My Scythe-Wielding Husband

. Part of him wanted not to interrupt the man, another part of him wanted to fulfill his job. The Master of the Rantzen Clan was a

rk. He stood at the balcony of his chamber dressed in a full robe as bla

his hands. It almost looked like it would disappear with the darkness of the sky

s lamp. Not one feather was left midair and when all was sucked by the weapon, an eerie sound

e butler started again shakily. "The...the caterers are reserv

ed a refined brow. The word definitel

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en just before he turned to face the butler, his obsidian robe evaporated like

ler named Norman dared to look up and meet the icy-c

on his words, weighed the consequences and reminded himself it was for a certain special some

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smiled, although it was just a small one, and then went on

l be decorated according to your specifications, the five-tier cake design is already finalized

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ll leave immediately. It is ti