, told me and the tracksuit kid to follow her, as she would lead us to our rooms.
Emilia went off with the other one, probably for some lady-of-the-manor business or whatever. And speaking of Subaru… talk about obvious.
The kid practically had heart-eyes every time he looked at Emilia.
The non-stop chatter in the carriage about her likes, her quest, her everything… it was like watching one of those cheesy high school dramas. Amusing, in a pathetic sort of way.
Rem stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. "Sir Gojo, this is your room. You can rest inside." Her voice was polite, but as flat as her sister's. She then pointed to the door right next to mine.
"Sir Subaru, this is your room. Please rest well. If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to call for me." Then, with a slight, perfect bow, she added, "I will be taking my leave now."
And just like that, she was gone, her footsteps silent in the grand hallway.
I didn't bother looking at Subaru's reaction. I just pushed my door open and walked in. It was… nice.
Big bed, fancy furniture, a large window overlooking the gardens. Way better than my dorm room at Jujutsu High, that's for sure.
I didn't even bother taking off my glasses or my boots. I just fell face-first onto the plush comforter, the springs groaning under my weight.
The physical fatigue was nothing, but the mental whiplash… that was something else. A small sigh escaped my lips, muffled by the expensive fabric.
First, dying. A definitive, final experience. Then, waking up in this bizarre new world. Then fighting some crazy goth lady, meeting another person from Japan of all places, and now, I'm an honored guest in some potentially creepy noble's mansion.
If Yuji tried to pitch this as a manga plot, I'd have told him it was too cliché and uninspired.
And yet, here I was, living it. I rolled onto my back, The gentle rocking of the carriage was a peaceful backdrop to the awkward silence that had settled within it.
On one side sat Emilia, her violet eyes occasionally darting towards her two new companions.
On the other side, Subaru fidgeted, still processing the day's events, while beside him, Gojo lounged against the wall, looking out the window into the moonlit countryside through a pair of pitch-black glasses he'd produced from thin air.
Emilia, driven by a mixture of gratitude and intense curiosity, finally mustered her courage. "Uhm, if it is not a bother, Sir Gojo…"
Before she could continue, Gojo interrupted without even turning his head. "No need for the 'sir' thing," he said, his voice casual and smooth.
"You can just call me Gojo. Or Satoru. Whatever you like. No sir, no lord, no formalities. I'm not really good with them." He finally turned to look at her, a lazy smile on his lips. "So just call me by my name."
Emilia flinched as if she'd made a terrible mistake. "I-I'm sorry if I offended you! I didn't mean to, "
Gojo cut her off again, this time with a soft chuckle. "Huh? You're a timid girl, aren't you?" he observed, his tone more amused than critical. "You don't have to be so timid all the time. People might think you're an easy target and try to take advantage of you."
"I'm sorry… no, uhm, I'm sorr, huh?" Emilia's words tangled together in a flustered knot.
Gojo laughed outright this time, a bright, genuine sound that filled the carriage. "Hahaha! You're funny. Just ask me what you want to ask."
Taking a small, steadying breath, Emilia tried again. "How old are you?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow behind his glasses. "You wanted to ask that? Huh." He paused, tapping a finger against his chin in mock thought. "Twenty-eight… I think I'll be twenty-nine this year. But yeah, that's what it is."
"Really?!" Emilia exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. Subaru looked equally shocked. "You don't look that old… If I had to guess, you look much younger. And you're very tall, too."
Gojo's grin widened into a full-blown, smug smirk. "Thanks for the compliment. My students also liked me. They always complimented me on how cool I am." He leaned back, crossing his long legs. "They were shy, of course, so they never said it to my face, but I knew. It's impossible not to think I'm cool, right?"
"Students?!" Emilia and Subaru said in unison, their confusion mounting.
"Yeah," Gojo confirmed with a nod. "I'm a teacher. Or... was a teacher."
Before they could press him further on that cryptic statement, the carriage slowed to a halt. They had arrived.
The door swung open, and Emilia gracefully stepped out. Gojo and Subaru followed, the former stretching his long limbs with a satisfying groan while the latter simply gawked at the massive, ornate mansion that stood before them, bathed in moonlight.
It was then that he noticed two figures standing at the grand entrance, two maids who looked like perfect mirror images, save for the color of their hair and the way it was parted.
As they approached, led by Emilia, one of the maids, the one with pink hair, spoke in a flat, emotionless tone.
"Greetings. My name is Ram, and this is my sister, Rem. We are the main servants of this mansion. I heard that you two are the honored guests of our lady, Emilia. My sister and I welcome you."
Gojo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a sharp, focused frown. "Now, this is extremely wrong," he said, his voice losing its lazy drawl. He pointed a long finger at the two maids.
"Two children working in a mansion? And as the mainservants? Don't tell me you're being forced to work here."
Ram's expression didn't change, though a flicker of annoyance crossed her features. "We are not being forced. We are servants to the lord of this mansion. Nothing more. And we are not children. We are seventeen years old, so we are far from being children. Please, welcome. I am sure you are tired."
"Yeah, I'm so tired," Subaru muttered, then quickly nudged Gojo with his elbow. "You don't get it, do you?" he whispered. "The age of maturity, or whatever, is different in this world than it is in Japan. It's normal here."
Gojo shot him an unimpressed look over the top of his glasses. "Huh? Well, either way," he declared, his voice returning to its normal volume as he looked past the maids towards the mansion's imposing doors, "I'll be having a talk with the lord of this mansion about this later."
….
Gojo Pov:
I followed the maids into the mansion, Subaru trailing behind me like a lost puppy.
To be honest, I didn't get the 'forced' vibe from them. The pink-haired one, Ram, was it?, had too much deadpan attitude for a prisoner.
