Chapter 67: Episode 64

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A/N: Probably the last one of this month, but who knows?

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Gilgamesh– The Golden Queen, the Queen of Heroes,

The One to pave the path for generations of Heroes to come.

She had been known by many Titles and Names throughout the years.

Named and renamed again and again,

Some called her a Tyrant,

Others believed her to be a benevolent Ruler,

They all thought they understood,

But only she was aware of the truth,

She was a Human, yet she was also a God.

One of, if not the most powerful Demigod to ever tread the Earth and grace this World with her presence.

She had lived her life gloriously, never once thinking of the consequences,

Never realizing how absolutely and utterly lonely she was,

To belong to both Worlds, yet inhabiting neither.

The Golden Queen understood Humans, she could comprehend the thoughts-processes of the Gods,

And she found none was quite the same as her, even those who were born under similar circumstances, products between the Unions of Mortals and the Divines.

She was fine with that, for a while.

Then, then she met him,

Enkidu– A Monster made from the Muds of the Earth, molded by the guiding hands of the Gods to be her opposite.

Whereas Gilgamesh was prideful, Enkidu was humble.

Whereas she was cruel, Enkidu was kind.

Whereas the Golden Queen loathed and rebelled against the Gods, Enkidu served them with Reverence.

Such an unlikely pair, yet they befriended each other all the same!

It’s almost as though they were fated for each other.

Life simply wasn’t the same after his Death.

Which was why the Queen couldn’t help finding it incredibly odd she had grown attached to the young Magus so much.

Be it at a glance, or after a thorough assessment, Leonis Magnum had little to nothing to do with Enkidu.

Their personalities were fire and water, one tranquil, the other an impulsive wreck.

Even their appearances could not be more different from one another.

She was not one to lie, the Godly/Queenly parts inside wanted to bombard the Magus with the Gate of Babylon.

Yet, her Human-Side instead found itself enjoying the brash, crude and frankly ill-mannered Magus’ presence more and more with each and every interaction they had,

Despite knowing full-well she should be spitting fires at the disrespects he had flung her way time and time again.

And then, much like her lost friend, he too disappeared, only this time it’s not due to the antics of meddling Gods.

No, it’s all thanks to the lowly Servant she had taken under her wings.

Even worse, the Golden Queen should have expected that from him.

Kirei, by legal definition, was completely and utterly insane.

The fact that she hadn’t expected him to disregard her threats and off Leonis was a huge oversight on her part. The priestly mongrel even had the damned audacity to argue technicality with her, imagine that!

Gilgamesh nearly killed him right then and there, blasting him to bits and pieces would have done absolute wonders to her rising temper. But, he made fair points, Gil was not Leonis’ caretaker, perhaps this… Trip would be beneficial to his growth, and if the little Magus failed to return or was killed in the process, that just proved he was never deserving of her affection in the first place.

She told his… Friends much the same, that if he couldn’t find a way back, then it’s his fate.

Still, a promise was a promise…

Should Leonis Magnum– Should her Little Lion die, Gilgamesh swore she would tear Kirei apart for breaking her newest toy, then she would move on to find another to entertain herself with.

Or at least, that’s what she told herself.

But, as the days became weeks, weeks became months, and months extended to years, even the Golden Queen could not keep the traces of worry from her usually smug features.

‘Has he truly perished?’ The sadness wasn’t nearly as noticeable, nor was it the same heart-rending feeling that haunted her days and nights after Enkidu’s untimely demise. Instead, it’s a forlorn emptiness that made her stomach tighten. Thus, in order to distract herself, Gil left to travel the World, hoping to find someone, anyone who might prove to be a better diversion than the Priest.

What she found was… Disappointing to say the least.

Much like Asia,

Most of Europe believed and prayed to a God still.

They all tried desperately to find meanings in a Higher Existence, it’s pathetic.

Those who cared not for the Divines were oftentimes lacking in personal strength and influence to do anything worthwhile.

Hence, she decided to go to London, the heart of the Supernatural World where the Mages’ Association was situated, where the famed and prestigious Clock Tower was located.

