Young Magic I: Shoujo and Shounen Wars

Twenty-Eight: Settlement Like a Golden Scroll

A familiar young alien girl with a single eye lens glasses would teleport right in front of the young alien professor while holding up high a firm starry telescope in her hands. She raises it to the eastern side above her, and there she attempted to swing her telescope unto him as a fierce attack.

The alien girl had a cold look on her face that it even matched her icy blue skin. She was indeed Annalise, whom Stella had called her. The 105-year-old alien astronomer. And she was just about to whack Astor in the head with her telescope.

Just in time, the young alien bodyguard Brennon would slide right in front of Annalise and swiftly blocks her telescope against the use of a forward strike from his jagged electric screen sword weapon. The alien bodyguard stood mildly injured in his battle stance; his hair messy, his clothes a bit torn and his skin marked with mild scars and bruises.

Due his visible injuries, he seemed to be breathing a bit louder than usual, as though he was heavily exhausted, especially when he was also sweating. A deepened frown grits through his teeth as he instantly lifts his head after a moment. He reveals a bruised scowl on his face.

"Y-You again?!" Claudia paused, taking a light step back.

"P-Professor Astor! Are you alright, sir?!" Brennon inquired brashly without turning to the latter shielded behind him.

Despite Brennon's frantic tone of voice and aggressive behavior, Astor's previously shocked expression faltered slowly into an unconvincing smirk. "Y-Yes, thank you, Brennon. I nearly forgot you were my bodyguard for a moment there..."

"Hmph. Foolish bodyguard, that is, and quite insolently gaudy for the job, too. So, we meet again, 104-year-old appointed alien bodyguard of the astronomy professor, little Mister Brennon." Annalise huffed, narrowing her eyes.

"Haaah?! So now you're looking down on me, you stuck-up astronomer?! Please, the only real astronomer here is Professor Astor, someone who definitely doesn't spend their life serving under a prissy and snobby alien princess unlike the likes of your pathetic existence!" Brennon soon mocked her back with an intimidating smirk.

"At least Princess Arabella is considered royalty. What does the status of your master pose as? Some inhuman mad scientist in the gutter? Besides, you insulting me right now in an utterly dire state of a bruised mess with disgustingly heavy panting and slimy pouring sweat just proves the lowly alien being you are." Annalise scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"My, my, come on now, everyone. Less insulting, more fighting. Actions do speak better than words," Beth Scarves butts in with hands on her hips, unfazed by their interaction of historic rivalry.

"For once, I'm gonna agree with that fortune telling slut and her smartass words," Brennon smirked, his gaze growing malicious and even more corrupted, as he pushes down his electric jagged sword hard unto Annalise's, in which Annalise scowls lightly as a reaction. "because now I'll just continue kicking your puny girls' asses, even if it means going as far to protecting Professor Astor with an already tired and injured body!"

Brennon... this loyalty of yours, its... Astor thought amusedly, but didn't finish said thought.

Ultimately, everything would stop in its place. Everyone else froze in nonexistent motion. Right after the faint echoing of ticking, everything else had changed. Claudia Rivers still found herself standing the same, and when she turned to look at Beth Scarves beside her, she didn't notice anything off with her friend either. It wasn't them that had to change in the scene though.