Malstilla stared at Mahasorena and let out a deep sigh of disappointment and tiredness. 'I expected her to fight a bit.' She thought to herself. Malstilla summoned chair to sit on and proceeded to remove her shoes. "These damn shoes, I been dancing in these heels for days without a break!" She exclaimed to herself as, "Note to self, wear flats."
After Malstilla took off her shoes she paused and let out a sight. "Yes, Yes, I know what you're thinking," Malstilla said, as she then created a pair of black flats to put on, "That you want to kill me and hurt me and whatever it is nowadays." She rolled her eyes as she thought this, she herself was like this, easily hot headed. She remembers her fits of rage, see what Mahasorena was doing paled in comparison. She has since grown out of such childish behavior, or so she thinks.
"I just wanted to see what that thing you transmigrated was jeez," She said as she laid back. She paused for a moment to see if Mahasorena was still alive as she had stopped making noise. Mahasorena was still alive as she could see her body raising and falling, she continued. "I read the Life Description File that you and got to say, very interesting person you pick. So the basic premise is that he was from America, raised there, got shit grades, and then killed himself in shame." She let out a sigh of some sort of emotion, disappointment? Or shame? She sighs for many reasons. "America will do that to you. " She muttered under her breath.
"Although you are in no position to drink anything, what kind of tea do you want?" Malstilla asked Mahasorena, seeing that she has made no sounds. She paused but still got no answer. "hmm, Cloud Emperor tea sounds good right now." She answered herself as she materialized a table with a tray that held two cups and a pot. When she poured her drink gentle steam rose from her cup. Seeing this she put her cup to the side to let it cool down.
She then returned her focus to her daughter, still not making noise. "While the description file was good and all, personally, it didn't give me enough details on the person. So I requested a different file for me to read about him, the Failed Life Potential File. It gives an alternate storyline if the person didn't die, for most it doesn't change but there are a few exceptions. Turns out this guy was one of them. But you knew that, right?"
She paused and looked at her daughter again, still no response or sound. Just gentle breathing, a sign of defeat. "No you didn't... Anyways, I'll give you a quick gist. If he didn't die and just went to summer school he would later go to college and get a degree. He would later go to medical school to study plastic surgery as he field of choice. Does explain why he keeps staring at a mirror all the time, thought he was narcistic." She paused for a moment and grabbed her cup, seeing that there isn't any steam coming off of it anymore she takes a sip.
"Damn, that shit good." she said to herself, she then put her cup down.
She took a quick moment to recompose herself and to collect her memories before she continued. "Later in life he would run for public office, as for how he went from the medical field to politics isn't mentioned on the file. Eventually something happened that damaged his public image, a scandal or something. He claimed that it was false, and it was, but the public didn't believe him."
She took another sip and let out a sigh of relaxation. "Somehow the resentment towards him started growing more with each day, soon they demanded his head. Titania became riddled with fear, many of his friends and allies abandoned him. He became desperate, he knew that there was no longer a comeback from this. He asked one of his few remaining what he should do." Malstilla paused for a moment and tension filled the air. "Do you know what this means?" She asked her daughter still quiet.
"It means that he depends on others to survive, anyone with enough political savvy could maneuver their way out of this but he couldn't." She answered her own question. She then continued with her story, "His friend said this to him in response, 'My dear friend Titania, many know your face and will hunt you down. Why don't you send them on a wild chase? If many people look like you then they won't know who is the real one!' Titania knew what this really meant and immediately set out to do it because he knew that if he didn't his life was forfeit." She then began to smile deviously as though entranced by her own story.
She then started to laugh, through the laughs she continued her stories, "You know what he did? He found people of similar stature, color, and height. And guess what he did!" She said as she started to laugh harder to the point of gasping for air, as if she needed it. Her daughter made no noise.
"He did plastic surgery on them and made them all life like him! Imagine! Seeing hundreds and thousands of Titanias popping up randomly. There was one in Spain and another in Chile, once in the Philippines and even in Denmark! But most of them were in the United States. All of them hunted down, the public thinking that it was the Titania they hated. And the real Titania was dancing circles around the people thanks to the guidance of his superior friends in both intelligence and power." Malstilla let out a sigh and cleaned her eyes from tears of joyous laughter.
"However all things must come to end. Eventually he was betrayed by close friend of his, know one knew who it was, it wasn't even mentioned in the file. Rumor has it that it was his lover, other just a friend. His position was revealed to the public and was eventually captured. He was then executed in public on live television. Thus ending the possible life of Titania de Paris."
She then got up and walked towards her daughter. She got closer to her ear and whispered through her teeth. "You put in something worse than one of those 'intellect' transmigrators, who can think their way out of everything, even though it is WE that given that sudden boost of intelligence." She said, "Or one of those people who have muscles for brains who punch their way out of trouble and call THAT smart thinking." Her mood switching from ecstatic joy and laughter to anger.
"You put in a politician, Sorena, " "AND WITH A FUCKING SYSTEM! Do you know how dangerous those are? They don't have to be intelligent as they can someone else for that. They don't have to be strong. They can be friends with someone like that. He doesn't do anything! He gets other people to do his work but he gets to claim the rewards." She then let out a sigh and backed away.
'She doesn't know any better, she is still young.' She thought to herself. "Who knows, he might be qualified to become one of us." she muttered to herself. She then waved her hand and Mahasorena's bonds broke, she was now free. Malstilla then snapped her fingers and a portal appeared, it looked like a galaxy. Mahasorena looked at her mother and said nothing. She then walked through the portal. It shut with an audible snap.
Malstilla let out a loud sigh. She waved her hand and materialized a painting standing on an easel. "Let look at him now..." She muttered to herself. The blank painting sprung to life. On it appeared Titania in the forest with Ajax. "Oh look he is about to get a sword."