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

"Did your sister get the nasty habit from you?"

"Master?" The eager puppy look immediately disappeared, leaving behind a somewhat dejected look. I wanted to facepalm myself. Ah, my image is collapsing! Luckily, I have perfected the art of pretending to be calm, so no one was the wiser.

"Elder sister, the-- second miss Jah does not like being called master." The younger sibling spoke up from where she stood not too far away in a hesitant tone. Sadly, though, this elder sister seems to be quite aggrieved for my sake. "But it is her righteous title. She is our master." Listen to her dramatic reply. Sigh, I placed a palm against my forehead. It suddenly seems rather hopeless to correct her. She said something like that with a straight face with her ultra-serious husband standing beside her without flinching. This man... His tolerance is a bit too high no?

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