Ghost waifu=Happiness

“Fucking god damn it, Trynt! Ughh, okay, look, just make sure I don’t end up being the one that gets crushed and all banged up than anyone should, alright?”

There goes her chance to be frightening. Did she even notice that she was blushing?

“Heh, you’re even cuter when blushing, mistress~!”

The loyal servant leaned in quickly to get a kiss on her flared cheek

“I’ll prepare a meal for the both of us later, you take care now, mistress~!”

Mima leans in fairly close to her mortal lover’s face, lifting his chin up and staring into his eyes in an almost passionate but dominantly terrifying manner. She let another chuckle slide by her lips, then softly pressed the tip of her nose against his, speaking in a low, calming tone.

“Then promise me you’ll never rush through without me again, okay, dear~?”

He trembles more violently, unable to keep himself still

“B-bu-b-bu-but, I-I made sure you’d come with! It was on my mind for the entire journey, i-it’s why I-I-I-I threw myself into the f-f-f-f-fla-fl-flame instead of y-y-y-yo-you-you, despite the chance of my s-s-s-soul being consumed f-f-f-f-f-or-o-r-for-forever by the f-f-f-f-f-fire.”

He trembles less, able to talk clearer

“B-but we’re here now, s-so I guess it didn’t.. Consume my soul. Unless I’m soul-less now.”

“......”

“I can’t exactly die, but I can still feel pain nevertheless. Ohh, if I were you, I’d get on my hands and knees and start screaming in apology.”

She points her Crescent Staff at him, aimed directly for his head.

“Because I swear to god, Trynt, You’re lucky that I’m even giving you a chance to apologize before I detach your head from your shoulders!”

The man, visibly shaking, drops his halberd. He also takes off his hood and mask.

“B-but we made such a good team, and we made it out in one piece a-and, we slayed so much and managed to practically conquer the world before leaving and...”

He gets on his knees

“And you do realize that as a result, I was forced to take most of the damage for you, right?”

“W-well, uh.. Y-yeah, I sort of noticed, b-but you couldn’t die, a-and you cast spells. A-and I was quick, and nimble, and.. Yeah, probably reckless, b-but.. Egh.”

“… Tryyynt.”

Oh boy.

“Y-yes, mistress?”

“…”

Cue the silent glaring.

“.. Er.. W-want a treat?”

The man holds what appears to be a soul in his hand, a soul of a brave warrior. To a specter, it’s practically as appealing as a cake

Tired and absolutely worn from all the drama and action in the world they had just returned from, Mima just stares at Trynt as if he were insane- well… he might actually be.

“You’re about to get your head ripped off of your shoulders - there was nothing easy about it.”

“Mima-sama, Mima-sama, we did it! We got to go home! That was a rather easy adventure, n-hehe.”

Before he could reply, the specter slaps him across the face with the cutest look of embarrassment.

“I-I’m not attractive, damn it!”

He seems to oddly shrug off the slap quickly, in fact he seemed to enjoy it.

“I-I’m sorry, what?” The specter looked confused.

“I thought you were living with the mad scientist. And what’s with those bedroom eyes?”Mima scoffs, seeming to be frustrated that her servant just wouldn’t leave her alone. Internally, though, she appreciated the company.

“Are you plotting something?”

He chuckles, looking at his mistress.

“What the hell are you doing in my home? And what’s with the big book?”

He quickly put the book down, then looks at his mistress