Matilda had nothing more to say. She is done here. She knew talking to him and proving her point is not gonna happen.
"Then, I am done being rich. I don't need
anything from you anymore".

She went to her room, packed her things and got out of her house.

" I will wait for you to come back, Matilda".

"Don't Dad".

"I don't freaking care whatever you feel. You need to kiss my toe, kneel, and say sorry as many as you can. It's a must, tho." - Matilda

Siya si Matilda, ang kontrabidang bida—walang sinasanta't sinasanto. Lahat ay kaniyang minamalditahan, kahit kaibigan pa. 

Paano babaguhin ng isang misteryosong lalaki ang kaniyang buhay? Ano ang magiging parte ng lalaking 'yon sa buhay niya kung mayroon naman na siyang lovelife?

"The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it"

[December 1905]

Few weeks had passed since Roy left for Central City, and Riza was missing him very badly. She remembered the promise he made to her before leaving, that he would marry her the next time he returns and take her with him. The memories were one of the major things to keep her happy, and the others were novels, especially romance novels. That day also, she was sitting on the sofa, reading some novel, when she heard the door open. It was Matilda, the caretaker of Riza and the house. She had some grocery bags in her hand. Riza quickly put her book on the sofa and went to Matilda to help her with the groceries.

Matilda handed over the grocery bags to Riza and said, "I have brought some strawberries and kiwis as you wished. By the way, you don't like Kiwis much, now why all of a sudden did you demanded them?"

"I don't know. I just saw an image of Kiwi in a book, and I felt like I should eat one," Riza replied.

Riza went to the kitchen and left the groceries at a proper place, and returned back with a glass of water. She gave the glass to Matilda, who was now sitting on the sofa. When Matilda took the glass, she noticed beads of sweat on Riza's forehead. So, she asked with a concerned voice, "Are you feeling alright dear?"

"I am feeling a bit sick from few days, but its ok," Riza replied with a smile.

Matilda kept the glass aside and quickly stood up from the sofa with a worried look on her face. She shouted, "WHAT? YOU'RE SICK AND YOU ARE TELLING ME NOW?" She started checking Riza's temperature by placing her hand on Riza's neck and forehead.

"Ms. Becker you are worried for nothing," she persuaded and continued, "I am just fi-." But, before she could complete her sentence, she fainted and fell on the floor. Matilda got terrified upon watching that, she quickly bent down and placed Riza's head on her lap. Then she sprinkled the water in the glass on Riza's face. After 5 minutes, Riza gained consciousness and found her head resting on Matilda's lap. Matilda got happy upon seeing Riza conscious.

"Oh, baby…I am feeling very bad…I am definitely a terrible caretaker," Matilda sobbed.

"How many times have I told you? You have always been my mother and not a caretaker." Riza said while getting up.

Matilda then helped Riza sit on the sofa, and she sat beside Riza with a worried face. She then looked at Riza and said worriedly, "We are going to the doctor."

"I already met the doctor yesterday," Riza informed hesitantly.

"WHAT! You already been to the doctor, and I don't know about it?" Matilda looked confusingly toward Riza.

Riza narrowed her eyes. "Sorry, I should have informed you," She apologized with a low voice.

Matilda sighed and took a moment before speaking. She asked, "So, what did the doctor say?"

"He said that-" Riza paused and was not making any eye contact with Matilda. She was looking at the floor nervously. This made Matilda more anxious.

"HE SAID WHAT? Now you are making me wor-" Matilda shouted.

"He said that I am pregnant," Riza interrupted by finishing off her answer, and soon after that, she started blushing.

Matilda was speechless. She was looking at Riza with widened eyes and open mouth. It took a moment for her to calm down.

"It seems that you are happy. Are you going to tell him?" Matilda asked politely.

"Not now. I want to give him a surprise when he will return," She kept blushing, averting her eyes from Matilda.

"Do you think he will accept this child?" Matilda asked.

Riza stopped blushing and looked toward Matilda. She replied confidently, "We know each other from quite a long time Ms. Becker and I can tell when he lies. This time he was quite serious about marrying me. I know him. He will not ever lie to me."

"But you know he is military. What if something happens to him? You know the conditions in Ishval…lots of soldiers have lost their lives and few of them were even Roy's age," Matilda said with a worried face.

"Ms. Becker, can you please stop filling my mind with those thoughts?" Riza angered.

"All right. But, tell that idiot of yours. If after getting married, he treats you any bad, Ms. Becker will come and ruin his pretty face," Matilda joked, which made Riza laugh.

Time passed on, and Riza was now 2 months into her pregnancy. Matilda was taking care of her and her unborn child. But there was one thing which was making her restless most of the time. There was no letter or anything from Roy after he left. So Riza finally decided to contact Roy, and she called at the number on the contact card which Roy gave to her during her father's funeral.

A phone rang at the Central Headquarters, and a lady picked up the phone. "Hello, Central Headquarter. How may I help you?" The lady responded.

"Can I please talk to Major Roy Mustang, The flame alchemist?" Riza asked hesitantly.

"May I know your name?" The lady enquired.

"It's Riza Hawkeye," Riza replied.

"Hold on, I am calling Major Mustang's office and let him know," The lady informed.

Riza was very happy that finally, she was going to talk to Roy. But, all the happiness disappeared from her face when she heard the lady's voice after a minute.

"Sorry Miss Riza, but he can't talk to you now. He is busy with some urgent work," The lady said.

Riza got upset and hanged up the receiver. After that, she kept on calling Roy for 3-4 days and she always received the same answer. On the fifth day, when she called the headquarters again. Again the lady picked up the receiver and answered the call with her usual greeting, "Hello, Central Headquarters. How may I help you?"

"May I talk to Major Mustang? It's Riza Hawkeye," Riza asked anxiously.

In response, Riza received a very harsh reply. "Miss Riza, Major Mustang told me to inform you that he can't talk with you and asked you to stop calling him," the lady answered annoyingly.

Riza hanged up the receiver and sat on the sofa. Gradually, tears started sliding down her cheek, then she started hiccupping. She didn't cry out loud, but still, the suppressed voice of cries reached into Matilda's ears. As soon as Matilda heard the faint cry, she ran to see what happened and found Riza lying on the sofa with her head down and crying.

Matilda went near Riza and rubbed Riza's back gently. "What happened, dear?" She asked politely.

Riza quickly sat up and hugged Matilda tightly. "How can he do that? He promised me, he will come and take me with him," Riza sobbed.

Matilda understood what happened as she was watching her calling Roy every day and receiving no response from his side, which made her sad. She kept on rubbing Riza's back gently to sympathize with Riza.

