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New notice from "the priest of doom" in "Introverts Life Guide":

[ There won't be any fortune-telling

appointments during the summer. 

Everyone, please be extra lenient with

your emergency food supplies!

May doom, never find you...

#Fortune_of_the_day

2025/06/20]

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"By the way, what do you do for a living?"

I sipped from the frappuccino and smirked at Lucas, who was holding the pastry box.

" What do I look like I do?"

"Are you a trailer driver?"

I nearly choked to death.

"Pfft. Cough! Cough! What? Do I look like a driver to you?"

"No? That's a bummer! So what do you do?"

I thought a little before answering. I couldn't have him reveal my secret to Dylan.

"I am a famous fortune-teller."

This time, it was Lucas's turn to choke on his frappe.

"Cough! Cough, what??"

Not a lie. But a bit of the stretch. I had an account on my website, where I sometimes did fortune telling, as a part-time job. I couldn't see much, but unnecessary things like what happened in the bakery. Most of the things I said to people were just guesses and guts. However, people paid hefty prices to get their fortune read. It was also my primary income source during my college days. It paid my bills and paid for my education.

"I am pretty famous! I have a website where I tell fortunes for a little payment. Search for Priest of Doom. It should come up!"

Flabbergasted, Lucas nearly shouted.

" Wait a minute! Aren't you joking? Are. You. Being. Serious?"

Nonchalant, I frowned at him, wanting him to notice we were in a hospital.

"Lower your voice. We are in a hospital!" I said as I also found Dylan's room.

Lucas, who had been looking the nickname up on his phone, wanted to continue.

"This is the room. We will discuss it later! You can come in, but it's okay to stay outside, too." I said, pointing to the door.

I was about to open the door when he held my arm. I looked at him with raised brows.

"Who is it? The person we are visiting."

I teased him as I opened the door.

"No one, just one of my unlucky clients~~"

Dylan was as lively as ever. How was such a person born into our family? 

"Sis! I knew I could count on you! Where is my pizza?" Dylan on a bed screamed as he saw me. As expected, one of his arms was in a cast.

His porcelain white skin didn't even have a scratch and his lips had even more colour than mine! His Dark blue eyes are as lively as always and his black hair is in a much better condition than mine.

At this rate, shouldn't I be the one on the bed?

"You little piece of work. How many times did I tell you I'm not delivering you food? Whenever I do it, it feels like I am doing something illegal!"

I said as I placed the frappe on his bedside. 

Looking at the cream on the drink, his eyes glanced like a fat hungry cat! As if someone was gonna steal them from him, he took one and hid the rest under the bed. 

He has lost his mind.

Sip! Sip! Hort!

" Mmmm! I finally feel alive. But who is that? One of your students?"

Normally, he would leave himself some dignity. Today, he was so desperate for food that I kind of regret bringing Lucas. Tsk, this is my chance!

" Tsk, how can you be this embarrassing? If I knew you were gonna do this, I wouldn't have brought Lucas with me! Aren't you supposed to live like a role model?" I nagged him. Despite being only four years younger than me, he acted like such a child. Worthy of his nickname, Mama's Boy.

"And about Lucas... You could say he counts as one of my students. Lucas, bring the pastries over before his manager finds out!" 

Lucas, probably shocked by our actions, slowly came over!

Hearing the word 'pastry' jumped off the bed and locked the door. Almost pulling the pastries from Lucas's hand, he sat behind the closed door. Attacking the food like a hungry cat.

Lucas, surprised by his actions, stood frozen in his place. Looking at the drama king, who was now crying with a face full of joy...

"Ah, don't mind him too much. Not all the actors are as crazy as him. By the way, this helpless foodie is my younger brother, and you don't need to worry about me being anything similar to him."

Lucas glanced at munching Dylan, who had eaten half a dozen donuts in one go, and then glanced at me. His expression screamed, do you dare say that?

"Of course, other than our faces."

Burp!

So embarrassing!

Dylan, with that burp, handed me the empty smashed packaging.

" That was the real deal. Thanks!"

"Shameless little thing, clean your mouth!" I said as I looked at his gross behavior.

Now I understand how parents feel. I am worried if we stay any longer, Lucas might get affected by his inhuman behaviors.

" Only came to tell you to find yourself another delivery! I will be gone the entire summer! "

He looked suspiciously unfazed and calm. 

"How come?" he asked calmly. Very out of character...

" Grandfather gifted a villa to me. I will be gone to renovate it and maybe settle down there for a while!"

"I'm coming too!"

Sure, he has finally grown up. He can for sure take care of himself for a summer.

"Okay!- No what?" 

Before I could say anything further, he dressed up in a second. Took out a suitcase from nowhere and fled out the door. Literary kidnapping Lucas.

This guy, has he gone insane? Didn't he have a cast? Whatever! In the worst case, his manager will come after him by noon. Paying for the hospital bills under awkward circumstances Dylan had made, I finally came out.

Looking at the handsome boys unfittingly standing by the trailer, I thanked god that Idiot had his mask and cap. Good thing the trailer has three sits.

Glaring at Dylan, who had drunk the last of the frappes. Smiling at me like an idiot, I pressed the switch. Hopefully, he won't make a mess of the car.

"Are we departing immediately?" asked Dylan, smiling ear to ear.

The clock is 11: 50, the next stop is shopping! Somewhere that has both electronics and food supplies.

"Nope! We are going shopping..." I said, smiling evilly!

I will make sure he stays in the car and waits for a long enough time to regret tagging along.