"Why? I even gave you comfortable clothes to walk around in the garden."
He didn't know that it might be a rebellion against things like not being allowed to go outside or having to be fed by hand.
"Ha."
Shish has eliminated the annoying being. He just needs to send it to an invisible place, whether on land or in the sea.
Sending was incredibly easy, and if there was someone who made it difficult, Shish felt even more joy. He even expressed gratitude to the person who brought joy to his otherwise boring life.
Of course, it doesn't stop killing.
'I can't even kill you, but you're making me angry.'
This was the first time he had encountered such an annoying opponent.
'As expected of a writer.'
It was very effective in stressing Shish.
'Yes, there's no way a person like that would be afraid of my humanity.'
They locked people up, limited what they could do, and showed them horrific sights.
At this point, she must have been crazy nine times out of ten, but he wonders what kind of mentality this woman named Retri Extra has. She was sane.
'I guess it's because she's an author.'
Shish concluded as follows.
Since the author is the one who created him, it is clear that she had already anticipated what he would be able to do.
'You're not the kind of person who would be surprised at what I've done now.'
The author thought about leaving whenever he had the chance, and of course, Shish had no intention of letting that happen.
The utility of the one who created the world is incalculable.
Of course, Shish was the type of person who found out everything on his own, so he didn't really have anything he wanted to know.
Except for his childhood, he always got what he wanted, and life became trivial.
She may seem ordinary, but she's an author, so he tried to keep his mind on it, thinking she might have abilities he didn't know about.
Bringing up his past.
Shish Milan, a man who was skilled at manipulating people's minds, did not believe in the 'mind' itself.
Because the heart is a very weak thing that breaks down in front of money and torture.
But Retri Extra was strangely weak. Her conscience and guilt were those of a very ordinary person.
So, Shish stimulated this part of Retri so that she wouldn't leave him.
'Back then, it was so lovely.'
At best, she was embarrassed, but she was always filled with guilt because she couldn't figure out what was going on.
He contained only himself in her black eyes.
'You, who always treated me like an inanimate object, were shaken by me.'
A look of ecstasy spread across Shish's pale face.
The corners of his red lips rose in satisfaction, and his crimson eyes were filled with pleasure as if he had reached his climax.
"Ha..."
To be honest, Shish no longer had any regrets about his past. He had taken ample revenge on those who had tormented him back then, and now he felt only petty.
To the author who gave him this past...
'I didn't want to be born, but I asked why I was created, and then I wanted to kill myself.'
Why did you make me live in such a petty and boring world?
Even so, these feelings were extremely limited, and wasting time venting anger was inefficient.
It would be more efficient to ask how to kill the Knight Commander instantly.
But the gaze of the author looking at him was like looking at an inorganic substance, and that's when he realized it.
That whatever he does, it is 'nothing'.
It was quite enjoyable to breathe new emotions into those eyes.
“Ah, master.”
The prick of conscience was so effective that Retri no longer searched for gaps in the stone wall or searched his study.
“Master...”
Shish, his cheeks flushed, muttered in a voice that seemed to melt him.
“I should have had you.”
Perhaps, even if he had committed the crime that day, she would have accepted it.
“You were the one who told me to bury that damn gardener’s body properly, so you must have accepted me...”
He already knew that she had gone out of her way to visit the butler and make such a strong request, perhaps because she was concerned. She must have expected it to reach his ears.
“Ah, it’s so lovely I can’t stand it.”
Aside from not being bothered by the pain he had suffered in the past, Shish tried to kill the author when he met her.
She dared to 'create' him, which was a very unpleasant thing, so he tried to erase the cause from the world.
How humiliating it would be to die at the hands of a creature in a world that she created herself.
He was wondering how to kill her, how to torture her, but the moment he saw her, all his negative feelings disappeared.
"Yes, it disappeared, as if someone had erased it. Even though I'm aware of this fact, I still want that woman."
The only thing that has been consumed is the obsession to keep it locked in one's arms.
“So why aren’t you eating?”
Shish, who had returned to the starting point, handed over the documents with a handful of annoyance.
'Was it really the rushing that was the problem?'
Just a few days ago, at his master's request for a fun toy, Shish had prepared a chessboard, a game of the East. And it was made of jewels.
'I played that game hard.'
