Mushoku Tensei – JOBLESS REINCARNATION. Volume. 15.
Adulthood – Man-God Arc.
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‘Chapter 2:- THE DIARY (PART 2).’
THE NEXT MORNING, I reopened the diary, ready to pick up where I’d left off. However, it seemed like my future self hadn’t written anything for some time after Sylphie’s death. When I turned the page, I found the paper was noticeably different.
It seemed like a year or two had passed, at least. Maybe more—the entries were vague enough that it could have been a decade. I had no way of knowing what happened in that undocumented period, but when the entries did resume, I was surprised by how stupid and juvenile they seemed. There was a lot of talk about women I spotted in the street and the size of their butts. One entry recounted my seduction of a waitress at a newly opened tavern; others described my visits to various brothels, complete with reviews of their quality. The language got ugly at times. It was the diary of a scumbag, in all honesty. In one entry, I even took the time to rank all the women I’d ever slept with.
It was hard to believe it was me writing these things. Was this what I’d become without Roxy and Sylphie around?
In any case, I evidently spent years indulging in this lifestyle. It wasn’t clear where these events happened, but I recognized the names of a few taverns here and there. It seemed like I was still living in the city of Sharia.
Some names were conspicuous by their absence, though. I never mentioned Aisha, Norn, Lilia, Zenith, or Lucie. Every once in a while, there was a reference to Zanoba or Julie, but some of those entries made me queasy. My future self apparently had his eye on Julie by this point. The girl had been my faithful pupil since she was a kid, and now I was looking to take advantage of her.
I didn’t want to believe I was capable of sinking so low.
That said, I had to admit it wasn’t totally implausible. In the face of crushing despair, I could imagine abandoning myself to the pursuit of meaningless pleasure… especially since I had the looks and money to make that lifestyle easy.
Eris popped up somewhat frequently in these entries, although my future self was clearly doing his best to avoid her. She was living in Sharia as well, and whenever we ran into each other, she would beat me up with a furious scowl on her face.
“I’d like to catch that girl and teach her a lesson,” I’d written in one entry, “but I don’t want her swearing revenge on me or something. Probably best to just keep my distance.” Pretty pathetic stuff.
Reading between the lines, though, I got the sense that my feelings toward Eris were more conflicted than I let on. Was there still a part of me that wanted to patch up our relationship somehow? After what happened to Sylphie and Roxy, maybe I’d just lost the ability to pursue an actual romance. It was hard to say for sure. But at the very least, the bitter words I had written didn’t fit cleanly with some of the actions I was describing.
On another note… there were some disquieting events mixed in with all the debauchery. Zanoba and I had a price on our heads, courtesy of the Millis Church, and I sometimes had to fend off an assassin or bounty hunter. This didn’t seem much of a problem, though. I was taking them down with ease so far.
I turned the page after one such entry and found another sudden transition in the contents of the diary. It seemed like I’d skipped forward for a second time. Once again, there was no summary of the missing years. Now the paper type changed with every page, and I still wasn’t dating my entries clearly.
Norn’s picture book and the Ruijerd figurines are both selling very well. I’ve also convinced the University to officially integrate my silent spellcasting techniques into the curriculum.
It seems the Holy Country sent a demand via the Kingdom of Asura that Ranoa hand me over, but as long as the Magic Nations consider me useful, I can’t see that happening. Thanks to the Red Wyrm Mountains, it’s no easy thing to invade a country on the Central Continent. They put the aggressor at an inherent disadvantage.
Also, Asura doesn’t seem to be aware that I’m the one who burned a decent section of their capital to the ground. I knew they were scum, but I suppose they’re imbeciles as well.
Zanoba’s very close to completing his automaton now. It took longer than I expected, but we’re almost there. I can’t feel the excitement I did back when we started, though.
Why am I even doing this? What’s the point?
The first automaton’s complete.
Zanoba made her in Sylphie’s image. She has her own will, and acts on her own initiative.
However, she does anything I tell her to without question. She’s obedient and meek, but has a bit of a jealous side. She really is the spitting image of the woman I used to know… in almost every way.
But this isn’t what I wanted. This isn’t what I need…
I destroyed the Sylphie automaton.
I expected Zanoba to be furious, but he apologized instead. That just made me feel guiltier. I owe that man more than I can ever repay. At the very least, he’s earned my loyalty until the day I die.
