Gaige read a few chapters of the novel and paused when the snacks arrived. His eyes sparkled with surprise as his maid had prepared them in such a short time. The maid served a financier, a rose cake, an eclair cake, and a macaron. She brewed tea right beside the table filled with desserts, filling the room with a sweet and relaxing aroma. Gaige stared at the snacks, unable to decide which one to eat first. He wanted to savor them slowly, so he could remember the taste of the luxury he had always dreamed of. "Hmm! This is great!" Gaige exclaimed. He could barely conceal his delight, but his happiness was interrupted by Adal. [Warning: You have too many unread notifications], the system notified. "Ah, right. I've had notifications piling up for three years, haven't I?" Gaige asked. [Yes, should I read them for you?] Adal inquired. "Don't read everything; it'll take forever. Delete all mission-related notifications; they've already expired," Gaige replied. [Copy], Adal said. [M
"Gun? GUUUUUUUN? How dare you name me Gun!" Gun protested vehemently. The pistol's muzzle moved as if it had a mouth, and it jumped up and down on the table, visibly smoking with anger. Gaige couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. It reminded Gaige of a fundamental piece of information he had learned from a fellow purger with red shoes: in purging, a purger's gun is more than just a weapon; it's like a companion animal. The only difference is that it's a talking weapon. Gaige picked up Gun and inspected it while it continued to grumble and protest about the name it had been given. "All purgers give their weapons cool names! How can I even tell everyone that my new name is Gun? I am a gun already!" Gun exclaimed, clearly frustrated. Gaige returned Gun to the table with a smile. "I like you. You're not holding back what you want to say." "What?" Gun looked perplexed. "You're better than other creatures, who always follow the norm. I like it. Protest, but don't mess up with my plan
"Oh? Patal, why are you here?" Ellise inquired as Gaige's secretary greeted her in front of her office. "It's about Sir Lambert," Patal replied. "Why?" Ellise looked puzzled. "Didn't you already send your report through email?" Ellise entered her office, and Patal followed her inside. One of the perks of assisting Gaige was that she could freely monitor his activities without any complaints from him. She could also keep an eye on his progress in ascension to heaven if she desired. There had been nothing unusual in the reports she had received so far, so it was rather surprising that the secretary had come to her office just a few days into his service. "Since he arrived, he hasn't slept yet," Patal reported, but he was taken aback by Ellise's lack of reaction. She continued to flip through documents on her desk and replied dismissively, "Is that so? Let him be." "Wouldn't it affect his health? He only recently woke up from a coma," Patal expressed his concern. "It's fine; he sl
On the third floor, Gaige remained in a state of amazement as he observed the new servants assigned to him. He couldn't help but wonder how Ellise had selected them and what criteria she had used to make her choices. His curiosity about these individuals, who were now tasked with attending to his needs, gnawed at him. Returning to the events of a week ago... A group of perspiring individuals in their training attire were chatting during their break. They discussed rumors about the renovation of the third floor and the anticipation of Gaige waking up. There is a lot of speculation on the circumstances surrounding his long slumber."It seems like the third floor is under renovation," one of them remarked. "I heard Madam is expecting her son to awaken," another chimed in. "Hasn't he been asleep for more than three years?" a third person asked. "Yes, but do you know what happened to him?" someone inquired. "I don't actually know, but the rumor says he was attacked by an enemy in Ieff
Lisa, who felt wronged about being assigned as a maid, spent the whole week in a constant state of complaint. The butler on the third floor had forced her to learn about caregiving, making it abundantly clear that she would eventually be tasked with personal care duties once the young master awoke from his coma. The week of maid training had taken a toll on Lisa, notably aging her appearance. She had always appeared fresh and healthy during her combat training sessions, specializing in techniques involving knives and blades. However, the duties of a maid seemed to have added ten years to her age. As a form of protest, Lisa dressed in old-fashioned maid attire. Over time, her appearance transformed into that of a disgruntled employee who openly displayed her disdain for her work, seemingly ready to erupt in anger at any moment. Yet Lisa's protest was rendered ineffective because the old-fashioned attire was considered modern for someone who had come from a medieval-themed novel. Gaig
Lisa and Patal received a summons to the training grounds, and each was handed a longsword and a dagger. As they couldn't understand the conversation between Ellise and Gaige, they were left in the dark about the purpose of this meeting. Furthermore, they knew better than to question their bosses and simply followed orders to the training grounds. Other members, whose training had been abruptly halted by the unexpected arrival of Gaige and Ellise, gathered around the elevated platform where duels typically took place. "Why are we here? Did we do something wrong?" Lisa whispered to Patal as she examined the longsword in her hand. She struggled to steady her trembling hands, and the blades of the longsword still vibrated. "Maybe," Patal replied bluntly, also inspecting the two daggers he held. They had grown accustomed to their boss, Ellise, who often issued commands without explanations. Even without being told, they understood the significance of being summoned to the dueling area
Is Earth truly a realm less savage than its cosmic counterparts? According to the laws that govern the planet, it is supposed to be, as Earth's unique regulations demand a certain level of restraint and civility among its inhabitants. These laws are bound to Earth's very fabric, woven into the planet's essence to uphold a semblance of order and morality. However, there are always those who seek to circumvent such restrictions, to find a loophole in the system that would allow them to indulge their darker desires without consequence. One such individual was Ellise Thom, a woman of unparalleled cunning and ambition. She had cracked the code, discovered the cheat that would enable her to remain unburdened by the rules that governed Earth, and thus, she managed to elude the ever-watchful enforcers of heaven's law. Ellise's newfound freedom allowed her to establish and lead criminal organizations that operated beneath the surface, hidden from the prying eyes of law enforcement and moralit
Patal lay on the stretcher, his legs numb from the stab wounds. As he was wheeled towards Gaige's room, his face was ashen with fear. He couldn't help but wonder if Gaige's thirst for bloodshed wasn't sated by the duel on the training ground and whether the torture would continue in his room. Similar thoughts filled the minds of almost every member who had witnessed the brutal duel. The member carrying the stretcher marched forward with a grave expression. Walking behind the stretcher, Lisa clutched her detached pinky finger, a painful reminder of the duel. She couldn't help but question her past actions, wondering if she had unknowingly offended Gaige, leading to such torment. In stark contrast, the man leading the way appeared refreshed. He even skipped along, his thoughts consumed by his impending purging mission the next day. He began to devise a plan that involved Lisa and Patal doing most of the work while he claimed the final blow for himself, seeking credit. "Is there anythi