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Before the exile, Mirou has always been a devoted helper. Remaining by Sigma's side and her lady in waiting. Yet it wasn't enough for him, not even near. And the news the his lovely princess has fallen in love to another, his heart sank. He thought it over and over and nothing could soothe this troubling sensation in his chest. For time and time again he sat by as his beloved rambles of another.. and at one point it was unbearable. Not well in the head he didn't hesitate, insisted to serve the royal family for their evening tea party. It's disgusting anyway. Everyone here. Their plans.. their filthy plans that get her darling's hands dirty.. he'll rid of them all. And as they choked up and their faces turns pale, he couldn't help but smile. But there was one.. sole survivor. He didn't care. May that demon do whatever it wanted for all he wishes for is to bring his lady to her bedchamber, she'll be in peace, and it'll just be the two of them, until they both rot and soon they'll become one as their bodies decompose and he couldn't be happier.

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Pub: 01 Aug 2025 16:11 UTC

Edit: 20 Nov 2025 09:13 UTC

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