Established Pinnacle: The Enigma

Meanwhile, outside the room...

Tiara, the young Nun that was recently chosen amongst many, moved through the corridor towards the dining room.

Her steps were steady and unhurried, as she continued to walk through the Orphanage. It was an Orphanage, but it was quite large, and resembled a castle of sorts.

Tiara then arrived within the dining room, and within she was met with a group of other girls almost around her age. Some were young, some were older.

But all were teenage girls as it could be seen.

"Sisters, I am back." Tiara greeted as she also sat down, and was served with a bowl of soup by one of them, who seemed older than her.

"Welcome back, what did she say?" The one who served her, inquired as she sat down, her tone gentle and respectful. Even though she looked older than the one she was talking about.

Her name was Beatrice. The oldest amongst them, and within thus sisterhood, she was like the mother of the group. She watched over, and took care if everyone here.

The six of them, were all from the Slums. They grew up there, as long as they could remember. Some had parents who sold them at birth, some had parents that just died off.

Some had no parents at all, and some had parents, yet did not have parents at the same time. Yes, such a thing was possible, and it was even worse than the others.

And Beatrice, as the oldest, and someone who at least grew up with parents, who later died. She knew what love was, especially maternal love that girls needed.

And because of that, she grew up taking care of everyone at the orphanage, the same way her mother took care of her. From age seven years old, to the current age she was, she was always maternal.

Fourteen whole years dedicated to being a mother figure of kids even around her age, made her a professional at nursing... Yet even her, someone like that, dreaded taking care of Michu and Michelle.

But she still loved the two little girls. Which was why she was looking forward to the report from one of her many sisters, Tiara.

"Don't be impatient Big sister. The lady did not say anything much, and the princesses are still as attached as ever." Tiara responded to Beatrice's inquiry.

"Oh..."

Both of them had a unique relationship, as Beatrice was like the mother figure before Cheryl even appeared, then she, Tiara, was the younger sister of everyone.

She was not the youngest out of all of them, but because of how obedient she was, she was like the younger sister amongst them. Plus, she was quite cheeky at times.

Unlike Beatrice, Tiara had parents who were still alive. They did not sell her, nor did they kick her out. They just pretended she never exists, at most, ignoring her completely.

When making food, or when doing other things, she was always left out. And with her personality, she did not even bother to be sad about it.

What was worse, was that the small chances they were aware of her existence, she was called all names and shouted at. Being told off, or that she was useless, or that she should have been killed while she was a fetus.

Such words were quite normal to her.

To the point where sometimes, she even says it all before they even open their mouth. Word to word, tone to tone, without much of a change of expression.

As for why she was within an Orphanage, she just willingly left, and was accepted by Beatrice and the others. She was three at that time, and now she was seventeen.

She matured into a better person, but one could not take away the small influence her parent's personalities had on her. Luckily, she was considerate enough.

She might not change her expression much, but she never liked to be told that she was useless, or better off dead. Which was why she was obedient, and on everyone's good side.

She was smart at a young age, and group up with the same mentality, she matured very early, so early one would think that it was even strange.

But... she was unaware of that.

"Bold..." Another one of the girls, who was laying her down on the table, spoke towards Tiara. She was Tiffany, the lazy one amongst them, and most likely the most protective.

She was sold by her parents, for being a strange child, when she was a baby. She was almost like the two daughters of Cheryl.

Almost... As she was usually lethargic, and could not do much. Even walking or sitting up, she could barely do that  even when she was way above the expected age.

Not that she could not, she just never bothered to. She was also lazy to eat, as she did not have sufficient strength to even open her own mouth, chew, and then swallow.

Thus her parents rejected her.

Even mostly everyone where she grew up, rejected her. That was, until she met Tiara and the others, and was accepted.

She especially loved Tiara, as the girl was not lazy, and loved to overwork herself. So, she did everything for everyone, chores, cleaning, babysitting, and the likes.

"Big sister Tiffany, I am not bold." Tiara pouted slightly as she spoke, being coquettish towards Tiffany, who raised her head to gaze at her. Her eyes were barely open.

"Ah... yes, yes... you are not."

And that was the reply Tiffany could give. The other girls did not see anything wrong with this interaction. Another young girl, one who was short and chubby also added.

"No, Tiara is the boldest of us all. I like the Lady, but the princesses scare me. They are just... to playful." She complained as she slumped down on the table, like Tiffany.

She was a pure orphan, who never knew her parents or anyone else related to her. She grew up in the Orphanage, cared off by Beatrice, who fostered her into a sister.

She was the second oldest before everyone, Beatrice being the only one older than her. She had no relative past, thus her character was forged throughout the experience of taking care of the other four girls with Beatrice.

Tiffany was lazy ever since her birth and never cared about anyone's opinion. Tiara was neglected and was forced to try and adapt to everyone.

And Beatrice had parents, loving parents do gave her so much care, she had enough to spare for everyone. These girls were forged through their circumstances.

But this lass, Rose, was different. She knew no difficulties, at least none great enough to affect her personality. She was your average young girl, with a normal attitude.

"I have to agree. They are weird." Another girl spoke up as well. Physically, she seemed liked the oldest amongst them, but truthfully, she was only older than Tiara.

She was Hilda, the most beautiful and the one with the most bountiful figure. The other girls had unique charm to them, but Hilda was an all round beauty.

She was another one who grew up with her parents, or a parent, and later lost him. Her father, took care off her for five years of her age, and throughout that time, she learned one major thing.

Men are the best parents and shields for their daughters, but are not suitable for being a mother.

Growing up with her father, her attitude was affected, as her mentality could rival that of boys her age. She was also blunt, one might even say rude as well.

She felt no need to filter out her words, and just said what she felt like saying. The loss of her father of course affected, but as a girl with a boy's mentality, she did not mourn for too long.

She accepted everything like a man, at the age of five, and moved on. She basically has no care for a lot of things, including people's opinions.

"Dont say it like that, unless you want me to recommend you for the babysitting shift tomorrow." Tiara corrected her, and Hilda chuckled in response.

She was bold, but babysitting was her worst nightmare. Let alone babysitting kids that could literally give you nightmares for days on end.

"Tiara is right." The last of them, a young girl who seemed to be older than Tiara, but younger than the others also added. She was Stella, the quiet one amongst them.

She also grew up with no parents, and had her character forged by her fellow sisters here. But unlike Rose, she ended being a person who keeps to herself.

She opened up to everyone here, for they took care of her, but that was that. Nobody else knew anything about her, let alone the fact she actually exists.

And she herself preferred it this way.

"Enough guys, let us drop this topic." Tiara ate the food she was served and cut the topic short. It was nice talking about the princesses and all, but it was nicer to talk about the lady.