But still... employing two girls who aren't even eighteen as your main staff? In my book, that screams 'creepy old dude' or 'pervert.' Major red flags.
But from what my Six Eyes could tell, they weren't sad, or scared, or anything of the sort. They were just… normal.
As normal as two identical maids in a gothic mansion could be.
This world really is weird. First, it's all medieval fantasy with magic and demi-humans, and now what is basically child labor is presented as perfectly fine. What a headache.
The blue-haired one, Rem, told me and the tracksuit kid to follow her, as she would lead us to our rooms.
Emilia went off with the other one, probably for some lady-of-the-manor business or whatever. And speaking of Subaru… talk about obvious.
The kid practically had heart-eyes every time he looked at Emilia.
The non-stop chatter in the carriage about her likes, her quest, her everything… it was like watching one of those cheesy high school dramas. Amusing, in a pathetic sort of way.
Rem stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. "Sir Gojo, this is your room. You can rest inside." Her voice was polite, but as flat as her sister's. She then pointed to the door right next to mine.
"Sir Subaru, this is your room. Please rest well. If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to call for me." Then, with a slight, perfect bow, she added, "I will be taking my leave now."
And just like that, she was gone, her footsteps silent in the grand hallway.
I didn't bother looking at Subaru's reaction. I just pushed my door open and walked in. It was… nice.
Big bed, fancy furniture, a large window overlooking the gardens. Way better than my dorm room at Jujutsu High, that's for sure.
I didn't even bother taking off my glasses or my boots. I just fell face-first onto the plush comforter, the springs groaning under my weight.
The physical fatigue was nothing, but the mental whiplash… that was something else. A small sigh escaped my lips, muffled by the expensive fabric.
First, dying. A definitive, final experience. Then, waking up in this bizarre new world. Then fighting some crazy goth lady, meeting another person from Japan of all places, and now, I'm an honored guest in some potentially creepy noble's mansion.
If Yuji tried to pitch this as a manga plot, I'd have told him it was too cliché and uninspired.
And yetThe gentle rocking of the carriage was a peaceful backdrop to the awkward silence that had settled within it.
On one side sat Emilia, her violet eyes occasionally darting towards her two new companions.
On the other side, Subaru fidgeted, still processing the day's events, while beside him, Gojo lounged against the wall, looking out the window into the moonlit countryside through a pair of pitch-black glasses he'd produced from thin air.
Emilia, driven by a mixture of gratitude and intense curiosity, finally mustered her courage. "Uhm, if it is not a bother, Sir Gojo…"
Before she could continue, Gojo interrupted without even turning his head. "No need for the 'sir' thing," he said, his voice casual and smooth.
"You can just call me Gojo. Or Satoru. Whatever you like. No sir, no lord, no formalities. I'm not really good with them." He finally turned to look at her, a lazy smile on his lips. "So just call me by my name."
Emilia flinched as if she'd made a terrible mistake. "I-I'm sorry if I offended you! I didn't mean to, "
Gojo cut her off again, this time with a soft chuckle. "Huh? You're a timid girl, aren't you?" he observed, his tone more amused than critical. "You don't have to be so timid all the time. People might think you're an easy target and try to take advantage of you."
"I'm sorry… no, uhm, I'm sorr, huh?" Emilia's words tangled together in a flustered knot.
Gojo laughed outright this time, a bright, genuine sound that filled the carriage. "Hahaha! You're funny. Just ask me what you want to ask."
Taking a small, steadying breath, Emilia tried again. "How old are you?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow behind his glasses. "You wanted to ask that? Huh." He paused, tapping a finger against his chin in mock thought. "Twenty-eight… I think I'll be twenty-nine this year. But yeah, that's what it is."
"Really?!" Emilia exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. Subaru looked equally shocked. "You don't look that old… If I had to guess, you look much younger. And you're very tall, too."
Gojo's grin widened into a full-blown, smug smirk. "Thanks for the compliment. My students also liked me. They always complimented me on how cool I am." He leaned back, crossing his long legs. "They were shy, of course, so they never said it to my face, but I knew. It's impossible not to think I'm cool, right?"
"Students?!" Emilia and Subaru said in unison, their confusion mounting.
"Yeah," Gojo confirmed with a nod. "I'm a teacher. Or... was a teacher."
Before they could press him further on that cryptic statement, the carriage slowed to a halt. They had arrived.
The door swung open, and Emilia gracefully stepped out. Gojo and Subaru followed, the former stretching his long limbs with a satisfying groan while the latter simply gawked at the massive, ornate mansion that stood before them, bathed in moonlight.
It was then that he noticed two figures standing at the grand entrance, two maids who looked like perfect mirror images, save for the color of their hair and the way it was parted.
As they approached, led by Emilia, one of the maids, the one with pink hair, spoke in a flat, emotionless tone.
"Greetings. My name is Ram, and this is my sister, Rem. We are the main servants of this mansion. I heard that you two are the honored guests of our lady, Emilia. My sister and I welcome you."
Gojo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a sharp, focused frown. "Now, this is extremely wrong," he said, his voice losing its lazy drawl. He pointed a long finger at the two maids.
"Two children working in a mansion? And as the mainservants? Don't tell me you're being forced to work here."
Ram's expression didn't change, though a flicker of annoyance crossed her features. "We are not being forced. We are servants to the lord of this mansion. Nothing more. And we are not children. We are seventeen years old, so we are far from being children. Please, welcome. I am sure you are tired."
"Yeah, I'm so tired," Subaru muttered, then quickly nudged Gojo with his elbow. "You don't get it, do you?" he whispered. "The age of maturity, or whatever, is different in this world than it is in Japan. It's normal here."
