Luck wasn't something that could be grown organically like the other stats. Even Charisma was extremely hard to raise, much less Luck.
Most people were born with their Luck at a fixed value, and they would live their lives with it, unless they would, ironically, have a very lucky encounter.
Were it not for the Supreme System allowing both of them to raise ALL their stats, the luck of the master-servant duo would similarly have remained at their starting values forever.
No matter who Darius had Analyzed since he came here, even the almighty Kubrick, no one had had more than 10 points of Luck.
In fact, with 'just' his 15 points of Luck from Earth he had been allowed to reincarnate into a fantasy world out of hundreds of trillions of souls. What were the goddamn chances?
And yet this young lady before him had more innate Luck than him...
Just what was her fate?
Was it something unique to the Ando family that ruled Andrato or was Jeanne herself protected by Lady Luck?
The two maids looked to be twins and identical ones at that, though they had slight differences. Both of them were about 5"11 and quite attractive.
The one on the left, Junia Hu, had a small round face, short-cropped green hair, and two sharp blue eyes. Her nose was small, as were her lips and ears.
She would have been cute if it wasn't for the slightly half-stoic, half-ferocious expression on her face. Her skin tone was creamy and her skin seemed rather supple for a fighter.
The sister on the right, Jania Hu, shared many similar features to her sister, like her ideally cute visage with a small nose, small lips, and round face. However, her short-cropped hair was purple in color, while her eyes were the same piercing blue.
Both sisters wore slightly altered maid outfits that allowed for fluid movements but were not the modernized version that sought to tease sensuality.
As for Jeanne… well, aside from her 'taboo' age, those points in Charisma were definitely not a mistake. As much as it pained Darius to admit it, Jeanne had to be the most attractive female he had seen to date.
Her face was as if perfectly sculpted by God, his tears flowing at the thought of having to send this masterpiece down to earth to frolic with those vile mortals.
What if she was soiled by them?
Putting aside this amusing visual, Darius appreciated her shoulder-length-blond hair that had a reddish tint to it. There were some flecks of white hair within that she had carefully hidden, but they failed to escape Darius's perception.
Her face was angular and tapered to a soft point, much like his own face. It gave the young miss a mature look, making her appear to be 16 years old.
Her eyes were like trapezoids, an intelligent glint flashing within them. They shone with a light silver color, which would have startled Darius had he not seen her race.
Or at least, half of it.
She had a sharp nose, slightly thicker lips that were pinkish-red, and a soft chin. Her skin was even creamier than the maids behind her, but not to the point of paleness.
She was seated, so Darius couldn't measure her height easily, but her form was svelte and still growing. Right now, it was neither bad nor great. However, Darius had a strong feeling that by the time she hit 16 or 17, she would fill out beyond what most fellows could handle.
The Crown Princess wore a lovely white sundress with green edges that complemented her eyes. It was a rather casual attire for a princess, but its presence on her seemed to be perfect.
Darius finished assessing the trio as they also finished assessing him. As such, he decided to get to what he had had supposedly come for, to be out of her as soon as possible.
"Greetings, Crown Princess. My name is Darius Stone, and I've come here to adhere to your summons," Darius greeted her formally, making a polite bow.
"Greetings, Baron Stone. You may call me Princess Jeane, and I've actually summoned you here to inquire upon some issues concerning your identity." The princess informed him, greeting him with a slightly less formal curtsy.
"Oh?" Darius murmured as he found that his previous ideas might have been wrong. This would mean that today might actually prove to very interesting. "Please, do lay out your concerns so that we might address them in a timely manner."
Jeanne nodded and took up the large folder which had been placed on the coffee table before her. She flipped it open, allowing Darius to see - with his sharp perception - that it was about him.
A dangerous glint flashed in Darius' eyes as they almost became serpentine slits, but he held back since there were two actual Adepts present.
Princess Jeane began speaking as she flipped through the file. "It says here that your first point of contact with our esteemed kingdom has been the Poleria Homestead, founded not too long ago by ex-Royal Guard Shanks Torniam. Is that correct?"
"Yes, that is correct." Darius replied with amusement.
The Princess nodded as if she expected this answer and continued. "Next, you proceeded to slay three bandit groups, one of which is reported to belong to the Equality Faction and the others purportedly to the Superiority Faction, of which the latter plotted the entire operation in order to harm the former. Is this true?"
"No, it is not." Darius answered calmly.
A flicker appeared in the eyes of the princess. "Please elaborate, Dear Baron."
"I did not 'slay' three bandit groups, neither did I know nor care about any of the involved factions. I was minding my own business when Portia Torniam rushed into my room to inform me about the homestead being under attack."
"As someone who had benefited off their kindness for more than a week at that point, and someone with the power to help out, I deigned it necessary to intervene. What I did was help the residents of the homestead defend their home, not slay bandit groups." Darius explained pointedly.
The princess was silent for a while. Darius's explanation did make sense, but it also did not, and she was determined to pursue this matter for her own reasons.