We made a new automaton that isn’t based off of Sylphie or Roxy.
Zanoba gave it the name Forty. Apparently, it’s his fortieth “masterpiece,” according to him.
We’re mass-producing Forty’s “sisters” now, and the Magic Nations will be buying them from us. It’s nice having countries as your main customers. They’ve got deep pockets.
I don’t know how useful the “dolls” would be in a military capacity, but Zanoba and I refined their design a great deal over the years. I’m guessing they’re stronger than your average knight or adventurer, at least.
Now that we’ve reached our goal, it feels like I’ve run out of things to do. I’ll have to decide what my next research project will be. For the first time in a while, I’m actually feeling a little motivated.
Hmm…so we completed Zanoba’s automated doll project eventually, huh?
These entries gave no hints about how we accomplished it, unfortunately. I’d probably kept my research notes separate from this diary. That was kind of a pity. A little advice from the future might have sped up our progress immensely…
It wasn’t that big a deal, though. Zanoba was enjoying his research very much, and they say the journey’s as important as the destination, right?
I turned the page, and was startled by another sudden shift in the tone of the diary.
This one sheet of paper was badly wrinkled. I had clearly been crying on the page as I wrote these words.
The Man-God showed up in my dreams. I can still feel his hand resting on my shoulder.
I hate him. I hate him so much.
I have to get more powerful, and fast.
I need to kill that bastard. It’s my new purpose in life. Until the day he dies, Roxy and her child will never rest in peace.
Neither will I, for that matter.
Come to think of it, I wonder how Lilia and the others are doing. I haven’t seen them since they left the house.
I wonder how Lucie’s turned out. I bet she’s a beauty, just like her mom. I hope she’s doing well with her studies. I hope she’s getting enough to eat.
…I wish like hell I hadn’t fallen apart like that after Sylphie died.
Aisha did come back to look after me eventually, but… I can’t imagine the others have forgiven me. Sending off a letter now wouldn’t do any good.
I’ve got so many regrets.
How do I get stronger?
Do I work on my magic? Maybe track down someone who can cast Kingly or Imperial spells?
I don’t think so. Based on what I’ve seen so far, spells past the Saintly level seem to just get bigger in scale. They’re not especially useful in combat.
There are some exceptions, like that Electric spell I came up with. But on the whole, my offensive capabilities are already adequate.
The main issue is that I’m a glass cannon with mediocre mobility. I can’t amplify my physical capabilities with Aura, and that leaves me at a major disadvantage in both durability and speed.
How do I compensate for those shortcomings?
I found some information on the Fighting God in a book.
Legend has it that he wore a golden suit of armor that vastly enhanced his strength, speed, and endurance. When I discussed this with Zanoba, he came up with an intriguing idea: what if we made a Zaliff Prosthesis that covered my entire body?
I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before. I can’t envelop myself in Aura, true. But when I feed mana to my artificial hand, I can enhance its strength dramatically. If I use my Earth magic to create the sturdiest possible shell, and then rework it into a full-body suit of armor…
Yeah. I think this might work.
With help from Zanoba, I’ve completed my personal suit of armor.
The thing stands more than two meters tall, and it’s bulky to boot. It takes a lot of mana to control, too. In effect, I’m the only one capable of using this, and even I wouldn’t be able to power it for that many days in a row. It’s kind of an oversized hunk of junk, in all honesty.
If only Cliff was still alive. Maybe we could have made something more efficient… But there’s no point dwelling on that now, I guess.
In any case, I took a cue from some old video game and named it “the Magic Armor.”
From this point, the diary turned to focus on my efforts to grow stronger.
By nestling inside the Magic Armor—essentially an oversized version of the Zaliff Prosthesis—I could enhance my speed, power, and physical defense to match even the world’s most powerful warriors. I could only maintain that level of performance for half a day at a time, but even at 30% output I was capable of defeating most opponents I encountered.
We’d clearly hit on something special. But we presumably weren’t the first to come up with the idea, given the stories about the Fighting God.
I was already itching to get started on my own version. But were Zanoba and I even capable of designing the Magic Armor at this stage in our research?
Well…maybe we’re ready, maybe we aren’t. I’m still going to make it happen.
On a less positive note, it seemed my family had moved out of my house not long after Sylphie’s death. That explained why I’d barely referenced them in the earlier entries.