There she found a few of interesting mongrels,

One of which was the Kaleidoscope,

Someone she could personally appreciate, even if he’s now one of the disgusting leeches modelled after the Invader who dared set foot in her Garden.

She did not make friends with these mongrels, for none was worthy to be the Queen’s friends other than Enkidu,

But she did stop to give some kids advices like she did Leonis, spending weeks conversing with these… Heirs and Heiresses.

Most simply wanted to rise up the Ranks, others wished to witness the Truth, to see and claim the Root of All Existences,

Those were worthy-goals,

She should be thrilled to know such Humans existed, those who defied the Natural Order and sought to elevate themselves,

And yet it's oh-so generic…

Every Court Mages that had ever served under her had wished for the same things,

Money,

Prestige,

Power.

Perhaps she was being too critical of them?

Maybe that’s the problem, she was expecting too much?

Gilgamesh didn’t know if that’s true, she didn’t bother to find out either, all she knew was:

That loneliness was there still, like a persistent parasite.

She spent weeks wandering the World alone,

Looking- Searching for someone, something to draw her mind away from the lost Lion…

And then she sensed it.

A Nameless Mystic Code that once laid abandoned with the rest of her Treasures, left to collect dusts.

Only it’s Nameless no longer, was it?

After all, her Little Lion had granted that Sword a name before his disappearance.

“You’re finally back…” Gilgamesh’s lips pulled up in an enchanting, yet wicked smile, one that could effortlessly capture the hearts of men and women both. “Took you long enough, my Little Lion.”

That moment, Gil swore vengeance.

It’s only natural, it’s the Boy-Magus’ fault for making her feel this way, and he would pay dearly for it, as was his responsibility.

The Golden Queen soundlessly entered a dark alley, her presence remaining unnoticed to the mass thanks to the Mystic Code she had put on her left wrist.

With a single leap, the Golden Queen flew up to the rooftops,

With a wave of her hands, her Throne/Ship– Vimana, in all of its Golden Glory, pushed forth from the layer of twisted Space caused by her Treasury.

He had been gone for so long, surely he must have made some gains?

Gil could hardly wait to see the progress that boy had made.

Fortunately, with her Vimana around, it would not take long for her to return to.

“You’ve better not disappointed me, Little Lion.”

—— [Fate: DML] ——

The last three days were incredibly to say the least.

There were so much to do, so many people to visit and say goodbyes to.

First, Ciri and I backtracked to the small village where we left Gretka to find said girl sleeping uneasily on a stack of manure-ridden hays. Apparently, her parents hadn’t taken our threats of physical violence to hearts, because according to her, the minute we went out, her shitty parents chased her out of the house.

The cunts didn’t even wait for a few days, they just kicked her out instantly.

Obviously, I let Ciri do the talking, knowing full-well that had I gone in, there were going to be troubles, lots and lots of troubles for the family. Sadly, regardless of what the Witcheress did or said, the parents still refused to allow Gretka into their… House, and seeing their situation, the shabby-looking shithole they called home, even I could not bear to leave the peasant girl there, let alone my ashen-haired lover, who had always had somewhat of a bleeding heart.

Left with no other choice, we both agreed to take her to Phillip Strenger, hoping he could give Gretka a small job to do and adopt her like he did the surviving orphans of Crookback Bog.

In order to not disrupt his Soldiers and/or scare the peasants, we blinked just outside the gates of Crow’s Perch.

Imagine my surprise when I saw Anna Strenger, living a life of destitute and misery on the outskirt of the Stronghold with Tamara right by her side. I couldn’t believe it, staring at the pair with googly-eyes. It’s only thanks to Ciri that I was able to snap out of my confusion, but by that time, they had already seen us.

Anna the Bitch stormed at us with a look that promised naught but pains and sufferings despite her Tamara’s attempts to stop her. “You–! What did you say to Phillip, what did you say to my husband, you Gods-be-damned, unscrupulous thugs?!”

Clutching my mouth, I fucking wheezed, a second away from actually cackling. “Wait, wait a fucking minute… Phillip threw you two out, like both of you?”

