The Chronicles of Elara: The Crystal Keepers

「Isn't that obvious? It's all right if you think that you're paying for the cost of my child's milk.」

<p>He knocked on the door and a gruff voice answered him</p>

"What the heck was that" he wonder as the ringing in his ears was getting more and more intense.

من: هوف یعنی یکی هست که بهم کمک کنه؟

"Your marriage will be held in two weeks. Mr. Ma already provided a room in this hotel for you. Father and Mother must tell all our relatives. We will return to our city tomorrow morning," Lijuan answered. Qingling nodded her head.

Dante soon finished washing his face and went down to the dining room, where he saw his parents.

Happiness. Well I didn't know if it could be called happiness, but I didn't really have any complaints with my current life. If I thought about it really hard, Minerva was almost like air to me. Ever-present and hard to appreciate until she was gone. Was the time spent with her fun? Absolutely. Perhaps, this kind of ordinary life was happiness in and of itself.

2. Harem will be controlled. His main wife is OP and will share same system as he use, with slight modification so don't think that he can be swooned by others as they are practically married since the start of story

"hmp your just saying that because you want a reaction from me" I turn away with a pouty face he starts laughing and looks at me with his gorgeous eyes "is someone jealous" he says with a grin "maybe...a little" he smiles and wraps his arms around my waist and whisper in my ear "the only girl that I care about is you so don't get jealous of them because none of them can win my heart the way you can and your the only girl I can think about" my heart races faster my cheeks go red and I smile and I turn around and look him in his eyes he smiles at me "do you mean that or are you just saying that?" he smiles

"Well, I've always hated having my hair long or bob length, or any bright colors, I've only liked black, grey and dark blue. So whenever I went out as a kid," Isamu looked up and saw eager eyes waiting for her to continue, "Whenever I went out people would always tell my mother and father, 'You have such a cute little boy!', and other things like that so I guess I just got used to it and didn't do anything to correct anyone," She paused to take a breath, "And then once I started school, my father asked the school's principal for a boys uniform since I didn't like skirts and I found them uncomfortable." Isamu lowered the top half of her body and pleaded, "Please don't tell anyone my father would kill me and I'm not sure I want anyone else to know yet." Isamu kept her head down and prayed that they would understand.

So much to do, so much to see

Didn't make sense not to live for fun