SUPER_WEIRDO

*Excerpt*

"I am thinking of taking out a loan," I rolled my eyes, and thought to myself secretly, 'what an idiot but I can help this idiot!'
I began with my lecture, educating a dedicated 'servant' is the duty of the 'master'.
"A loan from a bank takes around 30 years to pay off, but if you rob a bank you are out in 10,"

"Ah...erm...Di'ordi what's with your head?"
I felt puzzled by this, I mean my logic is sound!
you don't have to worry about food and shelter in prison. I mean my 'servant' is decent enough to become a big boss while in prison.

"Nothing, I robbed a bank a while back but my accomplice got caught the fool spent 10 years in prison but now she's out and living well."
Ah, my last life but she will never know.

"f*ck!"

"No need to spout such filthy words, I haven't beaten you to a pulp or anything,"

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Di'ordi had lived a fulfilling life and died beside the man she loved and surrounded by the men who secretly loved her. Of course, those men had been repeatedly suppressed for the past hundred years but because they are in fact his shattered soul made flesh weakening him, he had granted them a boon to stay by her side as her friends.
Upon her death, his fracture souls were then bonded to her wandering soul and followed her to the thousands of light-years away planet to be reborn and join her once again.
The issue is, it became a bit complicated due to her siblings and other circumstances.
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When I growup

Reaching up with a hand I cupped his cheek following up this move with the next hand leaning closer to plant a kiss on his forehead. A silent acknowledgement of his words, his large hand almost double my own I interlocked our fingers before silently returning to my seat.

'Silently loving me, silently protecting me.' This was my inner dialogue.

'Aye, this time I will cherish you as you did me.'

Sitting on the table once again, I first stored the scroll then looked at the small exquisitely made lunchbox.

Opening it using slight pressure I peeked inside and smiled.

This man continues to amaze me each time he prepares something. "You have really..?"

He smirked, still sitting his heated gaze on me. I trembled but was immediately distracted when I saw the desert before me.

The dessert is called Wagashi, one must know that this is a slightly difficult dessert to make but for the male whose hobby is making various desserts, it is a breeze.

Dazzled