“Phillip- My- My father didn’t throw me out, but- but I wanted to accompany mother.” Tamara Strenger answered with an embarrassed, scared look on her face, eyes seemingly glued to her feet in a desperate, yet futile attempt to ignore my penetrating gaze. “Finally. Man deserves way more than your dirty, cheating ass–”

Perhaps it was hypocritical of me to call her a slut, seeing as I was much of a slut myself, but at least I was honest about it, unlike Anna who dragged her supposed ‘childhood sweetheart’ into their marital bed. Hell, I’d have had no issue with her if Phillip had consented, yet she hid it, got some guy murdered thanks to her selfishness and then gaslighted Phillip, tricked Tamara Strenger and essentially conditioned her young daughter to hate her own father were simply unacceptable behaviors.

And that’s not mentioning the fact that she sold her fucking Soul to the Crones in order to kill their unborn child out of sheer spite. It’s official, Anna No-Surname was for the streets, and no amount of reasoning was going to convince me otherwise.

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I glanced at the fuming, cheating, screeching banshee, a disdainful smirk dancing on my lips as I continued to verbally attack her without an ounce of mercy. “– Could ever give him. Might be a little late, took him quite a while, but I’m genuinely so, just so fucking glad the guy has realized that fact at last.”

What came out of the wretched, miserable old bitch were pure, unadulterated, ears-piercing rage as she struggled and fought, hands aiming forwards as though wanting to claw out my eyes and strangle my neck… It made me so happy to see her this down in the dumps.

“C’mon Leonis, stop antagonizing her.” I felt the Witcheress tug on my sleeves, pleading for us to leave. Obviously, I conceded, but not before throwing one last loathing look at Anna, who was screaming, raging and squirming on the ground like a worm, restrained by Tamara. “Enjoy your new life, Anna~!”

Judging from the complicated expressions she was making, Phillip must have taken my advice and told her everything.

In spite of that, she refused to leave her mother’s side.

I felt sorry for Phillip, but I couldn’t exactly blame Tamara either,

She had spent her entire life thinking of Phillip Strenger as the Monster who beat and abused her mother day-in, day-out. It must have been hard for her to accept everything was caused by her oh-so loving mother. Oh-Well, I had no doubt she would wise up sooner or later, without Phillip for her to throw her rage, hatred and unresolved psychological issues on, Anna would surely be unable to hide her true colors for long, it was merely a matter of time.

I went to meet Phillip with a nearly infectiously-good mood.

Turned out, the Bloody Baron had decided to transform his residence into an orphanage, likely to alleviate the lingering sadness. He thanked me, we shared a bro-hug with pats on the backs and all, before Ciri and I specifically requested him to take Gretka in, which he happily did. He’s not young anymore, marrying someone else wasn’t really appropriate, but I supposed adopting these rowdy lots, having them around to brighten up the gloomy house would prove more beneficial to his mental state in the long term.

“Remember, for as long as I live, you’re always welcome in Crow’s Perch.” Phillip threw his head back, a hearty laugh pushing past his yellowing teeth as he slapped me on the shoulder, his other hand ruffling the ashen-haired Witcheress’ head like a proud father. “I’ll be sure to visit. Remember what I said, lower your alcohols and meats intakes, I don’t want you dying before me, alright?”

“Fine, fine. Off you go, you’re nagging me more than my daughter does.” Phillip shook, guffawing loudly. “It’s good to see you in a good mood Phillip, and thank you, for all the helps you offered us, we won’t forget it.”

“Enough, enough, you two have done more than enough to repay your debts… Ya’ sure you can’t stay for dinner? The children were asking for you both.”

“Sorry, but we’re really busy.” Grabbing my stuffs as we prepared for a blink. “Take care of yourself and them, Phillip.”

“Aye, remember what I said, you’re–” I decided to finish his sentence for him. “Always welcome in Crow’s Perch, we know. See you, Phillip.”

Next, we visited Eivor and Kassandra. I damn-near forgot I was still holding on to his Amulet, the same that had supposedly been kept in his family for generations. Only, when we arrived, we found Kaer Trolde under siege by… Bears, fucking bears of all things. We helped them, eventually finding these weren’t mere animals, but Berserkers– Drugged Berserkers to be precise. Only then did the memories hit me, wasn’t there a mission like that in Wild Hunt?

