"When are you going to leave me alone?" Gaige asked, his tone laced with irritation. The peculiar arrangement he had with Ellise was starting to wear on his patience. She had promised to support him financially and assist him in his mission, provided he bring her along when he returned to heaven—an empty promise he had no intention of keeping. Ellise, however, seemed oblivious to the true nature of Gaige's celestial origins. "I can't leave my only son, who has just awoken from a coma," she replied with a hint of playfulness in her voice. Gaige rolled his eyes and gestured toward the exit. "I may have agreed to be your son, but I certainly didn't sign up for this level of clinginess." Ellise chuckled softly. "How cold-hearted of you. We are going home." "Home? Will the hospital even allow that?" Gaige raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident. "Who do you think I am?" Ellise retorted, her confidence unwavering. She was a woman of influence, accustomed to getting her way. Gaige nod
Ellise burst into laughter, and Gaige could only watch with a confused look on his face. As he clutched the phone in his hands, he wondered which part of his words was funny. "Has anyone ever told you that you look cute?" she asked. "F*ck you," Gaige replied. Among all the words Gaige struggled to say, "F*ck you" was one of the few he could utter fluently with his tongue tied. Ellise and Gaige conversed in two different languages—Ellise spoke Earthling while Gaige replied in Soleil's language—making it difficult for those around them to understand. However, hearing someone curse at their boss left the driver and secretary in the front looking perplexed. Meanwhile, Ellise didn't care about her people and buried Gaige's face between her breasts, playfully telling him he looked adorable. Gaige couldn't fight back because he was not in full health yet, so he seized the opportunity to tap into her divine powers. As Gaige healed himself, he heard more error warnings than Ellise's laugh
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