I Am No King's

Chapter 4 - Image

“Alright, before I explain about my abilities, I want to ask you one thing.”

　

“What is it?”

　

The Princess Emir replied to me with a position still lying on the road. Me? Still sitting next to him.

　

“How will we get out of here? No, let me change my question. How can I get out of here? The road is destroyed. I'll bet in front of there the streets must also have been destroyed right?.”

　

“Ah, yes. You're right too. And again,”

　

The princess of the Emir looked back at her pants. When he saw her, he tried to hold back his tears from coming out again.

　

“Lugalgin, is there anyone in your house?”

　

“Ya, of course there are. There's my father, mother, and sister. The three of them tomorrow came to meet the invitation for the battle royale event, right?”

　

“They?” The emir scrunched his forehead. “You didn't come?”

　

“No,” I replied quickly. “Actually, I want to use tonight's graduation party and my trip around town as an excuse. The plan, I will reason if exhausted and prefer to rest at home.”

　

“Ohh,” Emir just gave a short response. “I'd love to hear an explanation of your abilities, but my image is much more important. I don't want any palace people to see me in wet pants like this.”

　

Even though her pride was already destroyed in front of me, Princess Emir is still trying to save her pride in front of others.

　

There's actually an easy way to do it. I just need to throw the Princess Emir to the nearest river or pond.

　

But...

　

I looked towards the Princess Emir. If I throw it, I'll look very presumptuous and rude. No. gabe. Even this advice was presumptuous and rude. Even though he had told me to throw away all the formalities, I was still unable to do it completely. There is still a fear of punishment that may come.

　

“Tuan–”

　

“HAH?”

　

“Emir.”

　

I immediately revised the call when Princess Emir raised the voice. Hah, what can I do, I'll throw away all the formalities.

　

“To keep your image, in fact, quite simple. You just jump to the river or pool–“

　

“And then go home wet?” The Princess Emir interrupted. “You're kidding, right? I could be sick tomorrow and not be able to attend.”

　

“Ah, yes also.”

　

I forgot that he could get sick.

　

“But, if we linger here, the smell in your pants and clothes will even get stronger and harder to remove. At least we have to find a way out of your clothes.”

　

“Uhh.

　

I looked back at the Princess Emir, taking a good look at her body. Ah, it's impossible. His body was much larger than Ninlil's, so it was impossible. But maybe I can do something.

　

I took off the helmet and placed it on the chest of the Emir Princess.

　

“Emir, I'll do something about your image. Meanwhile, wear this helmet so that no one recognizes you.”

　

“Good.”

　

The Princess Emir finally stood up.

　

I walked to the motorcycle and turned it on. My hand was still a little sore from the knife cut, but at least the blood stopped flowing.

　

“Ah, yes, I just remembered.”

　

I walked back towards the Princess Emir and pulled out a knife. The Princess Emir who saw me coming with a knife immediately retreated.

　

“I won't hurt you. I'll just cut the igni cloth that's on your neck. Besides, I also have to clean up my blood that sticks to your neck. If my blood still sticks to your igni shirt and skin, you won't be able to use control.”

　

“Bi-let me do it. Just give me the knife.”

　

“Oke.”

　

I followed and gave my knife.

　

The Princess Emir put my helmet on the road and started cutting the igni cloth around her neck. Apparently, she's still traumatized by the sight of me holding a knife.

　

I returned to the motorcycle and opened a lid attached to the side of the tank. My motorcycle uses electric power, but I make it based on naked bike models that move with oil. Therefore, this oil tank is still there.

　

I modified the location of the oil tank cap to be on the side. From the original volume that should have been able to hold 50 liters of oil, I lowered the capacity to only 20 liters. The remaining 30 liters I change as battery space, to store power.

　

Why do I keep 20 litres of oil? Because I need it. Not for moving the engine, but for anything else. With the lid on the side, when I open it, then the oil will flow out, splashing on the road. Then, I'll shoot the oil that's spattered in the street, make an explosion in the back.

　

Of course I closed the tank and waited for a safe distance before making an explosion. But if pressed, I think my bike can be used as a bomb. Well, I've never practiced it anyway, so I can't tell you much.