"Don't worry child. I am here for you. Forget that bastard," Matilda assured.

Riza on the other side, kept on crying on Matilda's shoulder and kept on repeating the word, "Why? Why?" With every time she said that word, her voice was fading. Finally, she fell asleep on Matilda's shoulder uttering the same word again and again, in a faint voice.


Roy and Riza have a son, named Oliver whom they have hidden from the world. Oliver has grown knowing that Roy is his father, but he never got to know about his mother. When Riza decides to reveal that she is his mother, something terrible happens. Meanwhile, someone in Drachma is finally stepping into Amestris with his deadly army, now that he knows Father is dead.

Find out, whether Oliver will ever know, who is his mother. And will Riza ever get to listen, the word "Mother" or "Mom", from her son's mouth. And what has Father left behind, which can bring down his own legacy. And what is the role of Oliver in all these events. Is he the key to save Amestris or he is the doom?

Chloe reached her apartment and exhaled in relief. Her day in office was confusing, nerve-wracking, exciting, and filled with Noah.
She kept the folder on the coffee table and changed into comfortable yoga pants and a t-shirt when someone rang her doorbell.
"Matilda?"
"It's good to see you home. I checked ten minutes ago, and no one answered. Did you just arrive?"
Chloe confirmed. "A few minutes ago. What's up?"
"Do you want to join us for dinner?"
"I'm embarrassed to always mooch off from you for food."
Matilda smiled. "Bring a bottle of wine and we are even."
Chloe bobbed her head. "I can do that." She looked at herself. "Do I need to change?"
Matilda rolled her eyes. "Look at me, girl..."
Chloe noticed that Matilda is in sweatpants and a t-shirt, and that made Chloe's garments acceptable. "Give me a second…"
Chloe fetched a bottle of wine from the pantry and found Matilda in the living room. She was looking at the gray folder with the Blanc logo on it.
"Are you bringing work home?", Matilda asked. Chloe just started working, so it's expected that for the first week (or more) she gets familiarized with the office, coworkers, and work in general. For that purpose, newcomers usually get a variety of smaller tasks like helping seniors. It should be easy work, yet Chloe is not having time for lunch, and working until late, and now this thick folder… it was unusual.
Chloe chided herself for keeping that folder there. Now what? She didn't want to appear rude, but she couldn't let Matilda see the files inside. Noah said that it was a secret.
"Yeah, I'm swamped…", Chloe said and snatched the folder just as Matilda was reaching for it. Chloe went to keep the folder in her bedroom and returned to see Matilda looking at her curiously.
"I met Justin from your floor this afternoon and he told me that you were not at your workstation today. Something about special task…", Matilda paused and looked at Chloe expectantly, obviously waiting for Chloe to explain what is going on.
Chloe thought for a second. "Can you keep a secret?"
Matilda's eyes widened and she nodded.
"I've got a task with instructions that I should not talk about it, so please don't ask me about it."
Matilda frowned. "Your secret is that you can't talk about your secret?"
"For the duration of this task, I'm working from a different location and I have a different supervisor."
Matilda whistled. "Sounds important. From where are you working? Who is the supervisor? Or is that a secret as well?"
Chloe bit her lower lip. No matter how secretive the financial audit is, people will easily find out that Chloe is going to the top floor and only directors have offices there so… "Director Bennet."
"Are you working from him or for him?"
"From his office. For him.", Chloe clarified. How can she work from him? That didn't make sense and it sounded suggestive.
Matilda remembered that Chloe declined her invitation for lunch, and at five o'clock Chloe said that she will work late. If she worked with Noah, that means that Chloe spent the whole day with the man.
Matilda touched her chin like she is thinking deeply about something. "You are saying that director Bennet has a super special secretive task and out of all people in finances, he picked a brand new hire?"
"Noah explained that my inexperience is beneficial for this task.", Chloe said.
"I'm sure he did."
Chloe's face fell when she saw Matilda grinning at her.
"Matilda, please… don't jump to conclusions. There is nothing going on."
Matilda sat on the sofa and looked at Chloe knowingly. "Are you kidding me or yourself?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've met director Bennet when he came to your rescue, he set you up for a job at Blanc, approached you in the Chaos nightclub, walked you home, and now you are working from his office, for him, and there is NOTHING going on?"
Chloe sat on the sofa chair and faced Matilda. "What do you think is going on?"
"Do you even need to ask?", Matilda questioned grumpily. "But let me ask you one thing. Do you like him?"
"That is not important."
"I think it is. I am here for more than two years and I can tell you that people are watching him because of his position and we know a lot of things about his behavior. What he did for you, he didn't do for anyone else. People call him boss, director, sergeant, and you are the only one who calls him by his name."
"That is because when I've met him, he was Noah, a security guy at a party."
Matilda realized that Chloe is holding back because of Noah's position. "What changed? He is still the same man."
Chloe shook her head and smiled sadly. "It sounds easy when you say that."
"Why are you making it difficult?", Matilda probed. "I believe that you like him, and based on his behavior, he likes you as well."
"Let's assume that he likes me and that I like him. There is no way that it will end well for me."
Matilda didn't understand. "What do you mean?"
"What are the options? One is that we start a relationship and split up after some time. Where does that put me? Director's ex-lover? How will I go to work after that? The other option is that we end up together long term, and maybe even marry. I am back to the same question, where does that put me? A wife of a director? Should I quit my job and be a housewife or should I continue going to work and always wonder if my review is because of my merits or because my husband is director Bennet? People will talk behind my back and I really don't want to be known as a woman who warms the director's bed."
"You are shutting it down before anything happens.", Matilda voiced her observation.
"That is the only way. You know that I escaped a messy situation and I'm still not out of it. I don't want to make it worse.", Chloe said and leaned in the backrest. "Honestly, if he is just a security guard, things would be simpler, but like this… I don't see things working out. I am finally free to make my own decisions, and I don't want to mess it up. I will finish this project and go back to my cubicle and things will go back to normal. I don't know what that normal will be, but I know that it will not include people gossiping about me dating director Bennet."
Chloe looked at Matilda pleadingly. "I don't have many things, Tilda, but I have a clear conscience and I would like to keep that."
"I understand.", Matilda said and patted Chloe's knee. She didn't agree with Chloe about how that relationship must end badly, but she saw that Chloe was troubled by it and she didn't want to push it. "Sorry for poking into that matter. Let's go to my place, guys are hungry and waiting for us."
Chloe was glad that Matilda dropped the topic.
Chloe found it ironic that when she met Noah the first time, her family would reject him because a man of Noah's background is not good enough for the young Miss of the Long family. And now in a matter of days, the tables turned, and she is not good enough for him. In any case, the two of them are not meant to be.
Chloe suppressed her thoughts about Noah and focused on the woman who was dragging her out of the apartment with an intention to feed her.
"I assume that Tim, Chad, and Rosie there."
"Mhm…", Matilda confirmed. "Mark also."
Chloe noticed that Matilda mentioned Mark as she should know him. "Mark?"
"Mark works as a bouncer at the club. He said that he met you last night."
Chloe remembered the big guy from the entry door, the one who said that he will buy her a drink next time. It seemed that everyone is connected here. No wonder Chad said that Chloe is family.
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Sarah Hill is an introvert who does not want to attract attention. Other than mad coding skills, Sarah knows how to throw a punch. She believes that her biggest problem is the existence of the hacker Omega and her world flips upside-down when the most popular guy on campus approaches her. What does he want? Why her? (Ah, Sarah, that is only the beginning.) 

