“Then, to gauge your current knowledge, I have decided to give you a simple test.”
I ignored the protests of Princesses Sarasa and Orie and set a stack of test papers on the table, all while a sickly pallor and sweating profusely.
This was the first day of me pretending to be my famed, genius twin sister and taking on her role of as the tutor to the royal family in Eren Kingdom.
Right up to this morning had I still been feeling optimistic, thinking that even a failed college-entry exam student like me should be capable of teaching kids between 5 to 11 years old.
But…
“Teacher, why do you cross-dress?”
The eldest Princess who seemed to have lain in wait for me along the corridor stared coldly at me and asked with a calm voice.
I was shocked into taking a step backwards, nearly falling over.
She had discovered that I am male? So she had really discovered THAT part of me when I knocked my head against the bathtub?
“W-w-w-w-what, what can you possibly mean? To suspect that I’m not a girl just because I am flat, it is so hurtful. I have been a woman ever since I was born, uhohoho.”
I tried to laugh it away.
“Sorry, to maintain health and a shapely body, I have a habit of running in the morning!”
So saying, I fled as if flying.
Due to my shorted nerves, I ran all around the palace and nearly got lost.
During breakfast, I sat and ate with the royal family, but Princess Seria’s eyes seemed to be appraising me all the time, making me hard to swallow.
“Is this not to Teacher Glinda’s taste?” The Queen in maid costume asked me anxiously (it seemed that the Queen Mother had prepared breakfast herself).
“N-No, I am just testing a dieting medication and collecting data, so this morning I have to limit my food intake.”
I gave some random excuse.
“Is that so? But Teacher looks pretty uneasy, and keeps sweating.”
“Must be the side-effects of the medication, ohoohoo…”
Princess Seira kept looking at our exchange with wise-looking eyes.
Until even now.
Uwwwuu, she was still here, staring at me, kept staring… staring without changing direction for even an instance…
I laid down the stack of test papers, doing my utmost to avoid meeting the eldest princess’ gaze.
What should I do if she suddenly jumped up and said, “This person’s a man, not Ms Glinda.”?
My brain was filled with the terrifying headlines of “Broken alliance, Political criminal, Deceiver of the Royal family”, and I nearly broke down into pieces.
I peeked slightly around…
Whoa! She’s still staring!
If only I had been a masochistic lolicon, this might had turned out to be an ideal situation. Then, perhaps I would be very excited at being forced to cross-dress and coldly glared at by a purple-eyed, silver haired young girl who was as lovely as a western doll.
Unfortunately, I prefer cute ordinary girls of sixteen to seventeen.
So, in the face of Princess Seira’s silent interrogation, my weak intestines would just cringe.
Ohhh, what could she possibly be thinking about? Probably silently cursing “This cross-dressing pervert” from the bottom of her heart. Uwwuuu, ooooh, please stop glaring at me.
I felt as if I had become the pathetic Emperor Ludwig the Second who got dragged before court on charges of seducing his minister’s wife. Right, that Emperor seemed to have choked to death on a crab bun in prison.
Ahhh, this was no time to be sharing useless historical anecdotes!
Right, I should just concentrate on the maths lesson.
Within the nursery with brightly illuminated window curtains and wall-paper, the desk was seated with not just Princess Seira, but also those twin Princesses Sarasa and Orie, their elder brother Prince Ryuuju, and the young Prince Shin.
The twins were currently sulking unhappily due to their protests against the pop-test being rejected; Prince Ryuuju tightened his lips and refused to look at me; and Prince Shin looked sleepy as usual today.
The test-papers had been prepared by Helmut, with the difficulty levels adjusted according to their age. Helmut had an “sincere” smile on his face as he explained that it would be a trivial task to just pretend to teach by pointing out the problems that the children had difficulty in.
Princess Seira lowered her head and began to start writing.
I let out a breath of relief.
My heart continued to hammer like a drum against my chest. Muah, this was no condition to be teaching normally. But should I say anything wrong by mistake, my fake identity as Glinda might become unveiled.
I gave a reluctant smile.
“If there’s anything that seems too hard, you can just ask me.”
