A God Killed Me By Accident, But I Reincarnated As The 4th Son Of The Marquis

Volume 6 Chapter 11: I’m Senior Ange’s Junior

Volume 6 Chapter 11: I’m Senior Ange’s Junior

Keith shook his head as he left the mansion. The thought of the kitchen being destroyed was still on his mind. I did go a little too far. Thinking about how he acted, he felt guilty. The rest turned into meek little rabbits, displaying how scared they were. 

He shook his head a few times. No, I can't think like that. Sometimes, you have to put your foot down. 

The place Keith headed to now was the center of the city. And when he arrived, "Senior Ange!" Keith called out to the girl sitting on a bench. 

"Keith," Ange wasn't dressed in her school clothes. She wore a calm and nice outfit, giving her a mature and lovely vibe.

Glancing at it for a second time, Keith was silent for a second, "Senior Ange, is that really you?"

"Huh? What do you mean? Of course, it's me." Ange tilted her head.

"For a second, I thought you were an angel," Keith smiled. 

Ange blinked a few times before she hit Keith's chest, "Junior, how could you say something like that?"

"It's true!" Keith laughed. He thought he saw an angel descending from heaven.

Ange pouted, "Junior probably charmed many girls with that smile." Keith's good looks were infamous. 

"Nah, I think I did it to a few. But that's about it." 

"That fact you said it with so much confidence makes it even worse." Ange laughed. There was no hesitation in his voice. 

"But that's nothing compared to you." "Eh?"

"You probably charmed many guys. And shouldn't you have heard that line?" Keith tilted his head. He thought for sure people would call her an angel.

"They don't dare to say it out loud. It's embarrassing." Thinking and saying were two different things. 

"Haha. Let's go now. You said that there was a lot of work, right?" The reason why he came was to help her with the work. Even with them working overtime, they still couldn't finish it. 

"Mmhmm!" Ange smiled, "Let's go to my favorite shop. It's perfect for us to work." Like that, she led Keith to a shop.

Interesting. When the two entered the cafe, Keith found the interior easy on the eyes. Nothing was bland or excessive; it gave a comfy and cozy vibe.  

"Welcome, Ange. Is it for one again?" A woman at the counter greeted Ange

"Two this time, Helen." Ange proudly stated. 

Helen looked up at Keith, "Oh my. Has Ange finally got herself a boyfriend?"

"No! He's my junior!" "Then why are you acting so embarrassed?"

"Because it's embarrassing when you ask that question!" Ange waved. Keith continued to have a smile as he greeted, 

"Hello, my name is Keith. I'm senior Ange's junior."

"And he's courteous as well." Helen looked at Ange, "He's such a keeper. Don't let up."

"Helen!" Ange was about to cry. She really didn't want any of that. 

"Pff, please sit wherever you like." Knowing Ange was about to cry in a few moments, she gestured for them to sit anywhere. Ange sighed, "Let's go sit down." The two sat down in the corner of the cafe. 

"This is a really posh place," Keith complimented.

"I know, right. I always come here whenever I have a lot of work. The atmosphere makes me work faster."

"...I see." 

"Junior, don't look at me with those eyes. I'm serious." Ange could tell from his gaze he didn't believe her. 

"Anyways, let's start working." Ange clapped her hands, and the papers came out. Keith's expression changed, 

"Senior Ange, this is-"

"I got all of this for today." Added with the last ones, it was not a surprise. 

"Today?! How?" There was no way this could be from one day!

"Please work," There was no need to explain as a pleading look appeared on Ange's face. Keith sighed as he started to look through the papers. As he did, 

"Your order is here," Helen brought something over. Keith looked down at the drink. He was surprised. Is this what I think it is?! Even without drinking, the rich aroma perked him up. 

Ange smiled, "Surprised? Apparently, this drink is something that helps people perk up. However, the customers can't stand the taste."

"Owner," Keith called to Helen. 

"Hmm? What's the matter, young man?"

"Can you tell me where you got this?" Keith was interested. 

"You can buy this at the department store," Helen explained. It was something anyone could buy. 

"Thank you! As a favor! Let me help you out with something!

"Hmm?" Ange and Helen tilted their heads when they heard that.