JoAnna Hill easily makes friends with her bubbly personality. Some call her a mad scientist, but she prefers ‘Dr. Hill’, because that is what she is. JoAnna is an excellent markswoman who can snipe out any target and she is wondering if her prince charming will ever come.

Sophia Hill is the voice of reason, their pillar of support. She is a confident CEO who knows how to get what she wants. Sophia’s degree in law combined with amazing capabilities to analyze the situation and plan ahead make her the perfect strategist (to achieve a goal without ending up in jail). 

This is a story of three Hill sisters who are navigating through challenges while they uncover the complicated story behind their maternal side of the family. And their father is not a simple man either.
Every sister is different, and so are their relationships. 

They all have in common: trust and belief that if they work together, anything is possible.

Mature content! 18+

***SPOILER? - START *** 
The story starts with a focus on the youngest sister (Sarah). 
After about 100 chapters, the oldest sister (Sophia) gets in the romantic spotlight. 
JoAnna finds herself pulled into romance last, at about 200 chapter mark. 
***SPOILER? - END ***

Excerpt from the novel...

"Do you believe in destiny?", Sarah broke the silence. 
"Destiny?" Aiden didn't expect such a question. 
"Yes. The thing that is meant to happen, and there is nothing you can do to prevent it. And when it does happen, everything feels right." 
"Why would you ask me such a thing?" 
"Until a few weeks ago I would say that there is no such thing as destiny. That we are all masters of our lives and that everything depends on our actions, or lack of it. But I can't help but wonder: why did I not push you away? ... Why does it feel like everything will be OK as long as we are together? ... You are a piece of me that I never knew was missing. Is this destiny?" 
"Mmm... if that is destiny, then I approve it.", Aiden lightly kissed Sarah's shoulder and rested his chin on it. 

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1st WARNING!!!
Contains descriptions of intimate scenes. If you are not comfortable with that, don’t read it!
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2nd WARNING!!!
This is my first novel! :)
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"Hey! Give that back!" I chase Tyler around the house, shouting at him to give me back my novel.
Tyler laughs and takes off, his black wings flapping while he waves the novel above him. I stop under him, shielding my eyes from the sun, "Hey! No flying!"
"Says who?" I huff as I sit down, still staring at him.
"Aw. What's wrong, little Ray-Ray. Can't reach me?" he laughs, still waving my book over my head.
"Don't call me that!" I whine. It's been two weeks and Tyler and I have been giving along pretty well, which resulted him giving me the nickname 'Ray-ray'(which by the record I hate).
No one had mentioned the whole 'killing' situation, and I prefer it that way. Dad (which is Paul) explained to me why I couldn't talk to any of my past family and even let me talk to Reyna one last time before I had to say goodbye.
Right now, life is good, which would be great if Tyler would just give me back my novel. "Guys, dinner!" comes Mum's voice.
��Well, I guess we will continue this tomorrow." Tyler descends back down and I take that opportunity to grab my novel. I pounce on him, but he already predicts that act. I grabs my out-stretched hand, twists my arms and pull my back to his cheat. "Got cha'." He laughs.
Elbow him in the stomach, then kick him on his private parts and then pin him down.
Huh. I look around and find Akatsuki with Dad standing in the corner of the house, watching us.
I quickly elbow him in the stomach which makes him drop my hand, kick him which makes him drop my novel and while he is distracted, jump on him, using his own weigh to pull him down, securing his wrists in my hands and my knees on his thighs. "Got cha'." Tyler looks at me in surprise.
"How did you… when you… What!" He strutters still confused. A slow claps begins behind us, as Akatsuki and Dad and walk towards us.
"See, Paul. I told you she will be the one." I get off Tyler and grab my novel before Tyler got up. "Sire." Tyler stands up behind me, but with his back straight, shoulders up and chin high.
"Tyler." Akatsuki looks at me, "Raylana." Dad clears his throat, then I suddenly remember, "Sire."
"How are you doing, Raylana."
"Good. How about you, sir?" From the corner of my eye, I see Dad nod his head in approval.
Pride swells in my chest for finally getting something right. Before he got response, Mum comes behind us, "Sorry to interrupt, Sire, but dinner is ready."
"Right, why don't we go inside?" We all walk inside, while I try to stay far away from Akatsuki.
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We all eat dinner quietly, the tension in the air palpable. "So," Mum breaks the silence. "What brings you here, Sire?"
"I wanted to see how Raylana is doing, you know fitting in."
"About that, Sire, when will Rayla be starting training?" I nearly choke on Dad's words, training already.
"I was thinking about starting her training next week." Answers Akatsuki his eyes on me.
"If you don't mind me asking, Sire, why next week? I mean, can't we wait until her school starts." I see Dad give Mum a warning stare, but Mum ignores it.
"Right, about that. I'm going to train Raylana personally, so you won't get to see her frequently for the next few years, but you will get visits until she's a hundred and sixteen."
Personally! Great, I'm going to be moving again and see will be the second family I won't get to see, again. Wait, did he say a hundred and sixteen.
"Wait a minute. Why a hundred and sixteen? Can I turn a hundred and sixteen?" I ask. Mum and Dad all look at me with disapproval. What? This is my life, so I can question them if I need to. Right?
"Because, when you will a hundred and sixteen, you will be given a choice."
"What sort of choice?"
"If you will want to stay with Paul and Matilda and become part of their family, or go back to your own family and spend the rest of your life there. Meanwhile, I'm going to train you personally like I said and make you the best assassin I can make you." Akatsuki continues on looking at me, waiting for a reaction.
I swallow, suddenly regretting my decision, "Ok."
Akatsuki nods, "Good. Paul and Matilda, I need to talk to you about arrangements."
"Of course." Dad gets up with Mum.
"Rayla, can you clean up the table?" Mum asks me, as she gets up. I nod my head, not trusting my words. Mum, Dad and Akatsuki leave the room.
Tyler looks at me and gets up, "Well, that was not awkward at all." With that, he leaves me alone.