Gojo shot him an unimpressed look over the top of his glasses. "Huh? Well, either way," he declared, his voice returning to its normal volume as he looked past the maids towards the mansion's imposing doors, "I'll be having a talk with the lord of this mansion about this later."
….
Gojo Pov:
I followed the maids into the mansion, Subaru trailing behind me like a lost puppy.
To be honest, I didn't get the 'forced' vibe from them. The pink-haired one, Ram, was it?, had too much deadpan attitude for a prisoner.
But still... employing two girls who aren't even eighteen as your main staff? In my book, that screams 'creepy old dude' or 'pervert.' Major red flags.
But from what my Six Eyes could tell, they weren't sad, or scared, or anything of the sort. They were just… normal.
As normal as two identical maids in a gothic mansion could be.
This world really is weird. First, it's all medieval fantasy with magic and demi-humans, and now what is basically child labor is presented as perfectly fine. What a headache.
The blue-haired one, Rem, told me and the tracksuit kid to follow her, as she would lead us to our rooms.
Emilia went off with the other one, probably for some lady-of-the-manor business or whatever. And speaking of Subaru… talk about obvious.
The kid practically had heart-eyes every time he looked at Emilia.
The non-stop chatter in the carriage about her likes, her quest, her everything… it was like watching one of those cheesy high school dramas. Amusing, in a pathetic sort of way.
Rem stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. "Sir Gojo, this is your room. You can rest inside." Her voice was polite, but as flat as her sister's. She then pointed to the door right next to mine.
"Sir Subaru, this is your room. Please rest well. If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to call for me." Then, with a slight, perfect bow, she added, "I will be taking my leave now."
And just like that, she was gone, her footsteps silent in the grand hallway.
I didn't bother looking at Subaru's reaction. I just pushed my door open and walked in. It was… nice.
Big bed, fancy furniture, a large window overlooking the gardens. Way better than my dorm room at Jujutsu High, that's for sure.
I didn't even bother taking off my glasses or my boots. I just fell face-first onto the plush comforter, the springs groaning under my weight.
The physical fatigue was nothing, but the mental whiplash… that was something else. A small sigh escaped my lips, muffled by the expensive fabric.
First, dying. A definitive, final experience. Then, waking up in this bizarre new world. Then fighting some crazy goth lady, meeting another person from Japan of all places, and now, I'm an honored guest in some potentially creepy noble's mansion.
If Yuji tried to pitch this as a manga plot, I'd have told him it was too cliché and uninspired.
And yet, here I was, living it. I rolled onto my back, The gentle rocking of the carriage was a peaceful backdrop to the awkward silence that had settled within it.
On one side sat Emilia, her violet eyes occasionally darting towards her two new companions.
On the other side, Subaru fidgeted, still processing the day's events, while beside him, Gojo lounged against the wall, looking out the window into the moonlit countryside through a pair of pitch-black glasses he'd produced from thin air.
Emilia, driven by a mixture of gratitude and intense curiosity, finally mustered her courage. "Uhm, if it is not a bother, Sir Gojo…"
Before she could continue, Gojo interrupted without even turning his head. "No need for the 'sir' thing," he said, his voice casual and smooth.
"You can just call me Gojo. Or Satoru. Whatever you like. No sir, no lord, no formalities. I'm not really good with them." He finally turned to look at her, a lazy smile on his lips. "So just call me by my name."
Emilia flinched as if she'd made a terrible mistake. "I-I'm sorry if I offended you! I didn't mean to, "
Gojo cut her off again, this time with a soft chuckle. "Huh? You're a timid girl, aren't you?" he observed, his tone more amused than critical. "You don't have to be so timid all the time. People might think you're an easy target and try to take advantage of you."
"I'm sorry… no, uhm, I'm sorr, huh?" Emilia's words tangled together in a flustered knot.
Gojo laughed outright this time, a bright, genuine sound that filled the carriage. "Hahaha! You're funny. Just ask me what you want to ask."
Taking a small, steadying breath, Emilia tried again. "How old are you?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow behind his glasses. "You wanted to ask that? Huh." He paused, tapping a finger against his chin in mock thought. "Twenty-eight… I think I'll be twenty-nine this year. But yeah, that's what it is."
"Really?!" Emilia exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. Subaru looked equally shocked. "You don't look that old… If I had to guess, you look much younger. And you're very tall, too."
Gojo's grin widened into a full-blown, smug smirk. "Thanks for the compliment. My students also liked me. They always complimented me on how cool I am." He leaned back, crossing his long legs. "They were shy, of course, so they never said it to my face, but I knew. It's impossible not to think I'm cool, right?"
"Students?!" Emilia and Subaru said in unison, their confusion mounting.
"Yeah," Gojo confirmed with a nod. "I'm a teacher. Or... was a teacher."
Before they could press him further on that cryptic statement, the carriage slowed to a halt. They had arrived.
The door swung open, and Emilia gracefully stepped out. Gojo and Subaru followed, the former stretching his long limbs with a satisfying groan while the latter simply gawked at the massive, ornate mansion that stood before them, bathed in moonlight.
It was then that he noticed two figures standing at the grand entrance, two maids who looked like perfect mirror images, save for the color of their hair and the way it was parted.
As they approached, led by Emilia, one of the maids, the one with pink hair, spoke in a flat, emotionless tone.
"Greetings. My name is Ram, and this is my sister, Rem. We are the main servants of this mansion. I heard that you two are the honored guests of our lady, Emilia. My sister and I welcome you."
Gojo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a sharp, focused frown. "Now, this is extremely wrong," he said, his voice losing its lazy drawl. He pointed a long finger at the two maids.
"Two children working in a mansion? And as the mainservants? Don't tell me you're being forced to work here."
