"It was you who said you'd help people fulfill their wish lists."
Her body suspended in the air, Misaki Saki covered her forehead, her voice dripping with grievance.
"If I end up helping you with painting, too, what's the point of having you around? To be a vase?" Haruka Yuzan said to this person, somewhat speechless.
After saying this, he felt a sense of déjà vu – could it be that Chiba Shimizu saw me the same way???
"Hehe! That's not entirely unacceptable." Misaki Saki chuckled, her little legs no longer flailing about as she hung there,
covering her little head, her face lighting up with a daydreaming smile,
"You do the painting, and I get to eat, drink, have fun, eat, sleep, play games, sleep, eat, play games…."
It seemed as though she had already envisioned a beautiful future life; drool even began dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Misaki Saki slurped it back up and then started giggling foolishly,
"This is my perfect life!"
Hmm….
