Noblesse Privilege 2 (Patreon)

Noblesse Privilege
Chapter 2

-VB-

“GAAHHH!!!!”

The eccentricities of a World Noble came from the fact that they possessed a wholly insulated and spoiled paradigm of the world. To the World Nobles who lived in Mary Geoise atop the Red Line, the world was their oyster and no one else had a say in it.

While perhaps that their power wasn’t completely almighty or far stretching, the Marines of the World Government gave them enough pull to do most things.

That said, even among the World Nobles, there was a man whose eccentricities set him apart from the rest.

“MY EYES!!!!”

Geoffrey Goldman Achstein vel Monstrathum.

The most generous and richest of the World Nobles.

“GAAAHHH!!!!”

Unfortunately, he too was an eccentric with a flair for drama.

“Lord Tenrybito.”

The World Noble, who technically controlled twelve different kingdoms spread throughout the world, looked up from where he had been rolling on the deck of the galleon.

“Yeah?”

“Here.”

The World Noble took the proffered item and slipped it on.

“... Thank the Heavens for sunglasses!”

Tenrybito vel Monstrathum’s foremost bodyguard and chief of securities Luponte sighed as he stood back up.

He still couldn’t believe that he left the Marines to take care of this youngster. He could have been a vice admiral by now.

“Now get up. You’re being a disgrace.”

A normal bodyguard to a normal noble, nevermind a World Noble, would have been summarily executed, if not worse.

But then again, Luponte would not joined the service of his current master if he thought that was how his life would turn out.

The still sniffling and tear-streaming World Noble pushed up from the deck and stood forlornly with a hanging head.

“I’m a disgrace to everything!” he sobbed like a child.

“Will you stop your self-induced depressive episode? You don’t even have depression. Your doctors checked.”

“But why does it hurt so much?!”

Smack

Yes, he just slapped a World Noble upside the head.

No, he was not going to get punished for it.

The rest of the crew chuckled and laughed at the comedy playing in their midst during their work.

“We’re only a day away from Alabasta. Shouldn’t you be doing your best to make yourself good? Or, I don’t know, thinking of ways to seduce that girl you like?” he asked.

He never understood why Geoffrey didn’t take any of the noble girls or ex-slave girls who threw themselves at him. Sure, he kept a few around as servants and staff at his palace, but he never even gave them more than a cursory glance.

He was always focused on one girl, who he never met more than once, and hasn’t shifted that focused at all.

“Princess Neferati might not like it if I’m too creepy,” the World Noble mumbled.

“Ha? Are you not even going to do the basic research on the girl you supposedly like?”

“I don’t want to come off as a stalker!”

“Fool! You are a World Noble! It is normal among them, regular nobles, and royalties to do proper research on their prospective partners! Where was you-”

He quickly stopped himself.

Yeah, there was a reason why Geoffrey turned out to be wonderfully eccentric and eccentrically wonderful.

He too was an orphan.

His parents were one of the World Nobles who died at the hands of Fisher Tiger when that crazy fishman assaulted Mary Geoise all those years ago.

It … actually made Luponte wonder why Master Geoffrey did not hate fishmen.

“MAMA!” young Geoffrey screamed as he tried to scramble forward, but Luponte, strong but not strong enough, held his young master back while his employer and his wife’s bodies hit the ground with wet, sickening thuds.

Fire raged all around them.

Fisher Tiger glared at them.

Luponte glared back while he cradled a sob-wrecked master in his arms.

Luponte certainly did. He hated the fishmen. He hated them all. They were fucking savages.

“Oi.”

Luponte snapped out of his thoughts when he heard master call out.

He looked down and saw his master, a young man with the circular sunglasses he gave him, look up at him.

“You looked like he were thinking of something bad.”

“Hnn.”

“Ohhh, Sasuke-sama!”

“Why do you call me that every time I grunt? And can you not say it without swaying your hips like some swooning girl?!”

“Because it’s perfectly wrong!”

Luponte sighed. “You make no sense, master. You’ve never even met a ‘Sasuke’ in your life. I would know. I was there for your entire life!”

“Nyeh nyeh nyeh!”

Luponte wanted to punch his master, but that would set a bad example for his subordinates.

“... Why her, anyways? You’ve had more than a fair share of good girls show you their interests.”

“Bah,” Geoffrey grunted. “My heart only belongs to Vivi!”

“Until she rejects you.”

Master’s entire proud and loud form collapsed, his arms flopping and head hanging.

“... Ugh.”

And began sobbing again.

“Yeah, see. If you keep doing this, there’s no way a normal girl would even consider letting you date her. It’s embarrassing.”

Which only made him cry more, and it was the ugly crying filled with snot and streams of tears.

“... You are ridiculous.”

“LAND HO!”

And just like a switch, Geoffrey’s water show ended on the spot and he rushed to the front deck of the galleon, Your Mystery Boxness.

He followed his master up to the front deck, and they saw a tiny dot appear on the horizon, and realized that they were alone for now.

“... I have reports.”

Master hummed. “Let’s hear it.”

“Donquixote Doflamingo’s pirate crews raided one of your allied kingdoms in the New World and enslaved half a thousand people. The Kingdom of Mara wants to retaliate, but they know that they don’t have the means.”

“So they want me to retaliate on their behalf.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll think about it.”

That was master’s way of saying ‘no.’

“Next.”

“Your investigation into Crocodile’s operations has been completed. We now have the means to publicly oust the snake from the Seven Warlords, which not only opens up a spot but also allows us to hunt him and his Baroque Works down.”

“Next.”

“Princess Neferati Vivi’s three sizes are -.”

“AHP AHP AHP! No!”

Luponte snorted. “You’ll see those sizes anyway. From what I read, Alabastan royalties don’t really hide much when they dress up.”

Was that drool on Geoffrey’s lips?

Naughty boy.