Ram's expression didn't change, though a flicker of annoyance crossed her features. "We are not being forced. We are servants to the lord of this mansion. Nothing more. And we are not children. We are seventeen years old, so we are far from being children. Please, welcome. I am sure you are tired."
"Yeah, I'm so tired," Subaru muttered, then quickly nudged Gojo with his elbow. "You don't get it, do you?" he whispered. "The age of maturity, or whatever, is different in this world than it is in Japan. It's normal here."
Gojo shot him an unimpressed look over the top of his glasses. "Huh? Well, either way," he declared, his voice returning to its normal volume as he looked past the maids towards the mansion's imposing doors, "I'll be having a talk with the lord of this mansion about this later."
….
Gojo Pov:
I followed the maids into the mansion, Subaru trailing behind me like a lost puppy.
To be honest, I didn't get the 'forced' vibe from them. The pink-haired one, Ram, was it?, had too much deadpan attitude for a prisoner.
But still... employing two girls who aren't even eighteen as your main staff? In my book, that screams 'creepy old dude' or 'pervert.' Major red flags.
But from what my Six Eyes could tell, they weren't sad, or scared, or anything of the sort. They were just… normal.
As normal as two identical maids in a gothic mansion could be.
This world really is weird. First, it's all medieval fantasy with magic and demi-humans, and now what is basically child labor is presented as perfectly fine. What a headache.
The blue-haired one, Rem, told me and the tracksuit kid to follow her, as she would lead us to our rooms.
Emilia went off with the other one, probably for some lady-of-the-manor business or whatever. And speaking of Subaru… talk about obvious.
The kid practically had heart-eyes every time he looked at Emilia.
The non-stop chatter in the carriage about her likes, her quest, her everything… it was like watching one of those cheesy high school dramas. Amusing, in a pathetic sort of way.
Rem stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. "Sir Gojo, this is your room. You can rest inside." Her voice was polite, but as flat as her sister's. She then pointed to the door right next to mine.
"Sir Subaru, this is your room. Please rest well. If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to call for me." Then, with a slight, perfect bow, she added, "I will be taking my leave now."
And just like that, she was gone, her footsteps silent in the grand hallway.
I didn't bother looking at Subaru's reaction. I just pushed my door open and walked in. It was… nice.
Big bed, fancy furniture, a large window overlooking the gardens. Way better than my dorm room at Jujutsu High, that's for sure.
I didn't even bother taking off my glasses or my boots. I just fell face-first onto the plush comforter, the springs groaning under my weight.
The physical fatigue was nothing, but the mental whiplash… that was something else. A small sigh escaped my lips, muffled by the expensive fabric.
First, dying. A definitive, final experience. Then, waking up in this bizarre new world. Then fighting some crazy goth lady, meeting another person from Japan of all places, and now, I'm an honored guest in some potentially creepy noble's mansion.
If Yuji tried to pitch this as a manga plot, I'd have told him it was too cliché and uninspired.
And yet, here I was, living it. I rolled onto my back, The gentle rocking of the carriage was a peaceful backdrop to the awkward silence that had settled within it.
On one side sat Emilia, her violet eyes occasionally darting towards her two new companions.
On the other side, Subaru fidgeted, still processing the day's events, while beside him, Gojo lounged against the wall, looking out the window into the moonlit countryside through a pair of pitch-black glasses he'd produced from thin air.
Emilia, driven by a mixture of gratitude and intense curiosity, finally mustered her courage. "Uhm, if it is not a bother, Sir Gojo…"
Before she could continue, Gojo interrupted without even turning his head. "No need for the 'sir' thing," he said, his voice casual and smooth.
"You can just call me Gojo. Or Satoru. Whatever you like. No sir, no lord, no formalities. I'm not really good with them." He finally turned to look at her, a lazy smile on his lips. "So just call me by my name."
Emilia flinched as if she'd made a terrible mistake. "I-I'm sorry if I offended you! I didn't mean to, "
Gojo cut her off again, this time with a soft chuckle. "Huh? You're a timid girl, aren't you?" he observed, his tone more amused than critical. "You don't have to be so timid all the time. People might think you're an easy target and try to take advantage of you."
"I'm sorry… no, uhm, I'm sorr, huh?" Emilia's words tangled together in a flustered knot.
Gojo laughed outright this time, a bright, genuine sound that filled the carriage. "Hahaha! You're funny. Just ask me what you want to ask."
Taking a small, steadying breath, Emilia tried again. "How old are you?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow behind his glasses. "You wanted to ask that? Huh." He paused, tapping a finger against his chin in mock thought. "Twenty-eight… I think I'll be twenty-nine this year. But yeah, that's what it is."
"Really?!" Emilia exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. Subaru looked equally shocked. "You don't look that old… If I had to guess, you look much younger. And you're very tall, too."
Gojo's grin widened into a full-blown, smug smirk. "Thanks for the compliment. My students also liked me. They always complimented me on how cool I am." He leaned back, crossing his long legs. "They were shy, of course, so they never said it to my face, but I knew. It's impossible not to think I'm cool, right?"
"Students?!" Emilia and Subaru said in unison, their confusion mounting.
"Yeah," Gojo confirmed with a nod. "I'm a teacher. Or... was a teacher."
Before they could press him further on that cryptic statement, the carriage slowed to a halt. They had arrived.
The door swung open, and Emilia gracefully stepped out. Gojo and Subaru followed, the former stretching his long limbs with a satisfying groan while the latter simply gawked at the massive, ornate mansion that stood before them, bathed in moonlight.
It was then that he noticed two figures standing at the grand entrance, two maids who looked like perfect mirror images, save for the color of their hair and the way it was parted.
