Play with Mad Scientists!

Asako Morui, who will be eighteen this year, was a famous lady.

"Hey! I told you to wake me up at 7: 30 this morning!

Early in the morning Akiko develops eclampsia and calls one of his servants to his room to rave.

"I'm sorry. I heard you wanted me to go to bed last Saturday morning -"

In the middle of the words, Akiko threw the vase over the head of the servant woman. The vase breaks, water is sprinkled on the head of the servant, blood on his forehead.

Akiko felt a little better when she saw the likelihood of a servant showing a patient look as she was flooded and a muscle of blood dripping from her head.

"It's special today! I didn't have to tell you. I told the others, so listen to me!

"but... if other servants had told me, it would have been in my ear too"

"What are you talking about! I forgot to tell you!

Plus I threw the little stuff at the servant's face. I've been hitting people with things for over a decade. Akiko's throwing skills are considerable, and whatever you throw, within a few meters, you can charge them exactly as you want. Around the servant's nose, a small compartment hit him.

Since he was a little girl, Akiko had been delighted to impress those who were in a position to submit to him. I can't wait to see you endure irrational violence.

"My dad's coming home from a business trip overseas today. I want to welcome you first and foremost!

Akiko points to the tans with her jaw and urges the servant to wear clothes. Changing clothes, makeup, washing your body in the bath, even brushing your teeth, have been at the disposal of all users for eighteen years.

After getting dressed, Akiko heads to the front door while checking her email. They're already at the side of the house. I've been waiting for my favorite father to come home for the first time in two weeks.

A luxury car came running through the garden of the vast grounds, stopping at the front door, and the father you wanted came down.

"Welcome home. No, pap."

With his delightful face and sweet voice, Akiko jumped at the magnificent man in the suit. His father greets it with a smile. For the father of his eighteen-year-old daughter, he is a man who looks much younger. Regardless of your actual age, you only look like you're in your thirties if you just look like one.

"Have you been a good boy? Look, it's a souvenir you asked for."

"Wow, how American-like, dubiously colored, smelly, poisonous colorful treats, full of them"

Give Akiko the paper bag his father handed over from his secretary as is. When he saw the treats in large quantities inside, Akiko cheered.

"Akiko always wanted all the treats and dishes. You don't want more branded bags, clothes, cosmetics, that sort of thing?

"Nothing. I don't really like fashion or anything."

Though I am, and many of my parents love me, my appetite was astonishingly scarce, Akiko. It was because I had been given too much without any freedom since I was a child. Except that you're not allowed to leave this hall...

My parents drowned about Akiko, and Akiko also loved her parents so much that she was sweet. Akiko's life was guaranteed complete happiness. At least Akiko herself believes that and doesn't doubt it. But I can understand that I am happy by reason, but to be honest, Akiko couldn't really feel what happiness was.