Cinderella: Book 3 Chapter 1

## Verse 1

In the largest room of a high-class Japanese restaurant, a group of men wearing suits gathered.

Perhaps they were all nervous, as each of their faces held the same atrophied expression.

In a stark contrast to those men, a woman wearing casual clothes sat in the seat of honor, confidently sipping on alcohol.

"Miss, it's time. Please make your preparations."

"Huh?　What a pain..."

"...It's time to put an end to the conflict."

"Hmph, do you dare to give me your opinion?"

The woman smiled gently as she kicked the man in front of her **square in the face**.

 ...I must have had one too many shots.

 Especially if I'm seeing visions, of all things...

 That bastard must have mixed in some of the cheap shit.

 He's gonna hear it from me, all right...

## Verse 2

Whether illusory or corporeal, it doesn't matter.

I'll kill anyone who opposes me.

## Verse 3

It's kind of nice doing my own dirty work.

Just painting pictures can get pretty boring.

## Verse 4

I'm not just some mistress who is

happy hiding behind men.

Let me prove that to you.

## Verse 5

Ah, I feel good.
Wouldn't it be great if you let out some more pitiful shrieks?

They'd make a nice snack to go along with my drink.

## Verse 6

Even if I'm accused of a crime,

I need only employ these young men to end it.

No one can stand against me.

## Verse 7

There's no point in crying now.

Shall it be the ocean? Or a mountain?

Or would you like to melt?

I'll listen to your dying wish, at least.

## Verse 8

...If I've done this much

and still haven't gotten the crap beat out of me by some moron,

this must be a dream...

## Verse 9

I must be a little tired,

getting drunk this easily.

I've run... this far... until now.

## Verse 10

*Before*

A man's voice echoed in her slightly drunken head.

The voice brought her back to her senses.

"Madam, let this be the **beautiful** day in which you take control.

This is a rightful **succession**.

To make sure everyone knows, we must hold a proper **ceremony**."

The man bowed his head and dared to speak his opinion once more, despite the blood running from his lips.

But she wouldn't listen to him.

"...Give me a break. We just drink the booze, right? Formality is a load of bull. Look, just hurry up and bring the **sake cup**."

The man's pupils shivered with **sadness**.

 ...Ugh, what a splitting headache. I must've drank too much.

 First reality hits me over the head, then these weird visions.

 Not for much longer, though. My salvation's just around the corner —

*After*

The subordinates, having prepared the **sake cup**, filled it to the brim.

The gaze of the many stern men gathered there also poured into the cup, as though pulled to it with magnetic force.

...This **ceremony** is a waste of time.

But if you insist it's necessary, I'll act in accordance with my duty.

Once I drain this cup, I'll be the head of this organization.

As a smirk of victory crept across her lips.

the woman drained the cup in a few gulps.

In that instant, right before her eyes, a  **brilliant** world opened up...

## Discordant Poem

In a wide open room of a luxurious, classy Japanese restaurant

sat a group of stern-looking men.

Before them sat a woman

gulping down sake.

She ridiculed the succession ceremony

so steeped in tradition.

The men stared at her in sadness.

The woman downed the sake-filled cup,

symbolizing her oath.

Proclaiming that she was now the boss,

the proud woman's eyes began to sparkle.