As they approached, led by Emilia, one of the maids, the one with pink hair, spoke in a flat, emotionless tone.
"Greetings. My name is Ram, and this is my sister, Rem. We are the main servants of this mansion. I heard that you two are the honored guests of our lady, Emilia. My sister and I welcome you."
Gojo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a sharp, focused frown. "Now, this is extremely wrong," he said, his voice losing its lazy drawl. He pointed a long finger at the two maids.
"Two children working in a mansion? And as the mainservants? Don't tell me you're being forced to work here."
Ram's expression didn't change, though a flicker of annoyance crossed her features. "We are not being forced. We are servants to the lord of this mansion. Nothing more. And we are not children. We are seventeen years old, so we are far from being children. Please, welcome. I am sure you are tired."
"Yeah, I'm so tired," Subaru muttered, then quickly nudged Gojo with his elbow. "You don't get it, do you?" he whispered. "The age of maturity, or whatever, is different in this world than it is in Japan. It's normal here."
Gojo shot him an unimpressed look over the top of his glasses. "Huh? Well, either way," he declared, his voice returning to its normal volume as he looked past the maids towards the mansion's imposing doors, "I'll be having a talk with the lord of this mansion about this later."
….
Gojo Pov:
I followed the maids into the mansion, Subaru trailing behind me like a lost puppy.
To be honest, I didn't get the 'forced' vibe from them. The pink-haired one, Ram, was it?, had too much deadpan attitude for a prisoner.
But still... employing two girls who aren't even eighteen as your main staff? In my book, that screams 'creepy old dude' or 'pervert.' Major red flags.
But from what my Six Eyes could tell, they weren't sad, or scared, or anything of the sort. They were just… normal.
As normal as two identical maids in a gothic mansion could be.
This world really is weird. First, it's all medieval fantasy with magic and demi-humans, and now what is basically child labor is presented as perfectly fine. What a headache.
The blue-haired one, Rem, told me and the tracksuit kid to follow her, as she would lead us to our rooms.
Emilia went off with the other one, probably for some lady-of-the-manor business or whatever. And speaking of Subaru… talk about obvious.
The kid practically had heart-eyes every time he looked at Emilia.
The non-stop chatter in the carriage about her likes, her quest, her everything… it was like watching one of those cheesy high school dramas. Amusing, in a pathetic sort of way.
Rem stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. "Sir Gojo, this is your room. You can rest inside." Her voice was polite, but as flat as her sister's. She then pointed to the door right next to mine.
"Sir Subaru, this is your room. Please rest well. If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to call for me." Then, with a slight, perfect bow, she added, "I will be taking my leave now."
And just like that, she was gone, her footsteps silent in the grand hallway.
I didn't bother looking at Subaru's reaction. I just pushed my door open and walked in. It was… nice.
Big bed, fancy furniture, a large window overlooking the gardens. Way better than my dorm room at Jujutsu High, that's for sure.
I didn't even bother taking off my glasses or my boots. I just fell face-first onto the plush comforter, the springs groaning under my weight.
The physical fatigue was nothing, but the mental whiplash… that was something else. A small sigh escaped my lips, muffled by the expensive fabric.
First, dying. A definitive, final experience. Then, waking up in this bizarre new world. Then fighting some crazy goth lady, meeting another person from Japan of all places, and now, I'm an honored guest in some potentially creepy noble's mansion.
If Yuji tried to pitch this as a manga plot, I'd have told him it was too cliché and uninspired.
And yet, here I was, living it. I rolled onto my back, The gentle rocking of the carriage was a peaceful backdrop to the awkward silence that had settled within it.
On one side sat Emilia, her violet eyes occasionally darting towards her two new companions.
On the other side, Subaru fidgeted, still processing the day's events, while beside him, Gojo lounged against the wall, looking out the window into the moonlit countryside through a pair of pitch-black glasses he'd produced from thin air.
Emilia, driven by a mixture of gratitude and intense curiosity, finally mustered her courage. "Uhm, if it is not a bother, Sir Gojo…"
Before she could continue, Gojo interrupted without even turning his head. "No need for the 'sir' thing," he said, his voice casual and smooth.
"You can just call me Gojo. Or Satoru. Whatever you like. No sir, no lord, no formalities. I'm not really good with them." He finally turned to look at her, a lazy smile on his lips. "So just call me by my name."
Emilia flinched as if she'd made a terrible mistake. "I-I'm sorry if I offended you! I didn't mean to, "
Gojo cut her off again, this time with a soft chuckle. "Huh? You're a timid girl, aren't you?" he observed, his tone more amused than critical. "You don't have to be so timid all the time. People might think you're an easy target and try to take advantage of you."
"I'm sorry… no, uhm, I'm sorr, huh?" Emilia's words tangled together in a flustered knot.
Gojo laughed outright this time, a bright, genuine sound that filled the carriage. "Hahaha! You're funny. Just ask me what you want to ask."
Taking a small, steadying breath, Emilia tried again. "How old are you?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow behind his glasses. "You wanted to ask that? Huh." He paused, tapping a finger against his chin in mock thought. "Twenty-eight… I think I'll be twenty-nine this year. But yeah, that's what it is."
"Really?!" Emilia exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. Subaru looked equally shocked. "You don't look that old… If I had to guess, you look much younger. And you're very tall, too."
Gojo's grin widened into a full-blown, smug smirk. "Thanks for the compliment. My students also liked me. They always complimented me on how cool I am." He leaned back, crossing his long legs. "They were shy, of course, so they never said it to my face, but I knew. It's impossible not to think I'm cool, right?"
"Students?!" Emilia and Subaru said in unison, their confusion mounting.
