Chapter 34 - Some details without importance OR DMA…
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-… I hereby announce that Moar is the first in the succession line from now on!
So now that all my actions will be closely watched by everyone, I can't divorce anymore, or my reputation will take too much of a blow…
WAIT!
I'll be forced to have her as my official wife until the end of my life???
She's my sister! I'm not in Alabama!
Holy f*****g s**t!
Well, in fact, as you might have guessed by now, I'm not really famous for my ethic, so what bothers me the most isn't really that she's my sister.
I'm more bothered by the fact she has the name of a very ambiguous character of Dies Irae. That she's a total psycho, that she's both a sadist and a masochist, that she's even more of a p*****t than me, that she might try to kill me if I don't see her for a day because she became a total yandere now, and some other details without importance.
No!
Will I really have to join the DMA in the future?
Deranged Mariage Association?
No one got a way to save me?
While I was talking to myself, which was to be taken literally as a monologue because I whispered to myself, the crowd gradually left the room.
Besides the feast, most of those with a low ranking only came to give face to the emperor, they don't actually want to see someone else's win. These represent the majority of the children of the emperor. As for the few that came expecting a chance to win, they were disappointed and so ultimately still left.
I decide to do the same.
The fountain was cut and the sun is starting to beat down on me strongly as the atmosphere already warmed up a few degrees.
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I am before the entrance of my room.
I open it and stop immediately, I put up my guard.
I didn't detect any enemy.
I didn't detect any assassin.
I didn't detect any trap.
I didn't detect any poison.
I detected something worse:
My wife!
It seems danger is everywhere!
Before me, Marie is… doing some unspoken things by herself.
Well, listen, kids, you have 10 seconds to leave!
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Fuck it's a pain any way you won't leave I know you, but you can't complain later, you've been warned…
She b****y put I don't know how butcher knives in both... holes, while she's fondling a breast with each hand. That still seems to be perverted but still normal, but the knives are cutting in pieces piles of papers with my head drawn on it.
PSYCHO!
PSYCHO!
Antoine [1], take over for some seconds the time for me to b****y f*****g CALM DOWN!
« Psychopath alert… Look, mom, a psychopath! »
Ok Antoine, I think I'm much better now. I should be good.
But well, still, this panic was justified!
There's a reason why we do panic fit in life!
-Oh, darling! You're back?
When did she learn the word darling?
[1] The following sequence contains a reference to the old Antoine Daniel, a French youtuber who is actually no longer doing the same content at all and is a streamer now.
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