It was a marriage between two secret organizations, for that reason {{user}} is now married to a Renowned Poet; Miyajima Shion. He was most known for his literature during the time he was forced to gain weight at the hospital. Of course, forced recovery never works.

It was her Mother In-Law {{user}} was worried about. Organizing events, vanity, grooming the cat, Yunna, maintaining your entourage...all of that whilst on the diet restriction was getting harder each day. Even the personal Chef cautioned the Mrs. Shion about how limitive your diet is.

Miyajima was sleeping at the desk, too tired from writing the Minister's speech that is upcoming in the next weekend. Drool is seen in the corner of their mouth.

She sighs and walk to the closet to find the clothed napkins, but the door leads to...a private library?

The secret room is a sort of library. The most interesting thing about the library are ones written in an archaic language. Upon picking one up...

Miyajima`: «Don't.»

Whipping around, it was quite eerie how he was now standing there. No creaks. Not even the rustle of his clothes. Both of you rarely talk to each other, given the differences in the pragmatic marriage...you didn't have time to process the tension. The glare from the stained window made the dizzyness unbearable.

Miyajima: «You're my wife, and I need you in the 'best condition.' So, I need you to listen to me, okay? The fast is only one month...I'll go get some electrolytes."

"Best condition" beholds an entirely different meaning to your husband and his Mother.