"Who do you choose Rayla?" comes Akatsuki's voice, "The people who took you in, away from your resentful family or the people who accepted you and cared for you even after all the things you did. Choose wisely Raylana, because once you decide, that decision will be final." 

I look at two groups beside me. One of which I have lived with for the past twenty-five years and the others that have made me what I am now. I look at my father with his outstretched hand who has raised me with a care that I didn't know I needed and then I look at Jake with his out-stretched hand who could possibly be my mate and who took care of me and vouchered for me, even after all the things I had done.
I lift my hand up and extend it to the group of people I chose, "I choose..."

Life was always perfect for Christina Sullivan until her ninth birthday when she accidentally lights her house on fire. Now eleven years old, she is abandoned by her family and is forced to join a group of assassins and their Sire, Akatsuki Hassildor. Given a new identity and a new life, Christina now Raylana Sullivan has to pass the brutal training to become the best assassin Akatsuki has ever made. Will she make it and become the Shadow Mistress, or will she break under the pressure?
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Depictions of violence and child abuse.

Why was my gay baby standing on my doorstop with his love interest, crashing my tea party, when they could have been off smooching behind a bush somewhere?
MEN... I don't get them.
"Thank you for that Hans, you may let them in, I will be there in just a moment. Escort them to the guest room, and brew some tea, please"
The Sebastian that isn't named Sebastian but Hans, bowed and took his leave, going out the same way he came. I curtsied towards my guests, said I was sorry to leave them in such a manner and rushed out, a dignified rushing of course, to the guest room
What did prince Horus want? I hadn't found a proper beard yet, I had my own marriage problems to think about, and this most definitely didn't happen in the original novel.
What to do what to do.
However, this was a good time to try out my etiquette lessons. Duchess Burtwell had drilled royal manners into me ever since she heard about my run-in with the prince that I accidentally let slip.
"I am sorry to make You wait, Prince, sunshine of the Empire," I courtesy while nodding my head at Prince Horus sitting high and mighty,
"And You, Sir Balliol" I courtesy again.
"How may I have the honor of serving my prince today?" I continue, moving over to the opposite couch to my guests.
I almost can't stand being more polite today after already having done it hours on end at the tea party, albeit it was rather fun.
Prince Horus waits a bit for me to take my place, as I place the folds of my dress appropriately, and then look up.
"Thank you for taking your time to see us, Lady Amy. It is solely Sir Windsor that has business with you, as I just wanted to get a pleasant outing in the nice weather we have today. I will leave it to him to explain"
Eeeeh, who is this overly polite person? Where did my tsundere go?
Aaaaaaah, I see, his eyes looking at Sir Windsor gives me all the explanation I need. Seems like I can build my ship properly after all. Windrus for the win!
"Yes, I am sorry to disturb your ladyship's tea party. Lady Matilda is a good friend of mine, and when she told me she was going to your tea party I got reminded of a certain necklace I found after Prince Horus and you left the royal garden, and as such, I thought it might be yours, and wanted to return it. I asked Lady Matilda if she could ask for me, but as You might know, she is a bit headstrong, and told me to do it myself"
He took out an all too well-known necklace. Plotdevice!
This DEFINITELY was not in the original novel. Which means I can't take it. I risked my life to at least have that one part of the novel run as smoothly as possible, and I'm not about to let my efforts go to waste.
"Oh, my gracious what a lovely necklace. However, I am sad to say it is not mine. I am sorry to see your kind efforts go to waste and sincerely hope you find the right owner!"
Oh goodness, my acting skills really have improved. I hope, with this, it will get just a bit on track.
Looking up at Sir Windsor, I feel like I catch a death-glare from the Prince out of the corner of my eye, but it might just be my imagination.
Sir Windsor and Prince Horus take a bow, apologize for disturbing, and get on their way back. When I get back to the tea party all of the ladies have already left and the maids are cleaning up. Damn, I was planning on snacking a bit more.
As I walk back to my room after a tiring day, an ever-approaching thought and discomfort creeps closer as I think about today's events. The fact that I don't remember how Plotdevice was used in the original novel, despite naming and designing the damn thing myself, is concerning.
It SHOULD be on the right path since it is in Sir Windsor's hands. So far, so good.
Other than that is the beard-search. All of the ladies today seemed fine, but there is also the concern of my own marriage. If I remember correctly there is about 20 years difference with my parent's age, and this IS nobility we are talking about, so it is quite normal with large age-gaps.
I don't wannaaaaaaaaa. What if I end up with someone bald and sleazy in his sixties? Clearly my parent's doesn't care about how well I'll get along with a future partner, but only that I marry someone of high standing.
Also, I'm too young for marriage... Or I would be... In my own world...
Even though the beard-search might have to be held in another way, I did get along and have fun with the ladies. Quite well-chosen if I do say so myself.
Hmm, okay, one thing at the time Amy. What can I control.
I have the knowledge of the novel. Not much help at all since this is the side characters empire.
I also have the knowledge from my ordinary life. I did read A LOT. Other than that...
Huh? Wait a bit, aren't I forgetting something even more important?
The main Empire from the story is going to wage war here... Some time after Prince Horus is discovered and imprisoned in the original timeline.
They win easily because the Prince Chaker is a horrible emperor, but it's still letting the main character show his worth, and be allowed to marry the main heroine even though she is a commoner... Which means, NO WAR, NO SHIP?

In the novel Amy is reading, her favorite BL-Fanfic-writer-turned-author kills the only gay representative?
How dare the author do that, forgetting all about the BL fanfic roots from which they came?
But all of a sudden, in best isekai-style Amy is INSIDE the novel and decides to save the prince and his gay ass!
But how will Amy manage when she suck at proper etiquette, doesn't have any BL books, and can't have pant-less days eating chips?

Just to be clear, a "beard" is slang for a woman either dating or marrying a gay man to make him seem not-gay

//Cover art by @Meoyooo_ on twitter

"Matilda, my dear child, can you keep a close watch over this silly boy while I go and find meat and vegetables to prepare this gruel? Don't make him loosen up since I am not here, you hear? Come... Use this ladle and knock on that silly boy's head. Since he wanted to be an archer he should start to form the basics... "

The old weird lady was shouting to someone in the distance and then a fairly young girl emerges from the sides of the house and she took the ladle from the old woman's hand and waved it menacingly towards me. 