The case was later solved by Geralt, I was sure.

But, since the White Wolf had already found Ciri, he must have not paid Skellige a visit, hence the higher death-toll. I left Ciri to help and reconnect with her… Sister? Telling the Witcheress and Cerys an Craite I’d investigate the attack, meanwhile they should keep Hjalmar– Cerys’ wayward brother from doing something reckless. Things would have been way, way easier were my memories still clear, yet instead I had to spend hours scouring the Keep for clues.

Some bastards even tried setting me aflame in the cellar.

I understandably did not take kindly for.

After knocking the bearded blonde out, I hauled his ass alongside a barrel of meads which had what I’d later be informed was Clan Tuirsearch’s Crest. Apparently, Birna Tuirsearch– The Queen Mother of Clan Tuirsearch wanted her son to be King so badly, she attempted to eliminate the competitions by framing the an Craite and borrowing the Berserkers’ hands to murder the rest of the Clans’ Heirs and Heiresses.

Of course, the evidences we had weren’t enough to convince the Jarls, but then her son butted in, telling everyone how she purposefully sent him out of the Hall seconds before the attack took place.

Needless to say, the Jarls wanted bloods, Birna’s.

She was swiftly judged, sentenced and executed, all in a day’s work.

“Ciri, Leonis, we’re sincerely thankful you for the aids, I promise you, Clan an Craite will not forget this debts, should you ever need our helps, simply ask…” Cerys shoved a pendant with her Clan’s Crest into our hands, nodding. “This will help you two navigate our Lands better. Show it to our Soldiers should you encounter any troubles on the way. Now, excuse me, I must leave.”

Cerys left, leaving Ciri and I with Eivor and Kassandra. These two weren’t Heirs,  or Heiresses, just renowned foot soldiers in the regions. “Leonis- My friend, you did well. I’m glad to have made you acquaintance! Ever thought of joining a Clan? They’ll treat you well, I’m sure.”

“Can’t, I’ll have to return to my Hometown in two days, I’m afraid.”

“That’s a shame, will you visit?” Eivor muttered, seeming somewhat crestfallen at the sudden news.

“Of course! You can’t get rid of me that easily.” I laughed, with Eivor joining me shortly after.

“How about we visit the Tavern?” I was so close to refusing Kassandra’s offer, but a quick glance at Eivor and Ciri, and all the protests I had come up with died in my throat. “Fine, but don’t force me to drink alcohols, that shits burn my throat.”

Under immense peer-pressure, I ended up drinking like four bottles of the sludge they called meads, wasting the entire next morning nourishing my headache.

The Witcheress was no help either, downing even more of the beverages than I did, leaving Triss to take care of us as we drifted in and out of consciousness.

I had no idea what happened afterwards, but by the time we came to, the Sorceress was in bed with us, naked like the day she was born. Though, judging from my lack of increase in Attributes, I was quite certain we didn’t have a session of mind-blowing threesome. Shame. Although, I supposed this was fine too, I would be incredibly upset if I couldn’t even remember fucking both Ciri and Triss into mewling puddles.

Later that evening, the Witcheress and I opted to visit Kaer Morhen– The place where she had spent her entire childhood living and training in, we did not see Vesemir, Lambert nor Eskel, but Yennefer and Geralt were indeed there. We talked for a few hours, after which I broke into Vesemir’s bedchamber, putting my own Witcher Trials on his desk. It’s a weaker, less effective version of the ones I used on myself, but it should be at least a hundredfold safer than the shits the School of Wolf had.

Not to mention, my Trials did have certain methods to ensure the Witchers created from them would remain fertile, allowing them the ability to reproduce naturally.

The next night and day, I spent making sure nothing would go wrong with my Jump and giving Ciri my researches in the Elder Blood.

Hers and mine, while coming from the same roots, were inherently different. I had found Ciri’s Elder Blood was far more potent and powerful, relying mostly on her instincts and feelings.

Mine, on the other hand, was not quite as good. It’s still a cheat, don’t get that wrong, but for stronger, more… Permanent usages like the creation of an Inventory, or rather a Sub-Space securely connected to myself, I couldn’t just wing it like I did when stealing– I meant, borrowing my Alternate-Self’s Body. I doubted the Witcheress would require my documents, but I gave her copies just in case she ever needed my insights.