Seeing the tensed back and overly-serious face of Prince Ryuuju attempting each question, I walked behind him and said kindly.
“Is anything the matter, Prince Ryuuju?”
Prince Ryuuju violently retreated causing his chair to rock loudly. He frowned red-faced and glared at me in guard.
“D-don’t stand behind me!”
“… Sorry.”
“A-a-a-a-and, isn’t your collar cut a little too low? Ladies should not expose too much of their skin!”
Most likely it had been due to my falling atop of him in the corridors last night, he seemed to have taken me completely for a female pervert. Then again, was this what a child who just reached 11 years old would say? Strange?
Prince Ryuuju’s test script was filled in words and numbers as teeny as an insect, making me wonder “is there really such a need to be so serious about it?” It exhibited his earnestness and meticulousness.
“Really, Elder Brother Ryuuju is too mindful of Glinda ~~~!”
“That’s right, even his face has become swollen red. Could it be love at first sight?”
The Princess Sarasa and Orie teased their Elder Brother.
“P-preposterous! There’s no such thing! I just felt that she should not be overdressed to teach…”
“Oh really? Elder Brother Ryuuju must have been concentrating so much at Glinda’s chest that he can’t think of anything else?”
“N-no way!”
Prince Ryuuju’s flushed face blazed, and his frown deepened.
I couldn’t help but cover my chest. Due to the low-cut collar, I feared for my pads to be discovered.
“See? Even Glinda feels uncomfortable all over from your stares!”
“T-there’s no such thing!”
“No! I have absolutely no interest in your chest!”
“Y-yes, sorry, but it seems like all my clothes have low-cut collars…”
That Helmut, why did he only prepare clothes that could so easily expose my male identity? Was this a part of his extremely low-classed taste? If it was someone else who was wearing this, maybe I too would enjoy the view. But to put it on myself… Uwuuwuu…
Twin princesses danced about like a pair of birds.
“It had to be in-fashion to wear low-cut this year! Winstoria Empire after all is the world-centre of culture and fashion!”
“That’s right, Orie.”
The two of them held each other’s hands overly excitedly. It was just last night that they had been weeping from being spanked. What a quick restoration… ah, well. But both your scripts were still blank!
“Humph! Who cares about fashion. Rather than wasting time on make-up, it’s more important to discipline the insides.”
Prince Ryuuju declared un-amusedly.
“Ha! No matter how good your inside is, if your outward appearance is crappy, nobody would even approach you, and there won’t even be any chance to show off your good points!”
“Sarasa’s right! Besides, the pursuit of fashion and beauty is every girl’s inborn character. If Big Brother Ryuuju remains so ignorant of the hearts of women, it would be difficult later when you actually inherit the throne. For example, when dealing with the king of another kingdom, which is more effective as gifts, precious stones for the opponent’s wife or lovers? Right, Sarasa?”
“Telling me to resort to bribery? I absolutely refuse! It’s because of people like you two that politics becomes so seedy! How can women be allowed into the sacred task of managing a country!”
“You are so gullible, Big Bro Ryuuju! Creatures known as men have absolutely no means of refusing if a beautiful lady is to flirtatiously ask him ‘Pleeaaasee?’ ~~ ”
“Nah, Sarasa. Big Bro Ryuuju who becomes shy from merely looking at Glinda’s chest can’t even be considered a man yet.”
“W-w-what! I am not shy! And I have said so earlier, I have no interest in chest!”
“There’s no need to hide it, for someone as pure as Big Bro Ryuuju: your heart is written on your face.”
“Shut up! Sarasa! Orie!”
This group of kids made a non-stop din.
Prince Ryuuju had obviously become a toy to the twin Princesses, and as a male personally, I could not help but empathise with him. Girls were certainly eloquent or precocious… Even while I was in elementary school, I was often teased by the girls in my class…
“T-that, exam is still in progress. Please be quiet and answer your scripts.”
I warned while shaken, and the Princesses Sarasa and Orie replied adorably in unison.
“Ok!”
Prince Ryuuju turned red when he heard this, probably because he felt that he should have been setting an example for his younger siblings, but just added to the din instead. Embarrassed at his actions, he shook his head angrily and continued his test.
But the twins started chatting again no
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