However, due to the time difference between her territory space and the outside world, she often had to wait hours for replies from the people she contacted. Meanwhile, her responses reached them almost instantly, as if she had prepared them in advance the moment they hit "send."
Since Kisha was still struggling with her sealed awakened ability, she had to return to regular meditation sessions and temporarily stop producing stamina boosters and magic scrolls. As a result, her store was flooded with inquiries, keeping 008 constantly busy handling customer communication. With such limited stock and overwhelming demand, even the low-tier magic scrolls, priced outrageously high, were completely sold out.
This left 008 stunned. It began to question its own ability to manage the store without Kisha. It had never imagined that such overpriced items would actually sell. Left to its own devices, it would have simply followed the market trend, lacking the confidence to mark up prices so boldly. Now, 008 didn’t know whether to idolize Kisha for her sharp business instincts or consider her a cunning fox outsmarting a den of wolves, especially compared to the other merchants on the sales channel.
After three days of preparations for the opening of the Military Academy, Kisha jolted awake, her body finally feeling light and free from the backlash that had been tormenting her. She drew in a long, steadying breath, relieved and renewed. Just then, Duke slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his tone soft and teasing.
"Wifey, good morning... Wanna have breakfast together?" he murmured, gently taking her hand and guiding her downstairs.
Kisha smiled, teasing back, "Are you making me breakfast? Hmm?"
She had grown used to Duke’s constant presence, and with time, her emotional walls had started to come down. The wild edge and unpredictable anger that used to cling to her had dulled, her icy aura and murderous intent no longer dominating the space around her. Though that dangerous side hadn’t disappeared completely, it still lingered beneath the surface, Kisha had learned to keep it buried unless absolutely necessary.
Duke had changed her in more ways than one.
Now, as she watched him in the kitchen, cracking eggs and expertly opening them into sizzling oil, he looked every bit the picture of a loving, capable husband. Kisha leaned on the counter, resting her cheek against her palm, watching him with quiet amusement.
Duke caught her gaze and flashed her a wolfish grin, clearly proud of himself and basking in her attention.
"Just a little more, honey. Breakfast’s almost ready," Duke said as he placed a lid over the pan, letting the trapped heat gently cook the egg yolk, just enough to keep it creamy and runny.
Turning toward the fridge, he asked over his shoulder, "What do you want to drink? Freshly squeezed orange juice, lemon water, or hot chocolate?"
As he poked his head inside the fridge, scanning for ingredients, he waited for her response.
Kisha thought for a moment before answering, "Hmm... I’d like honey apple juice."
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