　

This time, I had another reason to open the oil tank. I took the glove out of my jacket pocket and wet it with oil. After enough, I again closed the motor tank and walked towards the Princess Emir.

　

As I walked over to the Emir Princess, she stuck her hand out towards the wall that had been protecting us, trying to control it. I could see a sour face, filled with disappointment.

　

“Shut your face. In your neck there is still my blood attached, so you can't control.”

　

“Uuuu..”.

　

Not only the look on his face, even his voice sounded full of disappointment. He obeyed my words and raised his head. With gloves soaked in oil, I could clean the blood stuck to her skin easily. His snow-white skin was also clean again. Lost already bloodstains on his neck.

　

“This..... oil?”

　

The Princess Emir sniffed my gloves.

　

“Ya, right. This is oil. In addition to fuel, oil can be used to clean stains that are difficult to lose. But of course, this only applies to skin or solid objects. If the affected is cloth, oil will be difficult to remove it.”

　

Haha, his instinct as an antique collector is still strong as it turns out. I could see his eyes sparkling. The Emir was really interested in the simple application of this oil.

　

Has he forgotten his current condition?

　

“Alright, try to control that wall again.”

　

“Good!”

　

The Princess Emir followed my words and looked at the wall lying on the street. Unlike the previous one, this time the wall floated back, as if there was an attractive rope from the sky. After that, he changed his form several times into turrets of tanks, doors, tables, artillery, missiles, and other forms.

　

As per the information circulating, silicone can be converted into the hardest or soft and soft objects. Really great. According to the predicate, the Princess Emir is indeed special. Of the information circulating, silicon control is one of the 20 rarest types of materials.

　

“Ah... I can't imagine my life without control.”

　

The Princess Emir smiled widely while saying that. I can see that he's happy because his control is back.

　

I put on my oil-stinking gloves and walked back to the motorcycle.

　

　

“Hah? Doesn't it matter if my Krat touches you?”

　

“Krat?”

　

“This, my beloved weapon, Krat.”

　

Called guns? Beloved weapon? Are you an SD child?

　

“Nothing,” I replied Mr Princess Emir. “As long as it does not come into direct contact with my limbs, then it can still be controlled. I'll wear shoes and clothes, so you can use the crates as a base to lift my motorcycle down. And I'm also of course.”

　

“A-ah. Alright.”

　

I can still see the doubt from his response. Well, I don't blame him.

　

Throughout history, there has never been anything like this. The only way to eliminate control is to interfere with the concentration of its users. In other words, my ability is an unrecorded ability. And it makes me even more convinced not to make it public knowledge.

　

I rode my motorcycle. The Emir turned the Krat into a large plate capable of accommodating motorcycles. With restraint, he made this plate float and lowered me. It was like riding an elevator.

　

I suddenly remembered that the use of the elevator also needed control. The person entering will use the controls to drive the rotational engine inside the elevator, bringing it to the desired floor more quickly. At the hotel, there will be an elevator operator inside, making visitors not have to bother using controls.

　

Yeah, in fact, I can't apply for a job as an elevator operator. However, it's not important.

　

In a short time, I touched the streets of the city again, no longer the toll road.

　

I looked down the highway. Concrete debris was seen scattered in the streets and parks of the city, leveling it. I wonder, how yes all this damage will appear on the news tomorrow morning. Well, it's none of my business.

　

I turned on the motorcycle and came down off the plate. Once finished, the plate turns into a kind of cloth and connects with the scarf on the Emir's arms, hands, and legs, making it longer.

　

Eh?

　

I didn't get on, I felt my bike go down a little bit. I looked back, seeing that the Princess Emir was already sitting in the passenger seat. And, no matter when, he was wearing the full face helmet I gave him.

　

“Eh, Emir, how did you get on my vehicle? Can't you use your power to fly?”

　

“I don't want to fly. I want to feel the ride of a vehicle called this motorcycle,” said Emir casually while wiping my motorcycle.

　

“Tapi–”

　

“But what?” Emir interrupted. “You don't want me to dirty your vehicle?”

　

Ahh, yes. However, it seems I won't be able to say that.

