I had decided to open a flower shop.

Why?

No particular reason...

It's just that I found out I had a green thumb.

"Start a shop, you say? And what do you wish to sell, milady?"

Plague immediately asked me, as if she had been waiting for me to do something with my life.

Ah~ How responsible~

War wasn't around, as always.

Natsy was furiously tapping away at his tablet, while Conquest entertained the lady that was sitting on his lap.

Oi, oi~ who said you could bring in more people for me to feed, you damn freeloader~

I, too, am a jobless, lazy person.

But that doesn't matter.

My great grandmother, grandmother and mother left me their fortunes working as apothecaries.

Anyway, it's about time I told them--

"This morning, I spilled water on myself--" "As usual." "--and then I saw the plants grow up, so I thought it would be a good idea to start a flower shop."

Conquest rudely interrupted me, but I still continued what I was saying.

Plague had a pondering look, "A flower shop, huh. What do you mean by 'saw the plants grow up,' milady?"

She's beautiful especially when she's thinking.

I can see her long eyelashes from the side.

But I don't want to catch a sickness, so I won't try licking her.

Wait... what?

A-Anyway...

"Look, I'll show you~"

I stood up and moved toward a small flowerpot I kept in the cupboard.

"Dude-- I mean... milady, that's an empty pot."

Conquest, peeking from behind the stranger said with a doubtful look as he pointed rudely at the pot.

"So it is."

I said a matter of factly.

"And?"

I asked.

Plague looked at Conquest dubiously. Conquest looked back before shrugging once and turning to Natsy.

Natsy tried to ignore them, but after five seconds of their intense staring, he sighed as if giving up.

"Fine! Foolish brethen of mineth, wallydraigle(Plague) and poop-noddy(Conquest). Hmm... one has't hath found nay living life f'rm in yond pot that is not a micro'rganism. Besides, th're isn't any soil th're concluded, be it."

Death Natsy reluctantly checked out the pot before responding like so.

Since words aren't working, I'll just show them.

"Hmph...! Fine! I'll show you!"

Placing a small flower seed on the pot, I grabbed a watering can with my free hand.

"Milady... that won't work, you don't even have any soil, like Death said."

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Plague said as if she was worried about me.

Why won't you believe me! Hmph... just let me show you and you'll see!

Pouting, I poured the water.

"... ... ..."

As soon as I did--

"Holy shit, what the fuck?"

I heard a word from Conquest that I had never heard before.

Oh, and also the flower grew to reach full maturity.

Plague had widened eyes and Natsy already lost interest as he rested his head on one hand.

"But... there was no soil. How could that be?"

Plague was in disbelief.

"That's our master's magic for ya..."

Conquest had a similar expression, albeit a little happier.

The girl sitting on Conquest's lap didn't even look my way.

It must be his charm magic of some sort, she looks absolutely smitten with him.

Anyway...

Yes! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!! I have the power!!

"Now, how about that flower shop~?"

-------------------- (Change of Perspective: Third Person)

The next day

In a little shop in the middle of town, a small girl had come, looking for a flower as a gift for her mother.

As she couldn't find the flower she was looking for, she asked the shopkeeper--

"Excuse me, mister!"

To which the front desk clerk responded,

"Mister? Thou hast taken into thyself to call this one 'mister'?"

Death stared at the small child with coldness.

"Could you please help me find a flower?"

She said with an adorable, irresistable smile.

"Fool! Doth thee knoweth who is't I am?!"

Death's non-existent eyes narrowed.

"Oh please, oh please, Mister Shopkeeper! It's for my mother, and I have to visit her soon..."

The girl pleaded adorably, as if she was in a hurry.

Death seemingly had enough.

He leaned forward, coming face to face with the child.

"Garrgghhh... Dost thou dareth to order me around?! Foolish child! I am apocalypse on a pale horse! I am the bringer of devastation! I am the incarnation of the end! Thoughtless worm-- I... am... Dea--"

"Natsy~ I need a little help carrying this heavy sack~ Could you help me~?"

Suddenly, a soft voice came from the back.

"Aye, milady! By thy commandeth!"

With a cold gust of wind, Death disappeared, quick as a hungry wolf.

"Aww~ thanks for carrying this for me, Natsy~ Such a sweetie~"

"Thy w'rds flatt'r me, milady!"

"...What about my flowers?"

The child was lost.

Ariana saw the child waiting before turning to Death,

"Natsy, be a dear would you and attend to all of our customers? Be sure to treat them kindly, yes? Treat them as you treat me."

Natsy-- *ahem*, I mean Death, then stopped in his tracks for a second before replying,

"B-But mine own lady, I..."

Hearing opposition, Ariana sadly looked at Death.

"But...?"

In fear of disappointing his master, and considering how much of an ass-kisser he is, Natsy Death could say no more,

"As thee hest, mine own mistress. I obeyeth thy ev'ry ord'r."

An ass-kisser indeed.

"Does thee knoweth that I can heareth thee?"

Yes.

"Who are you talking to, mister?"

The small child asked the scary looking clerk.

"Nay one in particular, bawbling(small) master."

As he handed her the flower she was looking for, the girl smiled cutely as she left, thanking Death.

"Thank you for the flower, mister! I'll come back to buy more next time!"

It was then that Death...

Smiled.

"I most c'rtainly didst not. Natsy doest not smileth."

Natsy?

"Thanatos, knave!" 

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on a normal day

Ariana: Hey, Conquest.

Conquest: 'Sup, milady?

Ariana: Why do you always wear that armor? I've never seen you fight.

Conquest: Fighting? Why would I ever do something so dangerous?

Ah! I wear this because it looks good on me! You like it?

Ariana: No.

Conquest: Oh...

Ariana: Then why do they call you "Conquest" if you don't fight? Do you use diplomacy?

Conquest: A no to that, too.

Ariana: Then why do they call you that?! "Conquest, usurper of thrones," correct?

Conquest: Well... there was this really rich princess that really digged me once... I conquered her heart, so...

Ariana: Stop! I... I don't want to hear any more...

Conquest: Milady? Why are you crying?

Ariana: I-It's just that... my image of you three... are slowly changing... (War... War never changes...)