"Yeah," Gojo confirmed with a nod. "I'm a teacher. Or... was a teacher."
Before they could press him further on that cryptic statement, the carriage slowed to a halt. They had arrived.
The door swung open, and Emilia gracefully stepped out. Gojo and Subaru followed, the former stretching his long limbs with a satisfying groan while the latter simply gawked at the massive, ornate mansion that stood before them, bathed in moonlight.
It was then that he noticed two figures standing at the grand entrance, two maids who looked like perfect mirror images, save for the color of their hair and the way it was parted.
As they approached, led by Emilia, one of the maids, the one with pink hair, spoke in a flat, emotionless tone.
"Greetings. My name is Ram, and this is my sister, Rem. We are the main servants of this mansion. I heard that you two are the honored guests of our lady, Emilia. My sister and I welcome you."
Gojo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a sharp, focused frown. "Now, this is extremely wrong," he said, his voice losing its lazy drawl. He pointed a long finger at the two maids.
"Two children working in a mansion? And as the mainservants? Don't tell me you're being forced to work here."
Ram's expression didn't change, though a flicker of annoyance crossed her features. "We are not being forced. We are servants to the lord of this mansion. Nothing more. And we are not children. We are seventeen years old, so we are far from being children. Please, welcome. I am sure you are tired."
"Yeah, I'm so tired," Subaru muttered, then quickly nudged Gojo with his elbow. "You don't get it, do you?" he whispered. "The age of maturity, or whatever, is different in this world than it is in Japan. It's normal here."
Gojo shot him an unimpressed look over the top of his glasses. "Huh? Well, either way," he declared, his voice returning to its normal volume as he looked past the maids towards the mansion's imposing doors, "I'll be having a talk with the lord of this mansion about this later."
….
Gojo Pov:
I followed the maids into the mansion, Subaru trailing behind me like a lost puppy.
To be honest, I didn't get the 'forced' vibe from them. The pink-haired one, Ram, was it?, had too much deadpan attitude for a prisoner.
But still... employing two girls who aren't even eighteen as your main staff? In my book, that screams 'creepy old dude' or 'pervert.' Major red flags.
But from what my Six Eyes could tell, they weren't sad, or scared, or anything of the sort. They were just… normal.
As normal as two identical maids in a gothic mansion could be.
This world really is weird. First, it's all medieval fantasy with magic and demi-humans, and now what is basically child labor is presented as perfectly fine. What a headache.
The blue-haired one, Rem, told me and the tracksuit kid to follow her, as she would lead us to our rooms.
Emilia went off with the other one, probably for some lady-of-the-manor business or whatever. And speaking of Subaru… talk about obvious.
The kid practically had heart-eyes every time he looked at Emilia.
The non-stop chatter in the carriage about her likes, her quest, her everything… it was like watching one of those cheesy high school dramas. Amusing, in a pathetic sort of way.
Rem stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. "Sir Gojo, this is your room. You can rest inside." Her voice was polite, but as flat as her sister's. She then pointed to the door right next to mine.
"Sir Subaru, this is your room. Please rest well. If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to call for me." Then, with a slight, perfect bow, she added, "I will be taking my leave now."
And just like that, she was gone, her footsteps silent in the grand hallway.
I didn't bother looking at Subaru's reaction. I just pushed my door open and walked in. It was… nice.
Big bed, fancy furniture, a large window overlooking the gardens. Way better than my dorm room at Jujutsu High, that's for sure.
I didn't even bother taking off my glasses or my boots. I just fell face-first onto the plush comforter, the springs groaning under my weight.
The physical fatigue was nothing, but the mental whiplash… that was something else. A small sigh escaped my lips, muffled by the expensive fabric.
First, dying. A definitive, final experience. Then, waking up in this bizarre new world. Then fighting some crazy goth lady, meeting another person from Japan of all places, and now, I'm an honored guest in some potentially creepy noble's mansion.
If Yuji tried to pitch this as a manga plot, I'd have told him it was too cliché and uninspired.
And yet, here I was, living it. I rolled onto my back, The gentle rocking of the carriage was a peaceful backdrop to the awkward silence that had settled within it.
On one side sat Emilia, her violet eyes occasionally darting towards her two new companions.
On the other side, Subaru fidgeted, still processing the day's events, while beside him, Gojo lounged against the wall, looking out the window into the moonlit countryside through a pair of pitch-black glasses he'd produced from thin air.
Emilia, driven by a mixture of gratitude and intense curiosity, finally mustered her courage. "Uhm, if it is not a bother, Sir Gojo…"
Before she could continue, Gojo interrupted without even turning his head. "No need for the 'sir' thing," he said, his voice casual and smooth.
"You can just call me Gojo. Or Satoru. Whatever you like. No sir, no lord, no formalities. I'm not really good with them." He finally turned to look at her, a lazy smile on his lips. "So just call me by my name."
Emilia flinched as if she'd made a terrible mistake. "I-I'm sorry if I offended you! I didn't mean to, "
Gojo cut her off again, this time with a soft chuckle. "Huh? You're a timid girl, aren't you?" he observed, his tone more amused than critical. "You don't have to be so timid all the time. People might think you're an easy target and try to take advantage of you."
"I'm sorry… no, uhm, I'm sorr, huh?" Emilia's words tangled together in a flustered knot.
Gojo laughed outright this time, a bright, genuine sound that filled the carriage. "Hahaha! You're funny. Just ask me what you want to ask."
Taking a small, steadying breath, Emilia tried again. "How old are you?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow behind his glasses. "You wanted to ask that? Huh." He paused, tapping a finger against his chin in mock thought. "Twenty-eight… I think I'll be twenty-nine this year. But yeah, that's what it is."
