《My Lazy Prince》Chapter 18
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"RISE AND SHINE, (Y/N)-CHAN!!!" Doma opened the room, only to find an empty futon.
He looked around the room confused. He then slid the door closed, wondering where (Y/N) was.
Suddenly, he heard a loud thud from the kitchen. Doma walked to the kitchen, a sweet and amazing smell was coming from the room.
The closer he went, the stronger the delicious smell became. Once he reached the kitchen, he saw (Y/N) putting some chopped onions in a boiling pot.
She was no longer wearing her bloodied uniform, but one of her old kimonos.
"What are cooking you, (Y/N)-chan?" Doma asked, walking closer.
(Y/N) smiled, while adding the rest of the ingredients. "Breakfast."
Doma watched as (Y/N) steered the soup in the pot. Normally, he wouldn’t really care so much for human food. Human food didn’t really appeal to him that much. So why did it smell so delicious?
"I mixed it with blood, if you're wondering." The (H/C) haired girl said. "I got the blood from one of your leftover corpses. The blood still seemed fresh, so I used it."
"You’re so clever, my diligent wife." Doma complemented.
The young female grinned, feeling good that she was praised. She grabbed a spoon and got a bit of the soup. She sipped it, nodding that it was just right.
The blonde demon stared at her shocked. She just drank...SHE JUST DRANK BLOOD!? HUMAN BLOOD!!! Doma mentaly started to question what just happened.
(Y/N) grabbed a bowl and poured the soup inside. She then put the bowl of soup in a tray, where the other dishes she had prepared were.
She grabbed the tray and started walking out of the kitchen. "You coming?" she asked.
Doma speed walked beside his wife, looking at all the dishes she prepared.
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"I was surprised that you still kept my old clothes. I expected for you to throw it away, but I guess I was wrong." (Y/N) spoke, making Doma look at her.
"Oh my, why on earth will I throw all your precious things away?" Doma asked, smiling.
(Y/N) shrugged her shoulders. "I don’t know. It just seemed logical for you to do so."
"You know I would never throw the only thing that would remind me of my diligent wife."
"Just forget about it." The young female turned to her side to look at Doma. "Let’s just go have breakfast in the garden, just like we used to."
The blonde demon smiled with his usual goofy smile. "Lead the way, my diligent wife."
(Y/N) scoffed, but in a joking manner. "Shut up, you lazy prince."
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