　

“Alright then. Handle yes.”

　

“Good..!”

　

I turned the gas knob and left the place. In order to reach my destination, I had to find a detour that would otherwise be blocked by the destruction of the toll road.

　

“Hahahaha.. it turns out fun also yes this vehicle.”.

　

While I was riding a motorcycle, the laughter of the Princess Emir sounded fierce. During the journey, he hugged me firmly and tightly. And of course, I can feel it. Soft, soft, and slightly chewy.

　

***

　

I slightly folded the sleeves of the jacket and shirt, looking at the watch on the left hand. It's almost 2 in the morning. It's not the first time I haven't been home until late, but usually I have Arde or someone else as protection. But now I have no protection. I'll be very angry. It seems that I really should get out of the house immediately, find a place to live by myself.

　

I am currently in a city park that has a 24-hour bathroom. Before reaching this place, we went to the suburbs to look for a change of clothes. Well, consider it from acquaintances. And, yes, of course, the price of the clothes is not cheap at all. Normally I can get a full-fledged women's outfit from pants, t-shirts, even underwear for only 380 Zenith. But my acquaintance asked for 700 Zenith's.

　

When I said it was too expensive, he kicked me out and said “If you could get cheaper at the moment, you wouldn't come to me, would you?”. Damnit damnit! He knew very well that the one who was looking for clothes in the middle of the night must be due to illegal business. And yes, I know very well about it. I also had to pay 700 Zenith.

　

Even though the Princess Emir's hair was striking, it was fortunate that my helmet was too big on his head. So he can put his long hair in the helmet. Although I was a little curious as to how he did it, the important thing was that he could cover up his identity.

　

After getting clothes, we went to this park to use the toilet. Princess Emir must clean her body a little before changing clothes. And I waited at the exit.

　

“Hey Gin, thank you for the help.”

　

A voice emerged from the door of the female toilet followed by the figure of the Emir. Quickly he changed clothes. Tomboy girls are different.

　

The Emir wore a shoulderless t-shirt, blue jeans, a big hat, and an eyeglass. The big hat hid his long red hair. I slightly expected to see a bra strap on her shoulder, but unfortunately, under her clothes, there was a black cloth. The color of his skin that was supposed to be as white as snow was now as if it was black.

　

Without me noticing I stuck out my hand and touched the Emir's shoulder covered by the black cloth. I don't feel the sensation of threads or feathers. All I felt was a soft and slightly chewy sensation.

　

“It..”.

　

“This Krat.”

　

“Wow, I thought using silicone as a scarf was the limit. However, for you to be able to use it as an igni-like outfit, I didn't expect it to be this much.”

　

“Of course!” The emir puffed out his chest. “By the way, this is for you.”

　

Suddenly the Emir gave a cloth tied in the shape of a ball. I took this cloth and looked at it carefully. From the color, I realized what this fabric was.

　

“Please wash my dirty clothes. I can't take him to the palace. Later, the palace maid can tell that I'm wetting my bed. Hahaha!”

　

“And you entrust your clothes to me?”

　

“Yes, of course. Please wash with warm water and do not use the washing machine, but wash by hand. Do not rub too strongly because later it can damage the fabric. The clean ones yes!”

　

Waita minute. Something is strange.

　

“Ung, I know igni clothing specifications. And, I doubt that the jacket and pants you're wearing require washing that drag. Don't tell—“

　

“Yes, that's how to wash my underwear,” Emir interrupts. “If the way you wash it is wrong, the material will be damaged. Can make itchy when worn.”

　

“......”

　

I don't know what to say. Nah! I don't even know what to think. I, a normal 18-year-old man, was told to wash a woman's underwear. Even mother and Ninlil have not allowed me to touch their underwear. Well, Ninlil only banned me after he started attending Junior High.

　

On the other hand, this woman, a princess, told me to wash her underwear. I don't know what to say.

　

“Yes already. I'm going home first.”

　

I'm not done yet thinking, Emir is already floating. Using the Krat all over his body, it was very easy to make his body float and fly. Without letting me respond, he had already disappeared from sight.

　

“Dia, really serious?”

　

　

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