The Webnovel Writer's Chatgroup 24 Cynteralla Part 3

"Not bad, but not good either." Ellie had a frown on her face as she picked another dress from the pile. "Perhaps this one will be better."

Ellie dressed her up like a doll. It took an hour before she was finally satisfied with Celty's appearance.

"AH! I knew it! This dress suit you best." Ellie nodded her head and smiled at her.

"M-Mother, can you please tell me what's going on?" Celty finally built up her courage and asked the question that has been nagging on her head for the past hour.

"Hmm? Oh, this? Well, it would be best if we talk about that later sweetie. We still need to go to town." Ellie held her hand and walked outside the bedroom.

"B-But mother, I still need to do the laundry, clean the house, fix the roof and pull out the weed from the garden." Celty listed the things that she needed to do for the day.

"You don't have to worry about those things. They are being taken care of by now." Ellie a.s.sured her and they went down the stairs together.

Celty's jaw fell agape as she saw the scene before her. Culti, her older brother was humming a tune while wearing a frilly maid costume. He was busy dusting the furniture with his left hand, while his right is using the vacuum cleaner to sweep the floor.

"B-Brother! What are you doing?" Celty was in shock.

"Oh! Sister dear, that dress looks great on you. As expected of my sister, you look beautiful." Culti gave her a thumbs up while holding a feather duster.

"T-Thank you, but why are you cleaning the house brother? That's supposed to be my work." Celty tried to organize her thoughts while talking to her brother.

"Why? It's because that bast-" Culti paused for a bit and coughed "It's because our father has a screw loose on his head no? Why would he leave the housework to you when we are rich? I mean we could just hire maids to do these ch.o.r.es in the first place." Culti shook his head as he carefully dusted the expensive furniture of the family.

"B-But." Celty tried to retort, but she was cut short by a soft snort behind her.

"No buts, you better just relax and take the day off." Murakami was holding a basket of freshly washed laundry. He was wearing a frilly, pink maid outfit and surprisingly, he looks fabulous that even Celty felt inferior to him.

"B-Brother Murakami are those my panties?" Celty shakily pointed at the basket Murakami is carrying.

"Are you referring to these? Yes, they are yours. Sister, I'm very surprised by your taste. I mean, I was expecting panties with a bear or cookie print in them, but to think that you prefer to wear s.e.xy underwear…" Murakami gave her a teasing look.

Celty turned beet red as she hurriedly grabbed her "stuff" from the basket. Murakami in turn just laughed and proceeded to hang the laundry at the back of the house.

"Mother, what's going on?" Celty looked straight at her stepmother and clearly, she wants a proper explanation.

"It's just like what your brother Culti said. Your father should have just hired a few maids to take care of the ch.o.r.es. I mean, it would make your life easier no?" Ellie patted her head.

"Let's go, we still need to go to town." Ellie held her hand and was about to walk out of the door when Celty stopped in her tracks.

"Why are we going to town mother?" Celty was a bit hesitant to ask this question.

"To get a haircut, to have our nails polished…oh, maybe a foot spa will also be nice." Ellie started to list her plans for the day.

Celty was at a loss, but Ellie didn't giver her an opportunity to think and took her away before she can change her mind.

"Bye sis! Don't worry, you can leave the house in our care!" Culti waved using his feather duster as he saw Celty being dragged away by his mother.

Culti and Murakami finished cleaning the house and doing the laundry. Murakami volunteered to fix the roof in preparation for the rainy season. Culti was mulling over weeding the garden or cooking something for lunch when the doorbell rang.

He opened the door while still wearing the maid costume. He saw three people and the two of them looked like royal guards from the kingdom. The third person looked like a messenger of some sort because he is carrying a bag filled with letters.

"Yes? Is there anything I can do for you gentlemen?" Culti looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

'Oh! My Gawd! What a cutie!' The middle-aged man looked at Culti as if he saw the most beautiful girl in the world. The two royal guards gulped unconsciously as they saw the beauty in front of them.

"Ah yes. W-we came here to deliver an invitation from the King." The messenger stuttered.

"Culti! How many times do I have to tell you not to open the door to strangers!?" Murakami suddenly appeared behind Culti and glared at the strangers in front of him.

The three people stared at the new beauty that appeared before them. She was wearing a frilly pink maid outfit and her seductive glare made their nose bleed.

'Whoa! Too beautiful! But, the younger one is a cutie as well! I-I can't decide which one is better!'

'I-I want to take both of them home!'

