Mr./Ms. Cat
Noelle, Neia and Arteria quietly left the room, leaving me alone with a cold silence.
Ah, finally, some peace.
I might have gone a bit too harsh while scolding Noelle, but I was left with no choice; her incessant interventions in my life were getting a bit annoying.
Like, I get it, you want to repay me for saving your life, but I don't want it so please, go fuck yourself.
Well, whatever. Let's move on to more productive things now.
Time to waste my time in one of the worst ways possible; cleaning up after myself.
Good grief, I really need an assistant.
Perhaps I should ask Lecia. I mean, she did try to kill me earlier, so the least she can do is act as my maid. I could even ask her to wear a maid uniform.
Huh, that got kinkier than I was expecting it to.
But it's still a proposal worth thinking over. For now, let's clean up the room and ponder over it while lying like a corpse on my bed.
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Wheew.