Chapter 72: For The Pancake Mix!

I aggressively flipped a pancake, as Aron was restocking my pantries, something that was Nate's job, creating mobs, something that was my job, and looking pretty, something that was Desmond's job!

Ok, the last one might have been just an attempt for me to include Desmond in my charade against Aron, but that was beside the point!

I had expected that my soulmate would want to be my boss mob! Not my Dungeon Master!

Who even wanted a Dungeon Master? Those were the worst!

"Sylvan, quit pouting!" Desmond chided me, as he stuffed another pancake into the bottomless pit he called his mouth.

 I pouted harder.

Because, after Aron had told me he had it all covered, he had given me enough of his favorite gluten-free pancake mix to charm Desmond with.

It wasn't fair! Aron was not supposed to be this underhanded!