Classmancers - A MOBA Esport Story - Part 3

Vol.19 Ch.5: Cornelia von Galen

Not a moment passed since Fiona and Karen entered the gym and somebody already greeted them, it was Cornelia. "Good, I see you safely made it."

"Huh?" Karen raised an eyebrow. "Why the heck do you make it sound like such a big deal?"

"Because today is the long-awaited scrim," Cornelia said. "So, I thought you might run away from the challenge."

"Pft, do you seriously think anybody gonna run away from a skill-less twat like you?"

"What was that?" Cornelia glared at Karen, and Karen glared back. There were invisible sparks in the air.

"Now, now." Fiona caressed her sister's head, calming down the fierce beast. "Let's not open the day with a quarrel, alright?"

"But, she started it...!" Karen pouted at first but soon succumbed to her sister's gentle stroking.

With the little beast peacified, Fiona turned to the girl challenging them. "Good morning to you, Cornelia."

"A fine morning to you as well, Fiona Landberht." Cornelia made a little courtesy bow. It was like watching a young lady from the Victorian era.

These days, such an archaic gesture would be considered silly, even in an old-fashioned school like St. Mary's. However, Cornelia was so dedicated to the art that her execution was flawless. It felt so natural that it was hard to make a bad comment on it.

Of course, that still did not stop some people from laughing at her all the same.

"Pft, look at her go." Karen sneered. "Doing the 'noble lady' skit again? I laugh every time."

"Skit? There is no skit here. After all, I AM a noble lady, a scion of the von Galen family."

"More like von Asshat."

"You sure enjoy running your mouth, don't you?" Cornelia twitched. "A mere servant like you has no right to speak in this manner to a noble lady."

"What was that!?" Karen jumped forward, ready to throw some hands at that pompous fake "lady".

"Karen, please calm down." Fiona averted the disaster in the nick of time by stepping in. "Cornelia, I believe I asked kindly of you to not address my dear sister like that again."

Cornelia rolled her eyes. "Pft, 'sister'. Yeah, right."

"CORNELIA. VON. GALEN. Please." It was phrased like a polite request but it was actually a demand, Fiona's sharp tone made that clear. The temperature in the gym must have dropped by at least two degrees in response.

"F-Fine, it was my bad," Cornelia stammered. "T-Though, I have said nothing wrong, did I? Why insist on this fake pretense?"

"What pretense, exactly?" Karen barked back. "Just so you know, our sisterly bond is a billion times more real than your fake blonde."

"W-What was that!?" Cornelia almost tripped as she stepped backward. "Y-Y-Y-You mere lowly commoner! You have no right to speak this way to a noble lady like me...!"

It was an embarrassing sight. Both sides threw insults at each other while disregarding everybody around them.

Fiona stepped in between the two dangerous beasts. "Do you two mind calming down?"

"But sis, this damn twat!" "Tch, you vulgar pleb!" "Von Asshat!" "Rubble!"

"CALM. DOWN. Please." Fiona's tone was as calm as ever, yet there was a certain fierceness to it that froze both girls in place.

Truly, this was a tiresome affair. This routine always made Fiona feel like a mother who had to watch over two brats.

Fortunately, Fiona's forceful demand extinguished the raging fire. However, it was not over, not yet.