Heather?!? 
Matilda?!? 

The person before me that was waving the ladle looked similarly like Heather.

I was supposed to be on a third person's perspective but now I am enacting this part of the realm or the subconscious part of my mind as a first person's perspective instead.

Was there a glitch somehow that made me of who I was before. Instead of showing me an image or playback of the past, I had somehow entered in as part of the main character instead.

I looked at Matilda/Heather and I noticed her temperament was quite similar. With one hand on her waist and the other waving the ladle menacingly at me, I nearly laughed as I looked at her.

"What's so funny, silly boy... Do you still think kicking me in my meow meow earlier is funny, is it? You were riding on those sly foxes after collecting their tails like as if you were a small boy who was taking a joy ride is it, huh, huh, huh?"

Yeah... Those two words... Silly boy... does seem to ring a clear bell. Does this mean Heather was also Matilda back in those days 300 years into the last as well?

I can't imagine how I was blamed to kick her meow meow? Was it a cat that I had kicked accidentally? And what is it all about me riding a sly fox? It's a much smaller animal than a wolf and I'm sure it can't even stand my weight.

"What's a meow meow? Is your cat hurt in any way?" I asked and before I  knew it the ladle that Matilda/Heather was holding suddenly sailed through the air and I could see it approaching towards me and it landed squarely on my forehead with a dull clunk...!

"You asked me as if you acted like you enjoy kicking me in my pussy, you silly, silly boy...! I'm going to collect the ladle and don't you dare move your muscle...!"

I saw Matilda/Heather stamped her feet and walked towards me and quickly picked up the ladle that she had perfectly threw at my head and rushed back immediately near the cauldron where the gruel was being prepared.

Kicked her pussy...? Oh my fucking God...! What actually made me do such a thing... Hahaha. I tried to control my laughter but I can't control it much longer until I simply dropped my bow and was laughing out loud while clutching at my sides.

A set of flurry images passed by and it showed the current me, still wearing a set of archer's garb talking to some children that were holding to some working tools. I was already back to my third person's perspective and I was glad I was not reenacting any of the scenes anymore.

Sitting back and watching the young boy before me would be much better. Besides j could portray the scenes much better this way. Hahaha.

I noticed the young boy that was supposed to be me was talking to some boys who were holding some working tools over their shoulders. The young boy was about 16 or so and was surrounded by some smaller children.

The weird part was that the children were unseen by others and oblivious when the young boy was talking to them. When the children walked away, I then noticed what the others could not see what the young boy was doing — it's because he had a third eye and he was talking to some dwarves...!!!

No wonder the others with him could not see what he was actually doing as he was talking away but the others saw him as sitting down near the side of the path instead.

No wonder the old bald-headed guy mentioned seeing what others cannot see and people would think him as a crazy person of he relates this matter to anyone else. Hmm... That part might be true after all.

Dwarves... That young boy managed to talk to Dwarves that dwell underground and hoards up precious minerals and gold? In that, the case, anyone who has the third eye would be able to community with any of these mythical beings after all...!

How wonderful would that be, no? I guess the perfect person would be... Well... It is me again and that means I would be leaving the twins and domain for a longer period of time if I were to communicate with them in the future. 

A good thing may turn out to be a disadvantage and a disadvantage may be a good thing for others.

I looked at the group that was assembled and saw the young boy (me), Matilda/Heather, another younger boy and a young man and woman. 

There were 5 of them in a group and currently they seemed to be quite acquainted with one another. 

Maybe they had just known each other only recently and was sitting around and was minding each others business, as usual, I guessed.

Another set of flurry images flew past and then I was once again inside the realm of plane where I watched a new area that had been set up unlike before. 

There was the usual smelting place, the distiller area and now there's this new area where some kind of black types of machinery was set up with lots of buttons and dials with a large sliding door in front of it.

There was a dial beside it and I saw it had three digits which could be rotated freely. The was a kind of lever at the side of the machine as well too. 

Besides that, I saw another tumbler type of dial, which denotes as weapon, armour, accessories and minerals as its main category. The second one was duplicate, produce, fuse and enhance. I tried my hands on the dials and tumblers but I wasn't able to budge them at all.

What I did next was to observe the young boy as he placed several rubies inside the compartment of the sliding door. There were 5 small circular plates and one huge circular plate in the centre.

After he had placed some rubies around the 5 smaller plates, he closed the sliding door and turns the dial to enhance and set the other dial to minerals before he pulled the lever at the side of the machine back towards him.

I was walking around the machine and discovered that it was of equal dimension and functions to the rest of the 9 other machines. I returned back to where the young boy was standing when I heard a sound that sounded like a bell.

*Ding* Congratulations. Fusion complete. Fair quality rubies attained. Progress 3/100.

"Fuuh... At last. These poor rubies could begin their new life as fair rubies and then fused once more to make good rubies until they become perfect quality ones. I guess I better go and do up the rest of the gems before I start to enhance them into their weapons and armours."

Wait a minute... Didn't his young boy mention about enhancements to weapons and armours? Fusing of poor quality gems to make fair ones then to good ones and lastly to perfect ones?

Did Old Jack ever mention to me before when he gave some pouches of these gemstones that he had retrieved from all the weapons and armours collected at Darlington twice by Eagle? 

The useless scrap was smelted down like what the two duos were doing before? Then this young boy was trying to attempt fusing the gems together and then enhance the weapons and armours? 

Eehh...?! Is there a coincidence to all these?

We have Priest Michael who would be able to conjure up these gems for us and we could enhance them into the weapons of our militiamen like into bows and into the pommel or hilt of swords?

Then I saw the next weird thing. The young boy placed a studded vest armour into the big circular plates and then he placed 3 of the fair quality rubies into the machine and closed the sliding door.

He slid the dial to enhance and chose armour and he cranked the lever once again. He waited for several moments while I was tapping on my feet as I yet heard a small sound of a bell that signifies the completion of the task.

*Ding* Congratulations. Enhancement complete. Level one Studded leather armour vest. Fire Resistance +2. Life +2.

I had no one to ask the questions in my head and when I heard the studded leather armour had a Fire Resistance of +2, does that mean if someone was hit by a fireball of a power rating of +2, the wearer would not be injured? 

If the fireball was +3, then the wearer might have some damage like singed hair and also moustache, I think? How about if the wearer was hit by a flaming arrow, would the studded leather armour prevent any penetration of the flaming arrow?

