![]() ![]() The gentle sound of 90s UK pop began to play. With his other hand, he snapped his fingers, turning on the broken stereo. He glanced back to Zero, who held her phone in her hand. But how? What could he do to make her put the book down? She was going to shred the book at this rate. But the girl didn’t stop.Īrchie wet his lips as he watched. “Leya,” said Zero, noticing the anxious look in Archie’s eyes. She opened the book, flipping through the pages in an abrasive manner, barely registering its contents. “Your collections’ gotten bigger since the last time we saw you.” She glanced around the room, noting all the other boxes. “What’s this, Archie? ‘ The Princess Demands Sugar: Special Edition,’ eh?” Leya said wryly. She leant down to pick it up her claws grazing the cover. ![]() ![]() Until her gaze landed on a pink book nearby. “I am! I don’t know anything.” His eyes darted between the two, as he took a step back. If we go down, you’re coming with us, so just tell us what you know.” Don’t tell me you forgot how you're linked to the mess that was the Duchess. “No, I don’t know him!” The inflexion in his voice couldn’t hide his earnestness.īut Leya narrowed her eyes, unconvinced by his tone. “I don’t know anything about anything these days. “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He held his hands up in defence. Zero flashed her phone, revealing a mugshot of a bald man with tiny sunglasses. And he might have something to do with the Veiled Duchess.”Īrchie’s eyes widened. The man frowned, before crossing his arms. “Sorry for barging in, but we have a favour to ask.” “Archie,” said Zero, her eyes finally leaving the screens and meeting him. “You’ll die from suffocating on this smell first.” Much to Archie’s dismay, cold air rushed into the room, as Leya opened a nearby window. “And freeze to death because I let all the warm air out?” “Oh God! Learn to open a window, Archie.” Leya held her nose in disgust. Her eyes scanned the room, before settling on the wall of computer monitors. Zero soon walked in behind her, seemingly unfazed by the odour. She stepped inside the loft, only to recoil as the stale stench of the room became evident. “Why are you so loud so early in the morning?” said the man named Archie. Besides her was an older blue-haired girl, who flashed a surprised look at the sudden permission to enter. The door whipped open, revealing a bruised tawny-pink-haired girl in a leopard print coat, with her fist hanging in the air. But if she continued, it wouldn’t be long until it fell off its hinges and that would be a pain to fix. It was a surprise that the brittle wood hadn’t caved in yet. The door reverberated as the knocks became more erratic and aggressive. Maybe he could jump out the window and escape? But his eyes darted back to the boxes that littered the room. “Oi, Archie! Open the door, or I’m gonna kick it down!” Who on earth could be disturbing him at a time like this? A knock at the door dragged him from his thoughts. Heck, there may even be a clue hidden in the book in his hands. ![]() If only he could discover their identity and uncover the truth as to why they wish to remain anonymous. Maybe there was a deeper conspiracy he hadn’t thought of yet. Were they a Villain with a secret hobby? Or perhaps the mystery helped with the sales. So it brought to question the reasoning behind their secrecy. The series itself was a light-hearted fantasy slice of life, with little to no controversy. The artwork in these deluxe volumes was done by none other than the author, Leyette Lei an individual who remains to be unknown. But now they were releasing new versions rare issues he had to collect. It was the deluxe edition of an ongoing webnovel that had begun publishing physical copies. With a tender touch, he grasped the item inside, revealing a pink book cover, with the words ‘ The Princess Demands Sugar ,’ written in beautiful calligraphy. He reached for the nearest box, careful to open its folds. There were other pressing matters to deal with first. A busted stereo and dissected PC towers were by his side. His clothes were dishevelled and stained. A pair of oversized glasses sat on his nose, which had been taped in a few places, but remained functional. His mop of orange-brown hair had been styled by his bed. Huddling an electric heater nearby was a young man wrapped in a blanket, munching on a bowl of stale cereal. To its side was a wall of computer screens, all currently switched off. Stacks of boxes labelled as delicate, created a maze that navigated to an old mattress in the corner of the room. In the makeshift loft above, wires criss-crossed and cluttered the floor. The sound of a lorry reversing made it through the thin walls of a rundown and boarded-up building. ![]()
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