I could see Norn getting fed up with my womanizing quickly enough, but I’d somehow managed to get even Lilia to give up on me. Just how badly had I mistreated them?
Then again… I didn’t know the specifics. Maybe I’d moved them out for their own safety. I did have those assassins from Millis coming after me and all…
Yeah, sure. Let’s go with that.
All of a sudden, I found myself wanting to score brownie points with my family.
Fortunately, today happened to be one of Norn’s regularly scheduled nights at home. That seemed like an excellent reason to take them out for a meal. A little quality time couldn’t hurt, right?
“Brother deaaar!” came a voice from behind me. “Lunch is ready! Come down and eat with us!”
I rose from my chair and opened the door to find Aisha standing just outside in her usual maid outfit. There was a bit of sauce on her face; she’d probably been doing a little taste-testing in the kitchen.
“You’ve got something on your face, kid,” I said, taking out a handkerchief to wipe it off for her.
“Mmph! Heehee, thanks.”
Aisha grinned cheerfully at me as I pulled my hand away.
This kid had been devoted enough to take care of me by herself even when I turned into a no-good piece of trash. The old man hadn’t mentioned her, but she was effectively the only family he had for years. It must have meant a lot to have her around.
“Hey, Aisha… is there anything you’ve been wanting lately?”
“Huh? Why are you asking?”
“I was thinking I might buy you a present one of these days. Just a little thank you for all the hard work, you know?”
“What?! Awww, you shouldn’t! I’d feel bad for Norn! Hmm, but I guess I did see a really cute hair clip in the store the other day… Wink, wink.”
You’re not actually supposed to say the ‘wink, wink’ part out loud, you know. Who did she learn this kind of shamelessness from, anyway? Me? Probably me.
“All right. I’ll take you out to buy it sometime soon. We’ll just have to keep it a secret from Norn.”
Aisha let out an odd little yelp as jumped back and threw her hands up in an exaggerated display of shock. “Are you actually serious, brother dear?! What are you playing at here…? Gasp! Could it be you’re craving some loving?! Should I be awaiting your arrival in my bedroom tonight, m’lord? Tee-hee!”
“Okay, enough fooling around. Let’s go eat before the food gets cold, huh?”
“Yessir!”
Together, the two of us headed down to the dining room. Roxy and Norn weren’t around at the moment, but we had a family meal with everyone else in the house. To me, at least, the food tasted noticeably better than usual.
When I shared that thought with Lilia, I managed to get a little smile out of her.
After lunch, I returned to the diary.
With his Magic Armor complete, my future self began to travel the world, searching for a way to reach the Man-God. I met many different people in the course of these journeys, but was frequently distressed by how little information I could find about my enemy.
Eventually, I hit on the theory that people who’d been alive for a very long time were more likely to know something about the Man-God, and focused my attention on locating the oldest people in the world. At the same time, I continued to train relentlessly as a mage and develop new spells, gradually growing more powerful than before. In time, I mastered Gravity-Manipulation magic, a variety of Electric spells, and even a kind of magic that manipulated the human voice. I also reached the Saint tier in Healing.
At some point I came to the conclusion that magic itself was “all-powerful,” and could be used to accomplish anything as long as you “got the knack of it.” Naturally, there was no explanation of what the heck that was supposed to mean. This was also the section of the diary where I’d recorded my theories about Roxy catching Petrification Syndrome from that mouse, and the Man-God’s potential responsibility for Sylphie’s death.
At a glance, it seemed like I was making progress on many fronts. But as more time passed without any new information about the Man-God, my future self began to grow increasingly bitter and hateful.
At this point in my life, I’d become a genuinely horrible person. I provoked fights everywhere I went, crushing opponents much weaker than me just so I could sneer at them. I acted on impulse and instinct, even sexually assaulting random women. This sure as hell wasn’t the kind of man I wanted to become.
Eris made frequent appearances in these entries as well. She kept popping up along my route as I travelled around the world. Eris was as powerful as ever, and repeatedly defeated me in battle. There was no clear mention of this in the text, but she might have been trying to show me the error of my ways.
My future self, however, began to think she might be an agent of the Man-God. She was ‘interfering’ with my progress, after all. Therefore, she was clearly under his control, and acting to protect his interests. Over time, I grew to hate her for it.
I was amazed how easily I’d convinced myself of this, despite lacking any evidence whatsoever to support the theory. It was probably just what I’d wanted to believe.
