The Girlfriend

Her Existence is Beautiful...

should have been the title, but meh. Well, anyway.

Elizabeth Vaundel is the only daughter of the country's current president, Greogorian Vaundel. A talented and gorgeous adolescent girl who always shines in the hearts of hundreds of millions, she definitely is significant.

However, why that much? Well, it is because she is adored not just by the whole country, but even in foreign lands. Big or small, powerhouses or not, even the circle of reigning monarchs and monarchs themselves like to see her personally every single month, if more, days, with none other than the power of connections itself, of course.

She is officially one of the most beautiful young adult women, having confirmed by the millions of reviews in a source that has a 9.9/10 rating, with the left decimal point literally being the criticism of some jealous hags. Hell, it cannot even be called criticism. Just straight-up self-proclaimed OPINION of theirs, from the ones who do not even know how to distinguish the scale of physical beauty from within themselves, let alone understand other's beauty which is easily noticeable to be considered "beauty within the majority".

Still, physical beauty? What about the beauty of one's heart? Aye, indeed in many ways it truly has the same significance as the former as well. But what about it? It is nonsense for them to bring it up in the first place since inside out, she still wins.

Body and mind, heart and soul, she has it all.

As what was agreed upon, she is the "typical perfect girl" any reader could ever find in fictional novels. The thing that makes her solely unique is that she is living up to it from millions of million's point of view, which is seen as impossible to exist so in reality, making it seem that the "typical" specialty is not typical at the slightest bit at all, since she alone is the only one who is acknowledged.

Well, indeed she is not perfect. But no matter if her admirers see it like that, they still would not accept it to be like that, just brushing it off, replacing it with the saying "Who cares, she's still perfect for me".

But of course, except for some.

Perhaps the thing that these envious ones could only say is that although they admit that she is beautiful, there will always be other women in the whole world who could be more beautiful than her but are just currently finding themselves undiscovered.

Fun fact, it actually is understandable. So then if it is so in the first place, why bother making it a problem then? The thing is, at the start of the discussion about "beauty", Narrator never really talked about who are the absolute TOP 10 most beautiful women in the whole world, nor the absolute prettiest face amongst every single one.

Any existence could be one of the, if more, the most beautiful "something" in the whole world for a certain someone, officially written in famous articles or not, popular or not, idiot or not, a fictional character or not, a big banana or not, and any other miscellaneous forms... or not.

Agreed with many or not at the slightest bit at all, that is how the term beauty should work. It is subjective. Hell, not just to the section of beauty, but that is just how the universe works.

The folklore of the universe.

However, why even bring this up, Narrator? Well, there is one thing everyone could ever agree on, not minding what the fuck Narrator just said. And it is that the word "beautiful" is "existence" itself.

...And then those two words merged into a single woman's plot twist with her two fucking beautiful thunderbolts that she just stole from Chupika and Spareau.

Boom! Surprise but not surprise!

Third wave; she has arrived.

"Did you have a beautiful nap, Novvie~?"

"Wha-Wha-What..."

Elizanbeth Vaundel, his so-called "girlfriend" and the stepping stone for his Normal Human Enlightenment or some shit from literally just a few hours ago, is unexpectedly standing in front of him right now...smiling the fuc out with just a small drop of innocence and a purely "You have fallen into my trap" kind of vibe.

The boy was now questioning his entire existence. 

*Gulp* "Wha-What about me saving you...what abo-"

"Wait, what are you talking about? It might have been weird, but it's okay. They don't bite."

"...H-Huh? A-as if you even understand what these shit cult women are saying...wait, do you?"

Did he change his mind? Oh well.

Since he had "partially" accepted the fact that they were aliens, of course, he would also take in mind what they had said about him being the only one who could understand their language.

So since his girlfriend's situation conflicts with what he thought, it is inevitable for him to have doubts.

But then despite seeing him looking so confused, the girlfriend just sighed and did not waver...or literally doesn't care how he thinks at all.

"No? I mean, who cares? They are obviously foreigners. And just so you know, these all happened because each of them is very...very gorgeous and cute! Kyaah! They're so adorable!"

"Yeah? But they're aliens you know."

Well, at least he didn't deny what she said.

"Okay. Then cute and pretty aliens! Just like...this cute little alien!"

And at least...Never mind, that's a really fucked-up mindset she got there, huh.

But then!

Swoosh~ Elizanbeth suddenly ran so fast. She passed by him in the blink of an eye, going towards Lita. She started pinching Lita's cheeks (Kyaa so cute can be heard). Her eyes are like shining stars while she begins drooling.

Her somehow-serious ambiance swiftly turned into a sparkling joy instead, similar to Lita's natural kit though at the same time quite different and unique.

And speaking of Lita, she returned a gesture by pinching Elizabeth's cheeks as well.

"You're so pretty, stranger!"

Lita exclaimed while smiling innocently. However, since Elizanbeth doesn't know what the child-looking person said, she asks the boy for translation.

"The hag just said that you're a stranger to her."

Dug! Impossible! There were no lies at all; what the boy spat out was true! And hearing that, Elizanbeth felt like a punching bag that was hooked straight to the face...but a punching bag has no face at all... no, it will if you print the face there.

'I told the truth cuz it was harsh.'

"Guh...S-stranger...but we met earlier though..."

And so they continued what they were doing. Meanwhile...

"Die, die, die, die, die..."

"Can you stop with the cursing? I'm already dead on the inside you know..."

Being given a reply from this Novvie or so as what his girlfriend had called him, the blue-haired-twintailed-petite-flat-chested-female-looking person then turned facing to her companion who was standing unsteadily at her side. She pointed at a guy in front of them with her thumb, disgusted.

"See? This shit in front of us is the chosen one."

It was aimed at a boy who is sweating for some reason that they don't know.

"Y-Y-Yes... o-okay..."

However, the rose-colored-haired "girl" is always stuttering in her every response. A little bit shy, is she not? Albeit her chests are certainly not shy.

"Like I said, why are you here, Eli? Is this actually what you were talking about with me yesterday, the newest location the Gorilla Blondie had bought?"

"Yes, Novvie. But who cares, we just brought you here because of the plan!"

"Huh? The plan? What plan? Wait, don't tell me, a plan with this bunch of shit-proclaiming aliens?!"

"We hear you, little shit." Someone from the background. 

"Again, they're not aliens! They are foreigners! If they are talking about alien language and you can understand them, then are you an alien as well? Logic, Novvie, logic!"

While saying that phrase, which is of course located above this one, The Girlfriend-

"Ugh, gonna really argue right now huh? Wait, let's go back! What the hell is this plan you're talking about?!"

"Well, actually..."

Despicable! Narrator does not like that no-narrator screen time! And who cares about the plan anyway, we already know every single shit!

What we do not know is how the fuck his name, derived from The Girlfriend's nickname "Novvie", is fucking cringe in any way?!

Well, the boy's real name is actually Noveli-NOOO!

Wait! Aye, that is not weird or cringe at all, right? The only cringe part is the whole story writing, although do not worry because I am just but a mere temporary.

But yes, because years ago when the boy was in his first year of having a sense of logic, he instantly asked for his name to be changed to his now real name and erased his real-real name's entire existence! Only he, his mother and father, their mothers and fathers, his family, his family's bloodline, his girlfriend, his girlfriend's bloodline, his AI, and no not his AI's bloodline but versions, and the other miscellaneous people in his life. 

And duh, why would I reveal the finale to you guys? In this chapter, we are focusing on The Girlfriend! Look, look at the damn title!

Anyway, wait for part two...nah, we'll just move on next.