The two royal guards were infatuated with the two girls in front of them while the messenger almost forgot his purpose for coming.

"Don't worry, we're not suspicious people. Do you want some candy? I have lollipops here have some!" The messenger smiled and gave Culti a lollipop.

"Oh, strawberry. I like strawberry!" Culti happily removed the wrapper and started to lick the lollipop.

The three men weren't able to stop themselves from staring at his adorable lips. Culti licked, sucked and kissed the lollipop in a very sensual way. He played with the lollipop and giggled as the strawberry filling in its center started to ooze out.

The three men were edging closer to her when a snort brought them out of their fantasies.

"You bunch of perverts! If you don't go away I'll beat the c.r.a.p out of the three of you!" Murakami looked at the three of them in disdain.

"W-We're very sorry about that. Here please take this! It is an invitation from the King." The messenger handed the letter invitation to Murakami.

Murakami opened the letter and checked the invitation.

"An Invitation for the birthday of the Second Princess of the Kingdom?" Murakami frowned.

"Yes. The king is planning to invite all the eligible men from the kingdom to partic.i.p.ate in the Royal Ball. One lucky person will be chosen as the husband of the Second Princess." The messenger wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Hmmp! Not interested!" Murakami snorted.

The three men focused their gaze at Culti hoping that he'll give a different answer. Culti looked at them with a smile. He then lowered his gaze towards their private parts. The three men blushed when they noticed that the young beauty in front of them was staring at their little juniors.

*CRACK*

Culti bit the lollipop and chewed strongly. The three men unconsciously clamped down and backed away.

"Anything else?" Murakami sneered at them.

"N-No. We hope to see the gentlemen of this family to partic.i.p.ate in the Royal Ball. P-Please have a good day!" The three people ran away from the residence.

"Royal ball? What a waste of time. I would rather scrub the bathroom than partic.i.p.ate." Culti shook his head in indignation.

"Ah! I forgot! I'm not finished in fixing the roof. Culti, make sure to weed the garden before Mother and Celty comes back." Murakami hurried back to finish his ch.o.r.e.

"Leave it to me brother! Ah! Don't forget to cook lunch after you're done fixing the roof!" Culti reminded the hurrying Murakami.

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In a Salon somewhere in the capital.

"What? The Second Princess is going to celebrate her 16th birthday and the King is calling all the eligible men of the kingdom to partic.i.p.ate in the celebrations?" Ellie tilted her head as she listened to the gossip of the manicurist in front of her.

"Yes Madam! The messengers are giving out the invitations as we speak." The manicurist nodded her head.

Ellie and Celty were in a famous salon in the capital. This is also a place of gossip so news about the Princess Birthday Celebration is circulating among the customers.

Ellie is not interested in the subject and Celty's only concern is that her brothers might be having a hard time doing the household ch.o.r.es. She wished that she can fly back home and help the two of them, but her stepmother won't allow her to leave until they're done with their business.

"This is just a rumor, but it seems that the King is looking for a suitable husband for her daughter." The manicurist added in pa.s.sing.

"Is that so? Well, it's none of my business." Ellie leaned back in her chair.

"M-Madam, I've seen your boys before and I think any of them will be a good match for the princess." The manicurist softly spoke from the side.

"I'm not too sure about that…after all, the two of them are sister-cons." Ellie softly muttered from the side.

The manicurist didn't hear her reply and focused on her work.

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In the Royal Castle…

"Stupid father! I don't want to partic.i.p.ate in this celebration!" Camsyyy, the second princess of the Kingdom of Tralala was rolling on top of her bed in frustration.

"There's nothing you can do about it sister, just give up." Claude her older sister giggled from the side.

"Y-You! Who's side are you on!?" Camsyyy hugged her sister and the two of them rolled in the sheets together.

"You're not interested in this celebration because of your preferences right?" Claude patted her head.

"Ohh! Sis, you're the only one who understands me!" Camsyyy buried herself in her sister's embrace.

"Don't worry, I'm always on your side. I'll try to convince father to change his mind during the birthday celebration." Claude tried to rea.s.sure her.

"Thx Sis! You're the best." Camsyyy snuggled closer to her. The two of them tumbled on the sheets once more.

The kingdom of Tralala is busy in its preparation for the birthday celebration. Little did they know that some uninvited guests are planning to join in the fun.

*Sparkles*

"Finally it's my time to s.h.i.+ne!"

"Nyah~ What are you talking about? It's my Nyah's~ turn to s.h.i.+ne."

"Such Jealous. Much Envy Wow!"

To be Continued…