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Welcome to a Villain Version of a the ship "Clotted Cream x Madeleine x Espresso." :)
Read the "Welcome Chapter" For further information.
As you can see the book cover has been published, if you'd like, you can go to the welcome page for information based on it.
Update: About the book cover, I'm planning to re-update it because I think the art looks a bit wonky. :( Plus I need to fix some grammar mistakes on the welcome page. I'll make another update based on it. Thank you!
Another thing I'd like to say is, I believe some of you guys may question what a Umarex Airsaber is.
Here's an image of it.
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It's basically a kind of gun that shoots arrows. At first, I thought the Custard soldiers had used arrows and bows-- But it turned out I was wrong as it seems like they're using some kind of long a** glock- And I figured this out after I had written down the story draft. I didn't want to change it so I decided to head-cannon the custard soldiers using Umarex Airsabers.
Also a little warning, this is going to have quite a gruesome scene.
Thank you for your time! May I start the chapter!
Also, feel free to give me lots of comments! I enjoy them--- They give me motivation so please spam me if you can.
Elder Custard was at House Custard. He was smiling with ambition as he looked at a paper in his hand, "Once these steps are done," Elder Custard spoke to himself, "I will finally achieve them and become what I deserve to be." Elder Custard was selfish, and he knew that himself. He didn't care about others' well-being. Only himself. The truth was, he didn't care if his son was gone. His son's absence was a benefit to him because now the role of being consul had been directed to him. He has control over everything. Power was something Elder Custard always wanted. He hated being powerless and having absolutely no control. But here he is, with all the power he can desire.
"I'm afraid not." suddenly a voice was heard, ruining Elder Custard's thoughts of power. It made him freeze and then look around the room, glaring at his surroundings.
"Who is there!" Elder Custard shouted, "Show yourself!" How dare someone enters his house without any permission! Who does this intruder think they are?! To invite themselves in?!
"It is I, Darkness Grand Duke." suddenly the voice got louder, and the voice was suddenly getting familiar. Elder Custard couldn't tell who it was but was sure it was someone he knew.
