*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," -- 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. --- *Disclaimer notice: the cover is not mines, credit to the original owner* original novel~ please vote, thank you~ WPC February event~
(Multiple pov...slight confusion in the beginning)
A scream echoed in the surroundings.
The female who laid previously unconscious opened her eyes and looked at the red-haired female looking down at her. She felt that, such a person owed her. Sacrificing so much for her only to constantly fail.
The prehistoric time, she had been such a fool!
It is like, this other half of her continued to be against her no matter how hard she tried to serve her… serve her own self!
The dominant side serving the mediocre one.
Fool!
Fool!
Fool! (X40)
No, not she but myself. I should think of myself as the one and only. My eyes narrowed, the memories flashed but at a pace that I would not suffer.