Having a Life +2, that means the wearer's health point (Ceres mentioned about guidance system in basic personal statistics before) would be increased by 2.

However, the only drawback that someone who would be able to identify such statistics would be a transmigrator or a person with a third eye perhaps?

Wuwuwu... I wish I had someone here to be able to provide me with answers to my many questions right now...!

I looked at the gleed face of the young boy as he placed a newly fused fair ruby inside the machine as he flipped the dial to duplicate and then choose minerals and closes the door as he cranks the lever afterwards. 

*BLARE* Duplication failed. The host tried to duplicate a gem without even trying hard. The host had been warned. Another attempt such as this would reset your statistics to zero and would need to start all over again. The host had been warned. *BLARE BLARE BLARE*

I had to cover my two ears after the machine let out three blares from the top of the machine and directed the sound right above the head of the young boy. 

I, who was standing close by was expecting a successful attempt but didn't realise that the machine was smart enough to realise that the host (me) was cheating at that time. 

Maybe it was experimental but the blaring notification that rang out was loud and crystal clear...!

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End of September 2030,
Ace's POV
I was excited, taking faster strides in my walk, my steps confident and happy if I may say so, all because in a few hour's time I will be meeting the love of my life. I made sure to talk to Enlil keeping Astrid clear for the weekend. This time I want to spend time with her in my apartment, my man cave. It was a place Damien and I bought together, a penthouse decorated with our choice of décor, and toys. 
Toys in my definition were Playstation and snooker table, but Damien he tops the game to a whole new level. He replicated a room similar to the Fifty Shades of Grey series, a complete room for all kinky stuff. From what he heard, Jaxon was a miniature version of Damien, his level of kink just several notches lesser than Damien. When Jaxon requested to borrow Damien's room, he denied him outright. Yes, Damien is a dominator T Rex when it comes to sex. The epitome of all things dominating packed in the body of a devil. 
The penthouse we shared was between us only. A place where we cried together, talked, bonded over the years, making a pact not to allow just anyone into it. Despite having a BDSM room, Damien and I did not use it. Our pact was to bring the one we want to spend our life with into our sanctuary.
I instructed my butler to prepare the exact clothes I wanted Astrid to wear. When I called Damien he was wary of my whims, his tone of voice hinting boredom and extreme annoyance. Did something happen between Astrid and him? I knew he flirted with Astrid all the time. She complained to me on daily basis about the Viking Jerk in the form of Damien. Trust her to give him names. Sometimes it is Cinderella in hot pants, sometimes it is Goldilocks. I smirked at the memory. 
I sealed a deal, to sell blood juice into Japan and China for a test run. Immediately after that, I was already on a plane bound to Anubia. I sipped on my champagne, savoring the crispy taste of it, smirking at the plans I laid out for Astrid and me. I avoided telling my parents, they would chain me with events and business lunches to no end, leaving me high and dry.
Gordon was snoring next to my seat, a magazine sprawled on his lap. I looked out the window, before texting Girra about some moves involved in conjuring blades and circles of fires. She did not follow me back to Anubia, citing she wanted a break from teaching and guiding me all those weeks she stayed back. I offered her my company car and interpreter for her, which she graciously accepted.
Despite my best efforts to know Girra better, she seals herself high with a wall of brick and stone, not leaking emotions that easily. We did train on daily basis, she educated me the uses of fire in a way I never thought it would be possible, yet she made it possible. Churning shapes, weapons and even conjuring a large dragon out of it complete with wings and claws. My ultimate test was to conjure an animal of protector for myself.
 Over time and practise I knew I am close to achieving it. With a happy note, I closed my eyelids, knowing full well, I needed all the energy later tonight. 
......
Damien: Hey, Astrid?
Astrid: Who else could it be? Why did you summon me?
Damien: There are some clothes I was supposed to pass to you. Can we meet up?
Astrid: Why? What are you up to?
Damien: Nothing cupcake. I told you it's a surprise.
Astrid: Damien…
Damien: Yeah.
Astrid: We have not spoken about…..you know.
Damien: ( was silent )
Astrid: Ace, he knows right? 
Damien: It's nothing important. Listen, I am busy. Meet you in 15 minutes time.
Damien hung up on the phone before she could protest. He heart clenched when she brought it up. He knew what they did was just some innocent bantering but him getting a hard-on from a girl who had her heart set on Ace was not right. What his dick did and what his heartfelt was not right. It shouldn't have been like that in the first place.
He maintained cordial relationships with girls, and he hardly batted his eyelash any girls Ace dated or fucked, so why was he so fucking confused when it came to this girl. Was it her powers that made her mysterious, an enigma waiting to be explored? Or her expressive eyes, those pale brown eyes holding her emotions well enough for him to feel protective over her? It sure as heck was not brotherly, brothers don't get their dick hard at their sisters. 
He ran his hand over his head a few times, texting his driver to execute Ace's orders. Scrubbing his beard several times he decided to call Ace. When his fingers swiped through Ace's name, he cancelled his call. What will he say to Ace? That I may have feelings for her? Or I may not? Heck, I don't know? Fuck, he smashed his phone on the floor in frustration, his secretary throwing him a look. He was sure his secretary kept backup phones in case his temper got out of hand.
Damien straightened himself and decided to talk to his mother about his growing anxiety. He needed to sort some things straight. Before it spirals out of control. 
...........
Astrid took a shower leisurely, lathering her body with her own Jungle Jones product, humming a tune under her breath. She did know why but she felt happy. As if a blanket of warm fuzzy feeling enveloped her out of the blue. She could only smile, wiping her body down her mind at complete ease. Of late, she practises in conjuring weapons out of the air has worked in her favour. Enlil's training has been gruelling, and she knew it. Not that she wanted to complain about it either, she had accepted her powers, and her responsibility to channel it in the best way possible. 
Pop had been working hard in collecting the necessary herbs and plants for her business. Matilda and Igor managed to rent a small shop near Chinatown at a bargain price, thanks to Igor's years of experience in law. She drew up plans with them to renovate it, using Enlil's help. Astrid wanted to cut the costs of refurbishing, to allow Matilda to have extra cash which she can utilise in promoting the Jungle Jones product. Surprisingly, Igor had been a strong advocate of promoting the products. Maybe people were intimidated by him to buy it, but Matilda did not complain. Hell, even his gym mates bought it much to her amusement.
And speaking of Matilda, she finally left the escort business completely. However, she did not move in with Igor yet, wanting to give themselves some time to think over it because according to Matilda, she could never leave him if she stayed close to him. She loved him and to have her heart broken was not something she could take. Matilda's dependency on drugs had stopped completely the day she bode farewell to her old life. She was not heavily addicted to it; hence she could pull herself out of it easily.
Astrid was upset and hurt when Matilda did not tell her at first it first. Fear of being judged was something Matilda did not want to endure, even if it meant coming from Astrid. When she decided to come clean, she poured her heart and soul to Astrid and Igor at Igor's house. Tears of sadness, relief and finally happiness concluded with a positive note when all 2 of them agreed to be the support pillar to Matilda Meyer, never to let her go no matter how bad it got. Astrid could not help but think, Matilda had her and Igor. What about those girls out there, who had no one to turn to? What about them? Where do they go?
 A knock on the room door broke her stupor. She swung her door open to reveal Enlil holding a box with her name on it.
What?', she asked.
`It's for you', he shrugged and left.
Astrid opened the white box with a red ribbon on it. She opened the lid to reveal a black dress, with a set of lingerie, in bright red for her. Fuck, did Damien pass this to her and ran off?
The dress was the exact Versace cut out knit dress Ace bought for her. It had cut-out shoulder details and short sleeves. This dress featured lateral side slits and engraved buttons. The highlight was a Crisscross back strap, with deep cut ending down at the small of her back. 
When she opened the folds of the dress a note slipped out. She picked it up. It read `Wear this tonight for a dinner date',
The handwriting was not Ace's neither Damien's. Who could it be? She decided to ring Damien. The dial tone rang until the end, but he did not answer. So she left a message for him to call her back.


