Chapter 67

Teleport
"Alright, I'll ask."

—Hey, Assist-chan. Can you tell me?

—J: You say I can use Teleport, but how do I do it?
—A: Just imagine the place you want to teleport to and say Teleport. But it has to be a place you've been before.

"Well? Did you get it?"

Vee asks eagerly.

"Yeah, it looks like I just have to imagine a place I've been to and say Teleport."

"Whoa—! Let's try it out!!"

Brother Gene exclaimed excitedly.

"Isn't it dangerous?"

Grandmother asked with concern.

"How about starting with somewhere close by? Aran, wait in the guest room. Joan, the guest room should be easy to imagine, right?"

Following Grandfather's suggestion, Brother Aran returns to the guest room.

A little while later—

"Alright, Little Joan. Try imagining the guest room and doing it."

"Okay. (Guest room… Brother Aran… Guest room… Brother Aran…) Teleport."

*Poof…*

"""She disappeared…"""

Brother Noel, Brother Gene, and Vee murmured.

*Poof…*

*Plop.* "Whoa!? Did it work? Huh? Where's Brother Aran?"

It was definitely the guest room. But Brother Aran was nowhere to be seen.

"Heh, heh, heh… I'm right here."

Laughter came from behind me.

"Huh? Whoa! I'm sorry."

When I turn around, Brother Aran was smiling at me—right up close.

I had teleported to the guest room correctly, but I ended up appearing on Arandolf’s lap.

"You did it properly. Next, try imagining the living room."

"Okay. (Living room… Living room…) Teleport."

*Poof…*

"… She's gone."

*Poof…*

"""Whoa!!!"""

I teleported near Brother Noel, Brother Gene, and Vee, so when I suddenly appeared, the three of them were startled.

"Joan, how was it? Did you make it to the guest room?"

"Yes, I did."

… Though I can't exactly say that I landed on Brother Aran's lap.

Brother Aran also returned.

"Alright then, Little Joan. Let’s try increasing the distance. How about imagining the private military dormitory?"

Aunt suggested.

""Then, I'm heading to the dorm!""

Brother Gene and Vee said as they ran out of the living room.

"I'm going too."

Brother Noel chimed in.

"Then, me too."

Even Brother Aran headed for the dormitory.

After a little while—

"Alright, it's about time… (Private military dormitory… Private military dormitory… Oh right, I need to give Martin and the others the sports drink recipe… Private military dormitory…) Teleport."

*Poof…*

"She’s gone… Hey, Julieta, Joan doesn’t want to go to the royal palace. Make sure to respect her wishes."

"Of course, Father. Since she has Null attribute, I thought I had to protect her from others, but no… She’s so out of the norm that I have to protect her for that reason instead."

"Sigh… What the heck is Stanley doing at a time like this? I swear, I need to whip that boy into shape too."

Lindsey sighed, exasperated at Stanley, who is down with a hangover.

*Poof…*

"Ah, I did it."

I successfully teleported to the dormitory’s dining hall.

[…!!!!]

"Huh? What?"

I tilted my head in confusion.

Why do they all look so shocked?

Maybe Nat and Gan are surprised because it's their first time seeing teleportation, but… What about my brothers?

"U-uh, Miss… Joan."

"Huh?"

When I turn around, I saw Martin, his face bright red up to his ears.

And—I was sitting on his lap.

"Huh? Ah, s-sorry!"

I tried to get off in a hurry, but my feet didn’t reach the floor, and I start to lose balance—until Martin caught me from behind and prevented me from falling.

"Phew—just in time."

"Martin, thank you. And… I’m sorry."

"No, I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt, Miss Joan."

"Martin, geez you, but thanks."

Brother Gene thanked him.

"Really, thanks for helping Joe… But could you let go now?"

Brother Noel also expresseds gratitude but pointed out that Martin was still holding onto me.

After Martin put me down—

"Joan, what did you imagine? You weren’t just thinking of the dorm, were you?"

Brother Aran asks.

"Huh? I only thought about the dorm… Oh, I did think that I needed to give Martin the sports drink recipe."

"That’s it. At that moment, didn’t you think about Martin?"

"About me…?"

Martin muttered, blushing.

"Yeah, I thought, ‘sports drink for Martin and the others.’"

"‘For Martin and the others’…"

He murmured again, this time slumping his shoulders. Gan, beside him, patted his shoulder consolingly.

"So that means if you think about a person while imagining the teleportation destination, you end up teleporting to them?"

Vee asked.

"I think that’s how it works."

"Then, you better be careful when teleporting. Right, Jo?"

Brother Noel pressed the point.

"Yes. I’m sorry."

Later, when Father recovered from his hangover and heard about Aqua and Teleport, he ended up with a headache all over again. Feeling sorry for him, I used First Aid to relieve his pain.

After that, everyone related to the Lampail family—including servants and the private military corps—was made to sign a confidentiality agreement, and a strict gag order was enforced.