Chapter 53 - Reapers (6) (1/2)

”Your jokes are funny, but please keep it based in reality.” Simon spoke as h continued sipping coffee through the straw.

The waitress glared at Simon as she started squeezing her hand s in annoyance, slowly building up the intensity of each of her breaths until Simon could audibly feel the magnitude of her emotions.

”You don't sound that old, show some respect! I am Hecate Reaper. I have you know that this is a temporary bit of training so 'I can learn manners.' So show some respect to a noble devil-”

”I will stop you right there.” Simon spoke as he waved his right index finger in front of the waitress' mouth.

”Shhh...”

”You have one thing to learn about noble etiquette... you forgot to address me by my title, commoner.” Simon seriously spoke as he inwardly giggled.

”...yes.... Aspiring sir...”

”Very good, we are making progress.”

”Now tell me, why should I believe that the daughter of a diva is working in a cafe as a common waitress? Surely a diva could send their daughter to learn discipline by many other means, such as swordsmanship, meditation, and greeting guests. Why should I believe your words?” Simon playfully continued.

'There is a 75% chance that she is Hecate. In the event that she is, I will just stall for time until That naive brother of mine arrives. In any case, it would be better if they never meet, it's not like they are real fiancés of anything. This is more of a play date....'

'I keep slipping into that stupid noble state of mind! I already feel like I am becoming snobbier everyday single da*n day! F**k!' Simon inwardly complained.

'Whatever the case, I will stall for time.'

”Why should I explain myself to you? You are just a customer, not my parents, confessor, or life partner.” The waitress retorted.

In any case, Simon didn't mind what happened here. The easiest way to complete the goal is to put Hecate out of the picture. By distracting her in this way, he gets to drink coffee and complete a goal without working that hard.

”Well you are the one that claimed to be a diva's daughter without a shred of evidence.”

Sitting on his chair, Simon proceeded to stretch his forearms as if he didn't really care to much for the conversation. This was followed by him stretching his triceps too, as if he was deliberately trying to make her seem unimportant.

”O? Stretching your muscles? Are you trying to show off here?” The waitress chuckled.

”No, I just feel tired from the long travelling I have been through. All of this lying has hurt my head, lying is dangerous, you know?” Simon joked.

The cafe at this point in time was nearly empty, the only people that were here were Simon, the waitress and a few other staff and maybe two independent customers who weren't listening at all. People at cafes tended to mind their own business.