"Really?!" Emilia exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. Subaru looked equally shocked. "You don't look that old… If I had to guess, you look much younger. And you're very tall, too."
Gojo's grin widened into a full-blown, smug smirk. "Thanks for the compliment. My students also liked me. They always complimented me on how cool I am." He leaned back, crossing his long legs. "They were shy, of course, so they never said it to my face, but I knew. It's impossible not to think I'm cool, right?"
"Students?!" Emilia and Subaru said in unison, their confusion mounting.
"Yeah," Gojo confirmed with a nod. "I'm a teacher. Or... was a teacher."
Before they could press him further on that cryptic statement, the carriage slowed to a halt. They had arrived.
The door swung open, and Emilia gracefully stepped out. Gojo and Subaru followed, the former stretching his long limbs with a satisfying groan while the latter simply gawked at the massive, ornate mansion that stood before them, bathed in moonlight.
It was then that he noticed two figures standing at the grand entrance, two maids who looked like perfect mirror images, save for the color of their hair and the way it was parted.
As they approached, led by Emilia, one of the maids, the one with pink hair, spoke in a flat, emotionless tone.
"Greetings. My name is Ram, and this is my sister, Rem. We are the main servants of this mansion. I heard that you two are the honored guests of our lady, Emilia. My sister and I welcome you."
Gojo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a sharp, focused frown. "Now, this is extremely wrong," he said, his voice losing its lazy drawl. He pointed a long finger at the two maids.
"Two children working in a mansion? And as the mainservants? Don't tell me you're being forced to work here."
Ram's expression didn't change, though a flicker of annoyance crossed her features. "We are not being forced. We are servants to the lord of this mansion. Nothing more. And we are not children. We are seventeen years old, so we are far from being children. Please, welcome. I am sure you are tired."
"Yeah, I'm so tired," Subaru muttered, then quickly nudged Gojo with his elbow. "You don't get it, do you?" he whispered. "The age of maturity, or whatever, is different in this world than it is in Japan. It's normal here."
Gojo shot him an unimpressed look over the top of his glasses. "Huh? Well, either way," he declared, his voice returning to its normal volume as he looked past the maids towards the mansion's imposing doors, "I'll be having a talk with the lord of this mansion about this later."
….
Gojo Pov:
I followed the maids into the mansion, Subaru trailing behind me like a lost puppy.
To be honest, I didn't get the 'forced' vibe from them. The pink-haired one, Ram, was it?, had too much deadpan attitude for a prisoner.
But still... employing two girls who aren't even eighteen as your main staff? In my book, that screams 'creepy old dude' or 'pervert.' Major red flags.
But from what my Six Eyes could tell, they weren't sad, or scared, or anything of the sort. They were just… normal.
As normal as two identical maids in a gothic mansion could be.
This world really is weird. First, it's all medieval fantasy with magic and demi-humans, and now what is basically child labor is presented as perfectly fine. What a headache.
The blue-haired one, Rem, told me and the tracksuit kid to follow her, as she would lead us to our rooms.
Emilia went off with the other one, probably for some lady-of-the-manor business or whatever. And speaking of Subaru… talk about obvious.
The kid practically had heart-eyes every time he looked at Emilia.
The non-stop chatter in the carriage about her likes, her quest, her everything… it was like watching one of those cheesy high school dramas. Amusing, in a pathetic sort of way.
Rem stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. "Sir Gojo, this is your room. You can rest inside." Her voice was polite, but as flat as her sister's. She then pointed to the door right next to mine.
"Sir Subaru, this is your room. Please rest well. If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to call for me." Then, with a slight, perfect bow, she added, "I will be taking my leave now."
And just like that, she was gone, her footsteps silent in the grand hallway.
I didn't bother looking at Subaru's reaction. I just pushed my door open and walked in. It was… nice.
Big bed, fancy furniture, a large window overlooking the gardens. Way better than my dorm room at Jujutsu High, that's for sure.
I didn't even bother taking off my glasses or my boots. I just fell face-first onto the plush comforter, the springs groaning under my weight.
The physical fatigue was nothing, but the mental whiplash… that was something else. A small sigh escaped my lips, muffled by the expensive fabric.
First, dying. A definitive, final experience. Then, waking up in this bizarre new world. Then fighting some crazy goth lady, meeting another person from Japan of all places, and now, I'm an honored guest in some potentially creepy noble's mansion.
If Yuji tried to pitch this as a manga plot, I'd have told him it was too cliché and uninspired.
And yet, here I was, living it. I rolled onto my back, The gentle rocking of the carriage was a peaceful backdrop to the awkward silence that had settled within it.
On one side sat Emilia, her violet eyes occasionally darting towards her two new companions.
On the other side, Subaru fidgeted, still processing the day's events, while beside him, Gojo lounged against the wall, looking out the window into the moonlit countryside through a pair of pitch-black glasses he'd produced from thin air.
Emilia, driven by a mixture of gratitude and intense curiosity, finally mustered her courage. "Uhm, if it is not a bother, Sir Gojo…"
Before she could continue, Gojo interrupted without even turning his head. "No need for the 'sir' thing," he said, his voice casual and smooth.
"You can just call me Gojo. Or Satoru. Whatever you like. No sir, no lord, no formalities. I'm not really good with them." He finally turned to look at her, a lazy smile on his lips. "So just call me by my name."
Emilia flinched as if she'd made a terrible mistake. "I-I'm sorry if I offended you! I didn't mean to, "
Gojo cut her off again, this time with a soft chuckle. "Huh? You're a timid girl, aren't you?" he observed, his tone more amused than critical. "You don't have to be so timid all the time. People might think you're an easy target and try to take advantage of you."
"I'm sorry… no, uhm, I'm sorr, huh?" Emilia's words tangled together in a flustered knot.
