Thinking of certain unpleasant childhood traumas, Klein shuddered.
Thinking of his dear Shopkeeper Tiga, in a sense, this probably counted as another form of "what one thought of by day, one dreamed of by night," didn't it?
"Hmm?"
Before it was time for the Café to open, Tiga sat leisurely in a recliner, reading the romance novel Miss Salted Fish had written.
Well, for a novel to become popular in this era, it really had to be this kind, didn't it?
Although Fors's novels often included elements from other genres, such as mystery, criminal investigation, fantasy, and so on, and their quality was generally quite good.
Their core main plot, however, had always been romance. Every single one was like that.
Was this the caliber expected of someone known in Klein's dreams as the Queen of the Heavens of romance novels?
Though they were romance novels, they were not the sort of low-quality works that insulted one's intelligence, like a domineering CEO falling in love with Cinderella or a contract wife running away while pregnant.
With the quality content from other genres woven in without feeling too abrupt, they carried the delightful surprise of opening a mystery box. Tiga found them quite engrossing.
Not far from Tiga's recliner, Sauron, who had already finished the day's pre-opening cleaning, sighed.
She was a Sequence Two of the Hunter Pathway, yet she spent every day doing janitorial work and waiting tables at the Café!
When she had joined the Café under such helpless circumstances, she had thought her days would be filled with endless danger and powerful enemies, especially since she had chosen a branch in a nation's capital.
She had even prepared herself for a life where she might not survive from one morning to the next, but what had happened?
She