As Ristia laid in bed within her assigned living quarters at the orphanage, the door to her room opened with a tiny creak, and in stepped two men. One man held a lantern, illuminating the room.
“...Hey, y’don’t think we got the wrong room, do you?”
“What’re you talking about? This is definitely the right room.”
“But this room looks like some aristocrat’s daughter lives in it.”
“What in the hell are you talking about? This orphanage wouldn’t have a room like—Whaaaa?! Wh-What the hell is all of this?! None of this was here before!!”
“Did the girl bring it all with her?”
“No, Ristia didn’t come with a single piece of luggage, from what I remember.”
Ristia thought, I don’t know what’s going on, but entering a girl’s room while she’s sleeping sure is rude, and woke up.
“...It’s so late; did you need something?”
“Wha? Ristia! Why didn’t that drug work on you?!” the man exclaimed in an abrasive tone. She was trying to place that familiar voice this whole time, but it ended up being Director Georg’s.
“What exactly is the matter, Director Georg? You don’t sound yourself.”
“Grk, I mean, well... Um, what I meant to ask was, ‘Why are you still awake, my child?’”
“I’m not sure what you mean by ‘why’...”
What in blazes is going on?! She drank that powerful sleeping agent with the wine, so she should be knocked out cold until morning! Georg thought to himself, but with no way of knowing what he was thinking about, Ristia cocked her head in bewilderment.
“Hey, Georg, what are we going to do?”
“Doesn’t matter. She’s not going to put up much resistance anyway. Using a little force is fine every once in a while.”
“Heh, you got a point. Gets a little stale when they can never put up a fight, after all.” The burly man that came in with Director Georg flashed a lecherous grin. That had affirmed Director Georg’s goal in coming to Ristia’s room, and her face took a very displeased turn.
“Heh, looks like you finally realize the situation you’re in. Too little, too late, though. The Director gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Now I’m gonna have my fun and then some with that beautiful body of yours!” the burly man said, a perverted grin stretched across his face as he made his way up to the bed where Ristia was sitting. He then reached his hand out and tried to forcibly touch Ristia’s breasts—to which she gave him a chop with her hand.
“...Huh? Wh-What’s this? My arm... Why isn’t my arm moving?!”
“H-Hey, th-that thing. Is that your...” Director Georg stammered, pointing at the man’s feet.
Atop the now-crimson-stained carpet was a dismembered part of the man’s body.
“E-Eek! Why?! Why is my arm down there?!”
“Stop that. If you shout like that, you’ll wake up the children.” Ristia isolated the room so that no stray voices would slip out using her magic. Her crimson eyes glowed in the wavering flames of the lantern as they glared straight at Georg and the other man.
“Sh-She’s a sorcerer?!”
“H-Hey, Director! You never told me she was a goddamn sorcerer!”
“I was never told either! Grk, whatever, just run!” Director Georg turned heel and tried to make a break for the door, but as he turned and rattled at the doorknob, he found it wouldn’t open.
“Hey, what are you doing, Georg?! Hurry and open the damn door! Please!”
“I’m trying, but it won’t budge!”
“There’s no point trying. I made it so the door wouldn’t open when I isolated the sound of this room earlier.” Ristia responded as she climbed off of her bed and robbed the man of his consciousness with magic. Immediately after doing so, the man crumpled to the carpet limply. His severed arm was still spewing blood profusely, and guessing that he would die if he kept bleeding out like that, she stanched the wound.
“Wh-Who are you? Some spy sent by the local lord?!” Director Georg shouted in a shivering, violent tone, most likely mustering his best possible bluff, as to not give in to his fear. Conversely...
“I’m just a normal girl.”
“Bullshit! In what world is someone like you considered normal?!”
“What a flop...” Ristia flopped her shoulders in disappointment after being told that she wasn’t normal in regular fashion.