But what is it that she doesn't like that makes her do that?
Shish was annoyed when, for the first time in his life, he was faced with a problem he didn't know about.
'You say my face is pretty, but you don't even come over.'
It was obvious that she liked the face.
Not only did she think he was asleep and say it was her style, but if they locked eyes for even a second, her face would flush brightly. Her heart rate would also accelerate.
"Are you trying to protect your pride? You don't want someone you created to lust after you?"
The red lips twisted.
'The problem is that it's funny but cute.'
She's looking around, thinking, and doing things that are so obvious that she's still pretty.
He was confident he could get her to fall for him if he just slept with her once, but she refused and flailed around. He thought about using force to resolve the issue, but that would have hurt his pride.
'My hand doesn't hesitate.'
Now, she accepts it well even when he feeds her by hand, and when he licks her neck, she only flinches and doesn't push away.
'Ah, the sweet and sour taste.'
Shish's throat trembled, wanting to lick the soft skin right away. But soon, anger arose.
“What the hell is the problem!”
Even though he asked, he didn't get a proper answer, and Shish's annoyance grew.
"Ha..."
The secretary, who had just knocked and entered, was startled by the prime minister's nervous sigh. The prime minister, always smiling kindly, never got angry.
The pride of having a competent boss who never gets angry was very high.
“Your Excellency, this is a document requiring your approval.”
"Thank you."
The secretary, who had been hesitant, cautiously watched his boss's expression, asked cautiously. He wanted to be of some help to his respected boss.
“Your Excellency, have you been having any trouble lately?”
A very subtle twist passed across Shish's lips as he felt offended by the fact that his face was showing emotion.
The secretary, unaware of this, wrote Shish's name on the list of the dead.
“Because your complexion isn’t looking good.”
“I’m a little worried because someone I know is in a bad mood.”
"Aha."
The secretary's eyes, which had seemed to be troubled by his boss's surprisingly ordinary concerns, sparked a spark of life. It seemed like it could be of help.
The number of people who could cause the prime minister such trouble was extremely limited.
The secretary, who was currently very much engrossed in love, concluded that His Excellency the Prime Minister had a woman in mind.
Because the boss's face right now is exactly that of a person suffering from lovesickness!
“How about giving her a gift?”
Feeling uncomfortable with others interfering with his work, Shish clenched his fists under his desk and answered.
“I already gave it to her. But it seems like she still doesn’t feel better.”
Clothes, jewelry, goods, all kinds of precious things...
He put it in her hand, but she didn't even blink an eyebrow.
So, Shish was able to gauge how precious this woman was and even concluded that she was not of this world.
He didn't know that the author might be extraordinary.
Especially since she created such a petty and annoying guy like the Knight Commander, she might not be in her right mind.
Rationalizing it like this made Shish's heart feel a little lighter.
“Hmm, then how about going somewhere with nice scenery?”
"Yes?"
“A change of scenery is refreshing, so how about going somewhere nice together?”
The secretary's eyes sparkled even more as the other person reacted.
"I recently started seeing a lady. She was depressed after experiencing something unpleasant, so we went to the rose garden, which is so popular these days. Surrounded by all kinds of roses, she felt better—..."
As he listened to the adjutant's story, Shish fell into thought for a moment.
When she worked at the general store, Retri didn't go out much, but at the mansion, she would spend all day in the garden.
'You said you liked flowers and trees. You said you liked the sea too.'
He remembered what the woman had said before he became so discouraged.
- No matter how much someone loves their home, if they're locked in, they'll want to go out even more, right?
Perhaps her lack of energy was due to a very simple reason.
“Oh, that’s a good idea. Thank you.”
Shish smiled at the plausible suggestion. He abandoned his plan to render the arrogant secretary socially and biologically ineffective.
The secretary, who had hoped to be of help to his respected boss, blushed and bowed his head in greeting.
Shish's head was spinning as he flipped through the payment documents.
'Yeah, going out. I was holding back in case those damned bastards caught her, but I guess it'll be okay.'
It wasn't just him who knew of the author's existence.
That's why Shish hated Retri going out of the room, out of the building, out of the mansion.
'It's clear that even the foolish Knight Commander and the Magic Tower didn't notice. If they had known, they would never have let me monopolize her.'
