Crazy_Ume

***DROPPED***

Last Update:
- I have now stopped writing any kind of novels. Thank you all, it's been a good time.
- To be fair, since this work didn't win any WSA award and is so damn unpopular, I seriously feel super painful working on it. Totally lost the will to continue the novel (But not this story, just the novel. I still love the story as ever and I swear I tried my best to make it turn out as good as possible.)
- So this is goodbye, please don't waste your time here. I'mma go find some other things I'm actually good at.
***But if you still want to try the novel out, PLEASE, DON'T UNLOCK ANY MAIN STORY CHAPTER AFTER CH.98***
***The special chapters are mostly complete though.***
- Last but not least, thank you so so much for your understanding and reading until this point.

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Angel's Blessings for Perfect Dystopian Life [BL]

10 minutes later and I was there in front of my pumpkin carriage, being greeted by 2 demonic horses run by azure flames as their blood and 2 male Servitors; one commandeering said carriage, the other took hold of my hand and gave it a light kiss.

"Greetings, Holy Maiden. How do you fare today?"

In which I simply kept quiet, ignored both men, and took a good look of the entire carriage instead; this azure vehicle with its strange rune-like engravings covering most of its outer surface, it seemed like it could have been engraved by some sort of spells, seeing it made me wonder if it would be a poor decision to pull off some tricks in case of an emergency happening.

"Marquis Aamon has been eagerly expecting you."

As the greeting Servitor continued, I tried my best to keep a poker face, "Really? How nice..."

To which that Servitor didn't bother to give me a reply then - not this time.

Arc I Ch.22: The Angel Who Lost His Heart (Part 3)