As soon as I ehe grand hall it went deadly silent as they basked in my glory… Or so I would like to say - however - what really happened was a few people turheir heads yet most were focused on themselves rather than another little girl entering. Of course, there were some who found themselves looking toward me, I was surrounded by a couple guards in addition to a very obvious butler.Quite a few did reise me yet there were still quite a few that never bothered keeping up with what “the little rich masters” did this time. Some of this obviously ingrained into them on at of the poor looking down on the rich. Just as much as the rich did on the poor. I was no different to them in my past life; as far as I cared every rich girl & boy were just a bunall snot nosed brats that would grow inter snot nosed brats.At least my waiting room, as horrible as it was, was somewhat better than the ditions of these other testants who were made to wait in the hall. Above (on the opposite wall to my entrance) were a series of simple ss that showed the names of all the different petitors while some other ss off to the side would likely show in-progress performances. It was likely only the “big deals” would get performed individually, the rest happening in parallel, as it would simply take too long otherwise. All the way across the hall were lohat could hold dozens of families at a time, there seemingly not being a single space out of use, as the stant chattering superimposed into white noise. Evehere were more families squeezed into the horizontal & vertical gaps with some people practically sitting on each other just to have a spot of their own.There were few kids that weren’t sitting atop someone else's p - with eae seemingly having a different facial expression. Worry, anticipation, fear, adoratioement, ess, craving and tehat I didn’t even know how to begin expining. This was thanks to them all ing from slightly different backgrounds; there were of course those who were just here to try their luck. Tons came for the fame, es or fortuhat would be their ce to break out from their current living situation. There were even some who ws - simir to what I wore in my st life - likely hoping that they do well enough that they at least get some prize money.Part of them likely hoped they may eve a podium finish. That would allow them to finally break out of their poverty like in some kind of fairytale; unfortunately I had no desire to py nice so their ce would be cut down by a third.In the tre of the room there was an actual modern odity (a hologram projector) that dispyed the tless sponsors of the event in addition to other details. Minor things like the people who would take their turn I imagine - also occasionally showing clips from the interview. At least they had the fht not to incur Porshi’s might by stantly repying the clip of them letting those brats talk down about me.Not that I inteo let any of them off - they o be remihat there was a cost for stupidly prideful behaviour - it was my job as a superior to teach them.Somehow, within the massive crowd of people, I found myself meeting the eyes of one particur bicoloured eye that looked back with snition. Instead nising them a shiver went down my spine for one simple reason… I have no idea who they are or, more importantly, why they have a level of spiritual energy I could only pare to that little guardia in the form of a butterfly.Appearance wise; they were only a few years older tha most with a rather unique appearan at of their hair & eyes being very colourful. Almost purposefully, half their hair was a ridigo while the other was a deep navy, it was as if someone split them in half down the tre as even their eyes were the same. That was the case, except for a strach of hair at the front which had a golden whitish hue that cshed with the rest of their hair.They were rather androgynous in appearance. Even for a child. Their very clothes did not help as they wore an asian style unisex-robe that seemed more inspired than from anywhere on the ti. A part of that belief was that the material it was made from was actually quite cheap fabrics - if sown with a level of skill that likely surpassed my own clothing. How someone could mao surpass the careful attention to detail that went into eay own outfits pletely eluded me. More so when it was someone of a lower css…That was the least of my worries at the moment, however.Across their back were a series of different handles with a bideing in their hand; nontly resting the on on their shoulder while tens more appeared to be present on their back. A self-fident smile on their face with those eyes staring directly into mihey even wio make sure I there were no doubts that they were actually looking right back at me.heless, just as I was about to ask Thompson who that strangely coloured person was, I saw the supposed shoe-in fold metal at this event. fidently strutting in front of my line of vision with a smug look on his face - using his height to stare down at me. “I hope yo-”*THUD* Before he could tinue on; one of my guards stepped forward to hit him iomach with the butt of his on. sidering he retty much just a child, it wasn’t very surprising to see him fly backwards onto the ground, my guard shouting out. “Don’t approach the young Furstin!” Eay guards were dressed in power suits that werely a subtle piece of equipment and also did nothing to hide the sub-mae guns. It would seem that st year's winner somehow didn’t notice the paramilitary unit, though, else they wouldn’t currently be sprawled over. Currently too busy throwing up their quite rge meal as tears left his eyes.I tell from experience; being hit that hard by the butt of a gun is quite the painful experiehat doesn’t fade away for quite some time!People all around also obviously caught the shout of my guard - turning around to express their shock & fear that there was some troublemaker trying to start something with a Porshi family member. Even if he was somewhat famous locally that wouldn’t matter. Afterall, the higher up you are the harder you’ll hit the ground when you e back down.“My dy strawberry, ighe idiot attempting to charge you, I know it’s scary but we must hurry toward the event area if we are to win this.” Although Thompson said this - he didn’t seem too worried about me if not due to a ck of care. It was more likely he just didn’t like that smug brat so (together with my guard unit from Furstin) decided to set him up.To follow through with my thoughts; the guard who hit him i soon forced him onto his stomach before using a pair of eleagic-holo cuffs to keep his arms trapped behind his back. Those handcuffs were actually something I looked into as I found them iing. They looked just like a slightly misshapen silver bar at first yet would use the bioelectric signal of the body to develop a field around someone's limbs.In truth the holo-proje was more to indicate what would stop moving and provide something to grab onto rather than actually do anything to increase the security. The security was all eleagic.I’ve lost all i in that though - irying to spot where that androgynous child oood only to not find a sirace. Even looking around the hall I couldn’t spot them. Quite strangely siheir clothes were obviously quite different from what was on nevermind the fact that their hair was strange even from what I’ve heard about those in LHO. Could they have been some old saint that came down to che the geion after sensing some ge in the dao or something weird like that? Hopefully not; I didn’t quite like the idea of people strohan me freely existing on this p. I would sooner burn it all to the ground than risk somethiing in my way.That being the case, I decided to indeed tinue heading to our destination, making sure to address Thompson as I headed on. “There is a kid, unknown gender, who has a unique hair & eye colour of blue as well as blueish purple. Split in half - had a strange white patch as well. I want you to see if there is any information on them… I don’t care how we obtain this information as long as it’s something of worth.”“W-what would be of worth to you?” Thompson audibly taken aback since my voice was the most serious it had ever been since my 5 years alive in this form. Thankfully he was petent enough to quickly catch up with the ging tone - even if it made him somewhat nervous. “Any information directly about them or anythied to them is of worth; even if it’s just what ons they had today.” Heariion of ons made the old man quickly look around, messing with the settings on the holocle present over his eyes, though just like me he found nothing. He wasn’t about to let that stop him as he quickly began to make a series of calls & emails as those guards in turn grew more cautious about their surroundings. To those around it would simply just be because some idiot tried to charge down a young talented heiress… Which was, admittedly, dumb and I doubt he would be released from custody in time to take part. In fact he would likely lose any ces he had of seeking a public career especially in this industry. This would no doubt blow up due to involving myself - ruining his entire life through a moment of fidence born stupidity. Not that I cared about a fool who dared look down on me.People would fet he ever existed with what I was about to do.