Because it was 'they' who called the author.
He didn't know that it might be a rebellion against things like not being allowed to go outside or having to be fed by hand.
"Ha."
Shish has eliminated the annoying being. He just needs to send it to an invisible place, whether on land or in the sea.
Sending was incredibly easy, and if there was someone who made it difficult, Shish felt even more joy. He even expressed gratitude to the person who brought joy to his otherwise boring life.
Of course, it doesn't stop killing.
'I can't even kill you, but you're making me angry.'
This was the first time he had encountered such an annoying opponent.
'As expected of a writer.'
It was very effective in stressing Shish.
'Yes, there's no way a person like that would be afraid of my humanity.'
They locked people up, limited what they could do, and showed them horrific sights.
At this point, she must have been crazy nine times out of ten, but he wonders what kind of mentality this woman named Retri Extra has. She was sane.
'I guess it's because she's an author.'
Shish concluded as follows.
Since the author is the one who created him, it is clear that she had already anticipated what he would be able to do.
'You're not the kind of person who would be surprised at what I've done now.'
The author thought about leaving whenever he had the chance, and of course, Shish had no intention of letting that happen.
The utility of the one who created the world is incalculable.
Of course, Shish was the type of person who found out everything on his own, so he didn't really have anything he wanted to know.
Except for his childhood, he always got what he wanted, and life became trivial.
She may seem ordinary, but she's an author, so he tried to keep his mind on it, thinking she might have abilities he didn't know about.
Bringing up his past.
Shish Milan, a man who was skilled at manipulating people's minds, did not believe in the 'mind' itself.
Because the heart is a very weak thing that breaks down in front of money and torture.
But Retri Extra was strangely weak. Her conscience and guilt were those of a very ordinary person.
So, Shish stimulated this part of Retri so that she wouldn't leave him.
'Back then, it was so lovely.'
At best, she was embarrassed, but she was always filled with guilt because she couldn't figure out what was going on.
He contained only himself in her black eyes.
'You, who always treated me like an inanimate object, were shaken by me.'
A look of ecstasy spread across Shish's pale face.
The corners of his red lips rose in satisfaction, and his crimson eyes were filled with pleasure as if he had reached his climax.
"Ha..."
To be honest, Shish no longer had any regrets about his past. He had taken ample revenge on those who had tormented him back then, and now he felt only petty.
To the author who gave him this past...
'I didn't want to be born, but I asked why I was created, and then I wanted to kill myself.'
Why did you make me live in such a petty and boring world?
Even so, these feelings were extremely limited, and wasting time venting anger was inefficient.
It would be more efficient to ask how to kill the Knight Commander instantly.
But the gaze of the author looking at him was like looking at an inorganic substance, and that's when he realized it.
That whatever he does, it is 'nothing'.
It was quite enjoyable to breathe new emotions into those eyes.
“Ah, master.”
The prick of conscience was so effective that Retri no longer searched for gaps in the stone wall or searched his study.
“Master...”
Shish, his cheeks flushed, muttered in a voice that seemed to melt him.
“I should have had you.”
Perhaps, even if he had committed the crime that day, she would have accepted it.
“You were the one who told me to bury that damn gardener’s body properly, so you must have accepted me...”
He already knew that she had gone out of her way to visit the butler and make such a strong request, perhaps because she was concerned. She must have expected it to reach his ears.
“Ah, it’s so lovely I can’t stand it.”
Aside from not being bothered by the pain he had suffered in the past, Shish tried to kill the author when he met her.
She dared to 'create' him, which was a very unpleasant thing, so he tried to erase the cause from the world.
How humiliating it would be to die at the hands of a creature in a world that she created herself.
He was wondering how to kill her, how to torture her, but the moment he saw her, all his negative feelings disappeared.
"Yes, it disappeared, as if someone had erased it. Even though I'm aware of this fact, I still want that woman."
The only thing that has been consumed is the obsession to keep it locked in one's arms.
“So why aren’t you eating?”
Shish, who had returned to the starting point, handed over the documents with a handful of annoyance.
'Was it really the rushing that was the problem?'
Just a few days ago, at his master's request for a fun toy, Shish had prepared a chessboard, a game of the East. And it was made of jewels.
'I played that game hard.'
But what is it that she doesn't like that makes her do that?