Eventually, Eris stopped beating me so easily, and then stopped beating me at all. Maybe I had grown stronger, or maybe she’d passed her peak physical years. I couldn’t tell from the text.
Finally, things came to a climax.
I made Eris cry. It’s been a long time since I saw her blubber like that.
Maybe I took things too far. She might not be connected to the Man-God after all.
No, that doesn’t make any sense. The woman’s been following me around and getting in my way ever since Sylphie died. What else could explain that? She clammed up repeatedly during the interrogation, too.
She knows something. She has to.
Eris escaped today.
I found her handcuffs with bite marks on them. Are that woman’s teeth made of steel?!
Damn it all…
I have an audience with Atofe tomorrow. It’s hard to imagine that musclehead will give me anything useful, but like most of the immortal demons, she’s been around for ages. There’s a decent chance she knows about the Man-God.
I’ll get it out of her, even if I have to beat her to a pulp.
Eris is dead.
Ghislaine blamed me for everything. None of this makes any damn sense.
I’m going to try to summarize what happened yesterday.
My audience with Atofe turned into a battle. I was up against her and her entire personal guard.
I was confident I could handle the Demon King, but Moore threw me off completely. I knew the man was a powerful mage, and I still let him catch me off guard. I was too focused on Atofe herself.
They had me on the ropes when Eris jumped in out of nowhere. She took an attack meant for me, and died to save my life.
Ghislaine told me why afterward. She explained everything, going back to the day Eris showed up in Sharia.
Eris just wanted to be with me. I had it all wrong all this time. She never stopped loving me. Ever.
That was the reason she followed me around. It was the only reason.
I still can’t believe it.
There wasn’t much detail in these entries, but it all matched up with what the old man had told me.
…Maybe I really did need to marry Eris too. Reading all this made me want to see her end up happy. It was going to take some real courage to take the first step, though. I had vaguely broached the subject with Sylphie, but still…
Well, the real first step had to be talking it over in detail. Sending the letter would come after that.
I decided to push this topic from my mind until Roxy came home tonight, and returned my attention to the diary.
After Eris’ death, there was a stretch of entries that said nothing particularly useful. I’d written only brief descriptions of travelling to certain places, meeting certain people, and fighting others. Among those I battled, I noticed some truly fearsome opponents: a Water Emperor here, a North Emperor there. But my victories didn’t seem to bring me any pleasure, as I hadn’t even bothered to record any details. Most of the entries were nothing more than a sentence or two, along the lines of: “I killed X today. He didn’t know anything about the Man-God either.”
After a fair number of entries like this, there seemed to be another skip forward in time.
The first longer entry in a while was of a very different nature from those that had preceded it.
Zanoba’s gone.
A unit of Temple Knights had infiltrated the Kingdom of Ranoa without anyone noticing. By the time I rushed back, it was too late. They’d burned the mansion to the ground.
I found Zanoba’s charred body in front of the door to the basement. Ginger, Julie, and Aisha were lying inside it, their bodies cut to pieces.
The Temple Knights were still in Ranoa, so I tracked them down and killed them all. But murdering them was meaningless, of course.
Zanoba did so much for me. He tried so hard to help me, and to protect my family. But I wasn’t there for him when he needed me.
What’s the point of having all this power, anyway?
I’m useless.
Everyone’s dead now, I guess.
I’m the only one still standing. The others are all gone. I couldn’t protect any of them.
It’s all the Man-God’s fault.
I have to kill that bastard, if it’s the last thing I do…
Well… that was a downer.
Losing both Zanoba and Aisha in such a horrible way must have been crushing.
That said, I was slightly curious why my future self hadn’t tried to locate the rest of my family. Maybe I’d decided that I had no right to call myself Lucie’s father. Or maybe Lilia and the others had died as well, and those events just weren’t recorded in this diary. Norn’s name hadn’t come up in a very long time, which wasn’t exactly reassuring…
Okay, let’s stop speculating.
If it wasn’t in the diary, it hadn’t happened. That was how I needed to approach this.
In any case… it didn’t seem like Zanoba’s death was necessarily the Man-God’s doing, but my future self was blaming everything on him. At this point in my life, I’d clearly developed a single-minded obsession with taking revenge. I threw myself into the search for the Man-God even more intensely than before, viciously butchering anyone who stood in my way.