2 brothers. Rich and affluent vampires. Both fell for the same girl, except she is a child of mother earth with powers and strength which makes her a force to be reckoned with.

Ace and Hadwin Wagner met Astrid when she saved Hadwin's from an accident. Set in a fictional city of Anubia, with lush forests and city intertwined to form a prosperous country.

A modern city where both humans and vampires live in relative harmony until a mutation threatens to ripple the balance. Will both brother still fight for the very person who could be their death or turn it into their saviour? Whom will Astrid choose? 

A snippet of the novel as below:

Astrid drank the warm lemon honey water and stared at his chest again. She could not help herself but ask, `The words on your chest. What does it mean?’

`Show me?’ Ace smirked.

Astrid knew what he was doing, and she played along. Her fingers trailed to the Japanese words and stopped there.

`Zephyr belongs to me.’ He muttered.

`And this?’, Astrid spoke softly, her fingers moving to the opposite direction. 

`Divine, precious lady. Time for action now’. He grabbed her fingers and started kissing each, starting from the base to their tips, maintaining his eye contact with her. It was so sensual and stimulating, his soft lips kissing as if her fingers were her lips. Astrid felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Her left hand unconsciously, touch his face and he leaned on her hands, she mustered enough courage to prevent her mind from going into an overdrive of sentiments, and uttered `I need to pee’.

Ace chuckled and smooched her cheek.

The image belong to Avatar the Last Airbender.

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[21 Oct; late in the evening]

Sam lay in bed; wide awake but desperate to sleep.

The window was open halfway; allowing the slight night breeze in. Actually the winds were pretty strong; but due to the many buildings haphazardly erected in the "planned" townships making up the metropolis, the paths for winds and roads were convoluted - and thus the winds were not that strong.

It was only 11pm.

Snowie was who knows where; bounding and hopping about exploring the city (and looking for weaker animals to bully like rats, cats and dogs).

The others were "busy" downstairs, spilling beer and alcohol in the name of quaffing.

Quaffing was an art; drink too little and others would call you out as a poseur; spill too little and you'd not be able to keep up with those who drank by the barrel! And the art of spilling ~70-80% per quaff was something often debated in the upper courts of the beer halls; how to angle the cup the best? How to swish and swirl the liquid in the mug? How to purse your lips to prevent too much going in while still looking like your mouth was wide open?

There were countless paths and approaches to quaffing; some more popular than others. But there were some that were established and popular - simply because they worked.

Among these, the most well-respected and established were two - the first; voluminous beards thick enough to even conceal whether the quaffer even had a mouth or not; or was some sort of alien life-form that drank with it's facial hair.

The second; big swords. Really big swords. And big muscles. And lots of guards. Enough that no-one would call you out as a sissy or p*ssy even if they noticed you blatantly pouring it on the floor...

(Enough about quaffing...) God knows why Sam's mind was spinning round and round on the topic of quaffing. If only she had that level of intellectual thought for other areas, such as mathematics, combat or cooking!

(Mmm... Cooking...) Her mouth watered, dripping onto the bed; then she shook her head violently! (No no no no! Sam! Sleepy weepy time!!!) She held her head in her hands; agonising over the past 4 hours she had spent in bed - even to the point of; by the gods; skipping dinner!

She had registered as an adventurer on the spot; paying the 30 silvers cost from Khadir's pocket. As friendly and big hearted the man seemed; prying money from him was as hard as prying it from a dead-man's hand - Sam had to drag the bag of coins out of his hands.

The cost might seem high; but that was a deterrent - to ensure that only the capable would dare to take on the job.

She received a flimsy wooden badge - indicating her rank as the lowest of the low, in respect of her level 1 (recorded) stats.

"How many ranks to Mythical...?" She'd asked the registration lady; a demure professional of the customer service industry who memorised countless Frequently Asked Questions and was a living, walking FAQ devoid of emotions.

The glasses-wearing, dignified middle-aged looking registration lady laughed in Sam's face; spraying specks of spittle which Sam tolerated and wiped away.

"Did you hear what the level 1 girl asked? How far is she from Mythical??!" She shouted over to the 4 other counters; drawing amused looks at first, then uproarious guffaws from the workers - and the loitering adventurers.

Face burning with shame; Sam reined in her anger. If shame was the cost of getting that bag of infinite food, then she was willing to go through it! Whether wind or fire or rain or dragons; nothing would stand in her way!

Not so soon after; the laughter and giggles settled down; and Sam was still standing there; sincerity in her gaze. Realising that Sam wouldn't go away without an answer, the registration lady, Amanda, wiped away the sweat from her flushed face - she had laughed a little too hard and ended up sweating.

Clearing her throat and resuming her perfect professional face, she recited the ranks to Sam:
-Wood 3,000 AP to rank up to Bronze
-Bronze 10,000 AP to rank up to Iron
-Iron 25,000 AP to rank up
-Steel 50,000 AP
-Orihalcum 100,000 AP
-Mythril 175,000 AP
-and Adamantine 300,000 AP to rank up to Mythical

"Above that are Semi-divine and the Divine ranks. Come back once you're Mythril and I'll tell you."