Shish was annoyed when, for the first time in his life, he was faced with a problem he didn't know about.
'You say my face is pretty, but you don't even come over.'
It was obvious that she liked the face.
Not only did she think he was asleep and say it was her style, but if they locked eyes for even a second, her face would flush brightly. Her heart rate would also accelerate.
"Are you trying to protect your pride? You don't want someone you created to lust after you?"
The red lips twisted.
'The problem is that it's funny but cute.'
She's looking around, thinking, and doing things that are so obvious that she's still pretty.
He was confident he could get her to fall for him if he just slept with her once, but she refused and flailed around. He thought about using force to resolve the issue, but that would have hurt his pride.
'My hand doesn't hesitate.'
Now, she accepts it well even when he feeds her by hand, and when he licks her neck, she only flinches and doesn't push away.
'Ah, the sweet and sour taste.'
Shish's throat trembled, wanting to lick the soft skin right away. But soon, anger arose.
“What the hell is the problem!”
Even though he asked, he didn't get a proper answer, and Shish's annoyance grew.
"Ha..."
The secretary, who had just knocked and entered, was startled by the prime minister's nervous sigh. The prime minister, always smiling kindly, never got angry.
The pride of having a competent boss who never gets angry was very high.
“Your Excellency, this is a document requiring your approval.”
"Thank you."
The secretary, who had been hesitant, cautiously watched his boss's expression, asked cautiously. He wanted to be of some help to his respected boss.
“Your Excellency, have you been having any trouble lately?”
A very subtle twist passed across Shish's lips as he felt offended by the fact that his face was showing emotion.
The secretary, unaware of this, wrote Shish's name on the list of the dead.
“Because your complexion isn’t looking good.”
“I’m a little worried because someone I know is in a bad mood.”
"Aha."
The secretary's eyes, which had seemed to be troubled by his boss's surprisingly ordinary concerns, sparked a spark of life. It seemed like it could be of help.
The number of people who could cause the prime minister such trouble was extremely limited.
The secretary, who was currently very much engrossed in love, concluded that His Excellency the Prime Minister had a woman in mind.
Because the boss's face right now is exactly that of a person suffering from lovesickness!
“How about giving her a gift?”
Feeling uncomfortable with others interfering with his work, Shish clenched his fists under his desk and answered.
“I already gave it to her. But it seems like she still doesn’t feel better.”
Clothes, jewelry, goods, all kinds of precious things...
He put it in her hand, but she didn't even blink an eyebrow.
So, Shish was able to gauge how precious this woman was and even concluded that she was not of this world.
He didn't know that the author might be extraordinary.
Especially since she created such a petty and annoying guy like the Knight Commander, she might not be in her right mind.
Rationalizing it like this made Shish's heart feel a little lighter.
“Hmm, then how about going somewhere with nice scenery?”
"Yes?"
“A change of scenery is refreshing, so how about going somewhere nice together?”
The secretary's eyes sparkled even more as the other person reacted.
"I recently started seeing a lady. She was depressed after experiencing something unpleasant, so we went to the rose garden, which is so popular these days. Surrounded by all kinds of roses, she felt better—..."
As he listened to the adjutant's story, Shish fell into thought for a moment.
When she worked at the general store, Retri didn't go out much, but at the mansion, she would spend all day in the garden.
'You said you liked flowers and trees. You said you liked the sea too.'
He remembered what the woman had said before he became so discouraged.
- No matter how much someone loves their home, if they're locked in, they'll want to go out even more, right?
Perhaps her lack of energy was due to a very simple reason.
“Oh, that’s a good idea. Thank you.”
Shish smiled at the plausible suggestion. He abandoned his plan to render the arrogant secretary socially and biologically ineffective.
The secretary, who had hoped to be of help to his respected boss, blushed and bowed his head in greeting.
Shish's head was spinning as he flipped through the payment documents.
'Yeah, going out. I was holding back in case those damned bastards caught her, but I guess it'll be okay.'
It wasn't just him who knew of the author's existence.
That's why Shish hated Retri going out of the room, out of the building, out of the mansion.
'It's clear that even the foolish Knight Commander and the Magic Tower didn't notice. If they had known, they would never have let me monopolize her.'
Because it was 'they' who called the author.
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