And finally, I found a lead.
My heart is pounding as I write this.
I’m currently in a remote corner of the Begaritt Continent. This was said to be an uninhabited, unexplored region, but I discovered an ancient ruin here, a remnant of the ancient Dragonfolk civilization. And on its walls, I found murals lined with writing. This is what I read on one of them:
This world is divided into six—the world of dragons, the world of men, the world of demons, the world of beasts, the ocean world, and the sky world.
These six worlds are arrayed like the faces of a great cube. The inside of this cube is a place known as the barren world. Passing through it is the only way to travel from one face of the cube to another; but this is only possible by means of a very specific method.
Unfortunately, the mural had crumbled away after this section. But the very last legible sentence read as follows:
“The Man-God stands at the center of the barren world.”
I’ve finally found what I was looking for.
I’m planning to stay here for some time to thoroughly analyze everything written on these walls.
The murals contain a historical record of the Dragonfolk’s attempts to find a way to the barren world’s center.
Summoning and Teleportation magic were apparently developed as offshoots of their research into spells for travelling through the barren world to reach others. I may need to focus my research in that direction.
I’ve found everything there is to find in these ruins.
It seems the ancient Dragonfolk attempted to create something that would allow them to reach the center of the barren world, but I don’t know what that something was. The section of the walls describing it have crumbled into dust. Still, their method was clearly something quite similar to Summoning or Teleportation magic.
Unfortunately, I don’t have the knowledge I need to recreate the kind of spell that was described.
Perugius might, however. I don’t know of anyone more familiar with Summoning spells. Perhaps he can point me in the right direction.
Perugius knew nothing.
He doesn’t even know who or what the Man-God is, for that matter. The only thing he does know is that Laplace flew into a furious rage at the mere mention of him.
I’m back to square one yet again. Laplace clearly knew of the Man-God, but he’s no longer among the living…
I suppose there’s Orsted. Maybe he knows something.
I can’t find so much as a rumor about Orsted’s whereabouts. I don’t think I’ll ever track the man down, no matter how hard I try.
Maybe I’m better off focusing on my research on Teleportation magic. After decades of constant battle, I can’t move as nimbly as I used to. I may not have much time left to waste.
No… it’s too early to throw in the towel. I should try to find more Dragonfolk ruins while I’m still capable of travelling.
Huh. So this world was sort of like a hollow cube, with the Man-God at its center. That was a little disturbing. It did explain why teleportation always felt more like getting sucked under the ground—you were being pulled into the barren world, and travelling through it to your destination.
Of course, that didn’t mean you could just dig down through the ground to reach the Man-God. The connection between the worlds probably wasn’t that literal.
The diary seemed to jump forward in time again after this entry. My future self really hadn’t been too consistent with this thing.
I discovered a second Dragonfolk ruin high in the mountains of the Demon Continent. I wish I understood why they built these things in such dangerous, well-hidden places. This whole area’s swarming with powerful monsters.
Hmm. I suppose Perugius’ floating fortress might also qualify as a ruin, in some sense of the word. Maybe this is number three, then.
In any case, I plan to start exploring it tomorrow.
My efforts were rewarded. I found a complete version of the mural I studied some years ago, including the section describing their method for reaching the center of the barren world.
The ancient Dragonfolk created five sacred treasures. Using all five sends you to the barren world, instead of merely passing through it.
I’ve finally found a way to reach the Man-God. Finally.
But I’m over sixty now, and my body’s in terrible condition. I don’t know if I’ll make it in time.
I paid Perugius another visit. This time, he had information for me.
The five sacred treasures created by the ancient Dragonfolk are held by their five generals. All of them are necessary to open the door to the barren world by means of the Dragon God’s secret art. However, one of these generals is already dead, and their treasure is lost. The whereabouts of their successor are also unknown.
Perugius believes that the missing general will appear within a few decades. Something about the way he worded this struck me as odd, but I can’t remember exactly why. Lately, it’s getting harder to pry open the cabinet of my memories.
Is Perugius still hiding something from me? It’s an infuriating thought. But he’s the only person left whom I can reminisce about the better days with. I don’t want to kill him.
He did say that Orsted might know something about the secret art…but nobody has the slightest idea where Orsted is.
In any case, if it’s going to be decades before the last Dragon General appears, there’s no hope left for me. I’m sure I won’t live that long. My body’s already on the verge of breaking down. I can feel death creeping up on me.