Sam nodded and turned away.

Surprised at how calm the young level 1 wood-rank adventurer had taken it, Amanda felt a little bad; and sought to warn her from setting her ambitions too high.

"Young lady! Wait!" Amanda called out to her, ignoring the next adventurer queued in front of her. Sam turned to look over her shoulder at the lady; surprised.

"Don't push yourself too hard, take your time! That's what we, every adventurer knows. Life is the most important; and missions will come again - let someone higher rank take the most difficult missions! Okay...? Just..." This time the glasses-wearing lady looked worried for her. "...Just come back safely each time from the missions, alright...?"

Sam nodded; then turned to leave before she remembered to ask one more question.

"Old lady!" Amanda, who had just taken the registration form from the next aspiring adventurer, frowned; face turning sour the instant she heard those 2 words.

"Old lady? How many Myth-rank or above adventurers are there in Lyon...?"

Amanda smiled; the irritation erased as she said the next words. "Well, out of the 20,000 or so adventurers, let's see...." She held up her fingers to count. "Less than 30 people...?"

Satisfied that this number should smack the face of the disrespectful girl who couldn't recognise a 25 year old beauty; Amanda pretended to examine her fingernails; waiting for Sam to be shocked and discouraged.

But she was disappointed; Sam just said, "Oh..." And walked away.

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Sam only had a few silvers and some bronze coins left with her. So when Matilda offered to pay for the room they were sharing; she grudgingly agreed - not that she was going to pay herself anyway...

And after another 30 minutes of lying wide awake in bed, excited for the next day to start the journey to Rome and begin her adventuring days; she heard the door open. The tall and burly room-mate opened the door carefully; not wanting to startle the young girl lying in bed.

Matilda moved with a light step; showing good footwork and control. In truth, she was not bulky; she had a slightly muscled body with good proportions. It was just that she was taller than Albert; around 2.2m tall - which made her tower over most men; and appear even bigger than she was.

Matilda tip-toed over to her own bed; throwing a glance at Sam - "Oh! You're still awake. Can't sleep...?"

Sam nodded; wide-eyed and innocent.

Matilda grunted, acknowledging that she heard the girl; then started to undress from her coarse brown tunic; she wore surprisingly feminine silk inner-wear beneath.

Then the slightly older woman lay down on the bed. It was plenty big - big enough for people 3m tall.

They lay there quietly for awhile. Then Matilda tilted her head to her right; looking at Sam who was also looking at her. She asked a question.

"Why do you have to go to Rome to be an adventurer, Sam...?"

"Well... I don't know...?"

Bemused but not surprised at the girl's answer; Matilda sat up slightly to make the conversation more comfortable.

"Why not stay here in Lyon with us...?"

Sam tilted her head, looking away slightly - a sign of her thinking.

"It's not like you need to do anything in Rome, right...? And there are plenty of runes, equipment and treasures available to exchange for; and also plenty of missions to take here?"

Matilda leaned sideways, turning her entire body to face the young girl whose bed was a little more than an arm's length away; leaning on her hands to balance herself.

"Stay here with us, Sam. Khadir's a good leader; he might be rough sometimes; and he's got a really nasty accent..." Matilda reached a hand over to place it on Sam's bedside; she was tall enough to reach over the gap.

"And he treats all of us like family. You've seen it right? I heard how you met Adormain. Even after a few years apart; he still treats Khadir like a big brother - because Khadir was the one who urged him to go after that girl..." The mighty woman gave a gentle smile; nostalgic and slightly sad. "Else I would have nabbed that handsome skinny man myself! Heheheh!" She laughed, trying to break her own sad mood.

Sam smiled; not really looking at Matilda. But the warrior was used to the girl's way of communicating; not taking it personally.

"Sam. You don't even know that Albert that well, right...? I'm afraid..." She frowned; unsure if she should speak the words. "...He might just be using you to corroborate his travel record from Pari."

Sam thought about it for awhile; laying back and trying to stare at the stars through the multiple floors of wooden ceiling (all she could see was wood).

Meow~~~!

Her eyes perked up; snapping out of the thoughts as Snowie came back.

"Hi dear! What do you have in your-- Oh, it's an underwear."

"WHOSE CAT IS THAT??! I'LL SKIN IT ALIVE I TELL YOU!!! DON'T LET ME FIND OUT WHO OWNS THAT BLOOD BASTARDLY DEMONIC CAT!!!" A noble looking man was hollering; face completely red with rage and embarrassment. He wore opulent, extravagant purple garb, a slightly lopsided circlet and had a ripped apart pants; his [omitted] now covered by cloths held by his attendants.

Snowie licked her paws in satisfaction at her revenge against the cat-bullying prince; while Sam petted her on the head, saying, "Good girl Snowie~! Another one for your collection, huh?"

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The next morning; the duo of Sam and Albert were at the train station.

She gave a parting hug to the 5 adventurers/ mercenaries; and now stood before Matilda.

"Sorry big sis! I need to go to Rome..." Sam looked a little sad; but smiled anyway. "I've gotta go see a boy I like in Turin first; and..." She gripped her fists and pumped them in a "guts" pose; "I'm going to learn from the best martial arts fighters there and be the strongest!"

(And I'm sure the food there is even tastier...) She kept her mouth closed so her saliva wouldn't dribble out - oh, it overflowed and dribble out anyway.

Matilda smiled. "Just... Take care of yourself okay...? And remember, even though we've not known one another for long..." She hugged Sam tightly, in a bear hug.

"You'll always have a family here in Lyon... Urgh!" Taking the larger, stronger woman's bear hug to be approval to return a bear hug, the ogre-like girl...

You get the idea.

And so, the group of 8 parted ways; with one injured lady lying on the floor.

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Systems? Transmigrators? Gods?
No problem! All will crumble under my fists!
Smashing dragons, devils and heros into meat patties!
Still, she has a dream - "When will I have a boyfriend...?"

"If the wretched heavens are against me..."
"...Then I shall BREAK the heavens!"

Sam is an orphan with a dream: a simple life and happy family. Nearly talent-less (and ahem, a little slow witted...), she has only her two (overpowered) fists to rely on in a world that seems determined to make her forever-alone.

Follow her story as she falls in love and learns what it means to experience loss;
Shares thick and thin with the most unexpected companions;
Faces betrayal by the ones she thought were the closest;
And learns to open her heart again to trust.

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NEVER DROPPED UNTIL COMPLETED.
...but major slow down as I am focusing on Desolate Mage.

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