Hero City
A fleet of luxurious cars tore through the highway like a high-speed procession, engines roaring and paint glinting under the city lights.
At the center of this convoy was a sleek black Rolls-Royce, flanked by two armored Range Rovers—each emblazoned with the insignia of Blac Corporations.
Inside the Rolls-Royce, Cruxius leaned back, phone in hand, exhaling a long sigh.
'Your master is starving and you can't even reply?' he muttered silently, staring at the screen.
Earlier that morning, he'd placed an order from a specific curry shop—one he remembered clearly, even after traveling back to the past.
But now, not only had the food not arrived, there hadn't even been a reply.
He wasn't one to forget details, especially not when it came to that shop.
The one run by Lira—the pink-haired, cotton-candy-like maid whose cooking had once made an impression no dish ever had.
