“Hngf!”The breath burst from his throat when her back struck the ground. Retto yanked aside the cloth that clung to his face and struggled in the darkness for a few moments before recognizing that she was in his bedroom.He fell out of bed in his sleep.Retto collected his blankets and climb back into the bed.It was late June now, and although the sunlight was getting warmer, the predawn morning was still freezing. It was mostly because the town they live in was located on a plateau. The lush green forest nearby also gives off a heavy breeze making every morning cold.Retto doesn’t particularly sleep too much. But this time he goes back to bed to get some sleep. But after moments of staying in bed eyes closed. His unable to sleep and give up. He sat up and turned his head to his side where his wife was supposed to be sleeping.“She’s already up…”His someone trying his best to be a good husband and future father of their first child. Retto can’t afford the time to laze around like b

“I’m dead!” I sat up as I woke up. Immediately I have my hand on my chest and check my wound. There are no wounds in my chest. My body is perfectly fine. I was skeptical myself and look around. The place where I found myself wasn’t someplace I know. There's no floor but I’m sitting. No walls or anything. The closest description I could ever think of was that this place looks like the starry night sky I usually gaze into. From some angles, this place looks majestic. I didn’t notice immediately, but there was a girl sitting on a throne in front of me. The face same as Elaina's. This girl was the Cosmo witch. “You really mess up there.” She said. “You here to help me again. Thank you so much…” “Help you?” The witch gives me a cold gaze. My limbs were torn apart and my head was skewered by a golden sword. “... Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m not helping you or anything. Well, in some aspect we can say that I was helping you. I mean, you are dead right now and I’m the only one wh

Dashing at the dunes of the great desert back to Foire territory. I’m not planning on going to Fiore to ask for help from the knights. I’m merely going to use the route from Fiore to Yuno kingdom. Knights of order aid will be great, but I decided not to bother them. The last time I visited, I find out that they were having a long battle between the kingdom knights. The demon king might be gone, but the war continues. It will be inconsiderate of me if I ask them for a selfish favor. I have no exact plan on how I’m going to save Falfa. This might seem like jumping on a cliff, but I can’t help myself to jump. I have to save Falfa no matter what. This desperation is driving me to my limit. I’m still full of hatred for the recent events. Why Belle would do something like this? Belle is not the type of girl who will order such a cruel task. I believe in her. If ever I got a chance to get inside the Yuno Kingdom. I’ll make sure to have a conversation with her. Overthinking about it won’t br

A tough cookie like myself always begins his day with a nice cup of coffee. For us who dwelled in the shadows, making our living as spies, there was nothing better than taking up a cup of strong coffee to prevent our heads from feeling sleepy. Pumping ourselves full of coffee and drugs was the way of the world-weary. I mixed a drop of the medicine into my coffee and drank it down. This is my daily routine. I’d never been sure of what was in those drugs. I took them from a mail-order catalog. But they were super expensive, so I was convinced they were beneficial to my health. I took the cup and sipped it. “Bleh! So bitter…” This strong flavor was actually what banished sleepiness. Probably. That wasn’t written anywhere in the books, though. Coffee was bitter and gross and seriously tasted like mud, which triggered my gag reflex and made drowsiness my second priority. It didn’t taste anything like how they describe it in the spy novels. They wrote that black coffee was delicious or

“What is the status of the matter with the evil mage?” When I returned to the office, the boss was wearing another sour expression. “As expected… I brought down the evil mage with my own hands! Right about now, that woman ought to be dying of embarrassment in front of the whole city!” My plan is flawless. The evil girl in question is now dying with her stomach twisted after drinking my poisoned coffee. My acting is very good and I’m never suspicious. She’s now unable to go out because of her stomach being unwell. The poison I gave her will result in laxative diarrhea. She probably poops on her skirt earlier. Feeling so much shame that she would rather crawl in a hole and die. I’m truly a genius. I told my plan to the boss. And here’s what my boss had to say after silently lending his ear. “So I suppose you saw her dead in embarrassment with your own eyes?” “Of course not.” Seeing someone dying is something I don’t want to see. “...” At this point, my boss let out a huge si