Gojo laughed outright this time, a bright, genuine sound that filled the carriage. "Hahaha! You're funny. Just ask me what you want to ask."
Taking a small, steadying breath, Emilia tried again. "How old are you?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow behind his glasses. "You wanted to ask that? Huh." He paused, tapping a finger against his chin in mock thought. "Twenty-eight… I think I'll be twenty-nine this year. But yeah, that's what it is."
"Really?!" Emilia exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. Subaru looked equally shocked. "You don't look that old… If I had to guess, you look much younger. And you're very tall, too."
Gojo's grin widened into a full-blown, smug smirk. "Thanks for the compliment. My students also liked me. They always complimented me on how cool I am." He leaned back, crossing his long legs. "They were shy, of course, so they never said it to my face, but I knew. It's impossible not to think I'm cool, right?"
"Students?!" Emilia and Subaru said in unison, their confusion mounting.
"Yeah," Gojo confirmed with a nod. "I'm a teacher. Or... was a teacher."
Before they could press him further on that cryptic statement, the carriage slowed to a halt. They had arrived.
The door swung open, and Emilia gracefully stepped out. Gojo and Subaru followed, the former stretching his long limbs with a satisfying groan while the latter simply gawked at the massive, ornate mansion that stood before them, bathed in moonlight.
It was then that he noticed two figures standing at the grand entrance, two maids who looked like perfect mirror images, save for the color of their hair and the way it was parted.
As they approached, led by Emilia, one of the maids, the one with pink hair, spoke in a flat, emotionless tone.
"Greetings. My name is Ram, and this is my sister, Rem. We are the main servants of this mansion. I heard that you two are the honored guests of our lady, Emilia. My sister and I welcome you."
Gojo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a sharp, focused frown. "Now, this is extremely wrong," he said, his voice losing its lazy drawl. He pointed a long finger at the two maids.
"Two children working in a mansion? And as the mainservants? Don't tell me you're being forced to work here."
Ram's expression didn't change, though a flicker of annoyance crossed her features. "We are not being forced. We are servants to the lord of this mansion. Nothing more. And we are not children. We are seventeen years old, so we are far from being children. Please, welcome. I am sure you are tired."
"Yeah, I'm so tired," Subaru muttered, then quickly nudged Gojo with his elbow. "You don't get it, do you?" he whispered. "The age of maturity, or whatever, is different in this world than it is in Japan. It's normal here."
Gojo shot him an unimpressed look over the top of his glasses. "Huh? Well, either way," he declared, his voice returning to its normal volume as he looked past the maids towards the mansion's imposing doors, "I'll be having a talk with the lord of this mansion about this later."
….
Gojo Pov:
I followed the maids into the mansion, Subaru trailing behind me like a lost puppy.
To be honest, I didn't get the 'forced' vibe from them. The pink-haired one, Ram, was it?, had too much deadpan attitude for a prisoner.
But still... employing two girls who aren't even eighteen as your main staff? In my book, that screams 'creepy old dude' or 'pervert.' Major red flags.
But from what my Six Eyes could tell, they weren't sad, or scared, or anything of the sort. They were just… normal.
As normal as two identical maids in a gothic mansion could be.
This world really is weird. First, it's all medieval fantasy with magic and demi-humans, and now what is basically child labor is presented as perfectly fine. What a headache.
The blue-haired one, Rem, told me and the tracksuit kid to follow her, as she would lead us to our rooms.
Emilia went off with the other one, probably for some lady-of-the-manor business or whatever. And speaking of Subaru… talk about obvious.
The kid practically had heart-eyes every time he looked at Emilia.
The non-stop chatter in the carriage about her likes, her quest, her everything… it was like watching one of those cheesy high school dramas. Amusing, in a pathetic sort of way.
Rem stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. "Sir Gojo, this is your room. You can rest inside." Her voice was polite, but as flat as her sister's. She then pointed to the door right next to mine.
"Sir Subaru, this is your room. Please rest well. If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to call for me." Then, with a slight, perfect bow, she added, "I will be taking my leave now."
And just like that, she was gone, her footsteps silent in the grand hallway.
I didn't bother looking at Subaru's reaction. I just pushed my door open and walked in. It was… nice.
Big bed, fancy furniture, a large window overlooking the gardens. Way better than my dorm room at Jujutsu High, that's for sure.
I didn't even bother taking off my glasses or my boots. I just fell face-first onto the plush comforter, the springs groaning under my weight.
The physical fatigue was nothing, but the mental whiplash… that was something else. A small sigh escaped my lips, muffled by the expensive fabric.
First, dying. A definitive, final experience. Then, waking up in this bizarre new world. Then fighting some crazy goth lady, meeting another person from Japan of all places, and now, I'm an honored guest in some potentially creepy noble's mansion.
If Yuji tried to pitch this as a manga plot, I'd have told him it was too cliché and uninspired.
And yet, here I was, living it. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ornate ceiling. At least the bed was comfortable. That was something.
up at the ornate ceiling. At least the bed was comfortable. That was something.
up at the ornate ceiling. At least the bed was comfortable. That was something.
up at the ornate ceiling. At least the bed was comfortable. That was something.
up at the ornate ceiling. At least the bed was comfortable. That was something.
up at the ornate ceiling. At least the bed was comfortable. That was something.
, here I was, living it. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ornate ceiling. At least the bed was comfortable. That was something.
up at the ornate ceiling. At least the bed was comfortable. That was something.
up at the ornate ceiling. At least the bed was comfortable. That was something.
up at the ornate ceiling. At least the bed was comfortable. That was something.
here I was, living it. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ornate ceiling. At least the bed was comfortable. That was something.