PRISON VISITATIONS

Prison life is not so bad. As long as you get used to it, one way or another, you will be able to adapt. For me, I just consider it closed-door training.

Because of prison regulations, I don't have my grimoire now, but that won't stop me from training. Aside from physical and mental exercises, I also practice my mana control 24 hours a day even while sleeping.

With an optimistic mindset, I dedicate myself to improving. This optimism didn't waver and continues to sustain me. It didn't fail me as fortune smiled at me once more, the good news just keep on coming!

Teacher Drouot seats in front of me. For the first two weeks, I am here, this dear teacher of mine is the first person to visit me. "Thanks to a few people pulling the strings, your sentence of a decade is now cut short to 2 years." He informs me.

"Also," Drouot caresses his beard and immediately drives at the heart of the matter. "You'll get everything after you serve your time here." By everything, he must mean Sabrina's rewards. It looks like Sabrina didn't lie to me.

Standing up from his seat, Drouot smiles at me and then walks off. Drouot leaves me like that, not even a goodbye leaving his mouth.

I snicker in amusement. "Yeah, I love you too teacher!"

I wouldn't be this lucky if Sabrina didn't vanish the moment my magic hit her. After casting my [Dot of Singularity] at her, she immediately turns to dust effectively erasing the crime scene. It was a kind of assassination that is impossible to investigate.

Sigh… I hope that Sabrina manages to return to Earth, not that I believe her, just that I am very conflicted. My singularity attribute according to her is a crucial aspect of magic that will allow her to return home. If what she claims is right, that means, I can also return home the same way she did.

Alas, I might not look like it, but I am a very cynical person.

In my prison cell, I continue on pushing myself to my limits. Push-ups, curl-ups, planks, and if the prison schedule allows— do some hard labor ranging from mining and carrying heavy crates of cargo containing prison supplies and the like.

Another two weeks pass by like that. This time, with another visitation. It was Acier Silva. "Hello, doing well? I want to apologize that your sentence cannot be reduced further."

I nod at her in approval. "Yep, apology accepted. Anyways, it looks like you are not hiding it anymore." I direct my gaze to her bulging abdomen. Judging from its size, I estimate it to be about 7 months.

Acier warmheartedly smiles at me. "Hiding it with my robe and magic is getting difficult, so I might as well reveal it, right? It is disappointing I'd have to leave my post as captain, but this is for my daughter."

This is what Acier is like, a very responsible person. The reason why she was hiding her pregnancy is because of this. As someone who has currently the highest potential to become Wizard King, Acier is in a very delicate position.

Beforehand, I was thinking that the reason Acier is hiding her pregnancy is because of shame or something.

After all, my imagination can go to weird places that others won't dare to tread. Like, say, who is Acier's husband? This was never in the anime, and with my imagination filling the gaps, I cannot help but assume bad things.

Acier pats her abdomen lovingly. "When the healers told me that I was having a daughter, I was very happy. The youngest daughter of my children. Isn't that amazing? People tend to spoil their youngest and daughters, right? So, what would happen if you have a daughter who is the youngest among the siblings? Isn't that great?"

I didn't smile, because I know better. "What do you want?"

Acier bows her head to me. "Become my daughter's godfather."

Damn. "Hmmm… you know what, screw it, I will do it." I know this might be contradicting my desire to maintain the original story, but since the Sabrina incident, I realize, not getting involved isn't really the answer. "I will be her godfather if you agree I will also be Nozel and your twins' godfather."

"Eh?" Acier's surprise is evident. "Sure, but you mean it, right?"

I am not really sure how godfathers work, but I know enough that being a godfather to the children of House Silva is a big deal. It is a surprise to me though how easily Acier is accepting my request.

It is likely that otherworlders aside from Sabrina and me exist. Since Sabrina's revelation of her alien origins, I realize I have to be more active, so as to protect the original story I greatly love.

If it comes to it, I'll become a master behind the scenes. This obsessiveness that I have, I have to keep it sharp and closely sheathed. "Yes, lady Acier, I mean it," I tell Acier with certainty.

I continue my boring days in my cell. I was also able to make some prison friends who shower me with their loving punches. The bullying in the prison is really intense. With my singularity magic being so unfriendly, I have no choice but to just endure their bullying.

I cannot really do anything when magic bullets just keep on flying my way. The only good thing coming out of it is that for every bullying session, I become better at dog fighting.

I don't remember when exactly did they target me, but damn, the prison lifestyle is the best training grounds I can ask for. This masochistic version of me is budding to light in remembrance of the tower nights I endured.

"Fucking hell, that guy is nuts."

"He is still standing, what willpower!"

"Is he even human?"

Right, become amazed by my sheer willpower.

A month or so, I had another visitation.

It was Nozel Silva, Acier's eldest son. "Please, help me." Begs the royal 16-year-old Magic Knight.