What am I supposed to do, damn it? I’m running out of time…
I can’t get my hands on all five of the Dragon Generals’ treasures.
I don’t think I’m capable of creating my own imitations, or reproducing the secret art itself. There’s just not enough to go on; I wouldn’t know where to start.
In other words, I can’t make it to the barren world.
I’m so sick and tired of this.
How long do I have to keep struggling forward alone? Who am I even doing this for? Even my hatred for the Man-God is starting to dull.
I’m just…so damn tired.
The fire and determination of the earlier entries was giving way to resignation and bitterness. There weren’t many pages left. These entries were probably from about fifty years in the future, then.
My future self had spent decades struggling constantly with precious few successes, and never reached his goal. After a certain point, anyone would have grown too exhausted to think straight. The person I was today would probably have given up much earlier.
I usually keep my research notes separate from this diary, but I’m going to add an entry here about my latest theory.
During my research into Teleportation magic, I arrived at an interesting thesis. Specifically: by combining it with the magic described on the ancient murals, and tweaking with the execution, it might be possible to travel back in time.
However, if my theory is correct, it could require an enormous amount of mana to travel even a few seconds backward. How much would you need to jump back years, then?
I’m going to try travelling to the past.
I still have this old diary on my hands. Using it as a focal point, I just might be able to jump back to the day I started writing it—the day the Man-God tricked me into releasing that mouse and killing Roxy.
I don’t know if it’s going to work.
I don’t know what will happen to me if it does work, either. I’m familiar with the concept of time paradoxes, after all.
I wish I were more confident this will work.
It’s hard to even say if I’ll jump back in time as I am now, or just revert to my younger self. Assuming it’s the former, though, I need to go over what I’m going to say. At the very least, I need to cover the Petrification Syndrome incident, Eris, and the Man-God.
I’m not sure I’ll be able to explain it all. I’m not sure my younger self will even believe me.
And if I revert instead… I don’t know how I’ll be able to interact with Sylphie and Roxy.
I do want to see them again, of course. I want to tell them how sorry I am. But the thought of overwriting the mind of a happy young man with mine is… honestly, kind of sickening.
Perhaps I should take more time to experiment first. But given the potential risks of a time paradox, I’m hesitant to do so. Say I were to hop back several days in time. What if I leave my memories behind in the process? I’d be trapping myself in an endless, meaningless loop, dooming myself to live in this miserable world for all eternity.
At least I’d get to see Roxy and Sylphie again the other way…
All right. Enough of this. I’m going to stop overthinking things.
It’s not like I have anything left to lose, anyway. I accomplished nothing with my life. I’m a waste of oxygen. Maybe I’ll screw this up and ruin everything again, but so what? Why should I give a damn?
And if I succeed…
Well, maybe I can give the Man-God a taste of his own medicine.
Once I finished reading the final entry, I closed the diary.
The back cover was scarred and battered—just like the front. Now that I’d read the whole thing, I could see the meaning in those scratches. They were testaments to the long, painful years I’d spent carrying this thing around.
My future self must have jumped back in time immediately after writing that final entry, only to realize that he’d run out of mana in the process.
I couldn’t begin to understand the principles behind using Teleportation magic to travel back in time. That said, I wasn’t sure why he’d come back in one great leap. Based on what he’d written in the diary, it might have been safer to hop back in multiple steps to avoid this mana issue. Was he just too old and tired to realize the benefits of that approach?
No… it probably hadn’t even occurred to him that he might not have enough mana for this. The man must have had absolute confidence in his ability to cast any spell.
In any case, this diary simply didn’t hold all the details I needed on his research. There was no guarantee that the conclusions he’d drawn were entirely correct, either. He could have misinterpreted those ancient murals, for one thing.
Come to think of it, I had seen an old mural in the underground levels of Perugius’ fortress. Was that the sort of thing we were talking about there? That one didn’t seem to have anything to do with Summoning magic…but from the sound of things, there were many others of its kind hidden away all across the world.
Anyway. For now, I had answers to my most important questions. Now I needed to take action before I ended up going down the same road.
“Hello, everyone,” called a voice from the entrance hall. “I’m home.”
Roxy was back from work. Perfect timing.
First things first, then. Tonight, I needed to have a serious discussion with my two wives. They needed to know about Eris…and the fact that we were all in danger.
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