Obviously, I made her promise to never, ever show anyone these documents, asking for Triss’ aid to make the Grimoire secure and Magically-Bound to Ciri. Should she lose it, she could simply summon the Grimoire to her by tugging on the connection between them, much like the one I had with Invictus. Not only that, its content was also written in codes that would rearrange themselves for Ciri and Ciri alone.

I never thought him having to learn secret codes in University would be useful, I even recalled him scoffing at the professors for making him learn something so useless, yet here we were. “How’s the- Uhmmm…”

“Star-Gates.” I said, turning on the Gate to check for any abnormality. Thankfully, there was none. “It’s fine, I think? There shouldn’t be any problem, and I have check constantly with my Prophetic Ability, the chances of things going wrong are minimal at best.”

“Perhaps- Perhaps we can go with you?” Ciri, back leaning against the wall, spoke. I could tell she was trying her best to keep her composure, but she wasn’t a politician, nor was she an experienced Sorceress. She couldn’t hide the sorrow seeping into her tone. “I’m afraid that’s not possible…”

I sighed.

It’s not like I hadn’t thought of that option, yet when I checked with [Future Calculation], the chances of Triss and Ciri being expelled from Nasuverse were simply overwhelming. I wasn’t sure why, with the Elder Blood coursing through my veins, by all rights the Swirl should reject my existence as well, yet it did not. Maybe it’s because I was originally from Nasu? Or maybe the Game protected me from such issues?

One thing I was certain of though, was that Triss and Ciri would definitely be lost if I tried to bring them with me, and I just didn’t have the time to figure out a way to bypass the Swirl’s influence. Hell, if someone like the Merchant of Glass could not, I doubted I’d be able to accomplish such a feat anytime soon. “Are you sure you aren’t using that as an excuse to prevent us from following you?”

Triss spoke, snorting as my brows furrowed tightly. “What kind of person do you take me for, Firefly?”

“The kind to play with the hearts of women?”

… “Fair enough.” I pressed on my temples, the headache from yesterday reemerging once more. “I swear I’ll take you two to visit my World once I’ve solved this problem, if you don’t believe my words, I can sign a Magically-Binding Geas with you. I absolutely can’t take you two, not won’t– Can’t. It’s too dangerous, this is all I can offer, if you still refuse to believe me, then I don’t know what else I can do.”

The Sorceress looked down at her feet, shuffling in place. “Fine, I believe you, just- just- I know we don’t have an official relationship beyond the fling we had, but promise you’ll call us, alright?”

I pulled the two into a warm embrace, internally cursing at my lack of height. I barely stood to Ciri’s jaw, making the experience an awkward one. Luckily, that did not take much away from the hug. I felt wetness spreading on my left shoulder where Ciri rested her head in the crook of my neck. “Be careful out there, Leonis. D- Don’t let that Priest take advantages of you again.”

Chuckling, I patted her back gently and responded in faux outrage. “Have a little faith in me, Princess. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…”

She wiped a lone tear rolling down her cheek. “I’m guessing this is farewell then?”

“Don’t.” I hastily said. “Don’t think of it like that. It’s merely a temporary measure, I’ll figure out a way to bring you two to my World, and if I fail, I swear I’ll be sure to make my visit a regular occurrence, you have my Words. Beside–”

I pointed at the Communication Gems in their palms. “I’m a mere Magic-Surge away. Call me any time you want, if I was in the middle of something, I’ll get back to you as soon as I have the time, ‘kay?”

“You better, else we’ll skin you alive.” Cackling, I released the two women and turned to the Gate, knowing that should I stay for even a minute– No, scratch that, if I had stayed for even a second longer, I’d completely lose the will to return to Nasuverse. I waved them one last goodbye, activating the Gate as waves upon waves of Ambient Mana surged into the Artifact, making it glow blue.

“Leonis, wait!” My head snapped towards the source of the voice to find the Sorceress staring at me, the sadness in her eyes causing my heart to falter. Was I doing the right thing, returning to Nasu and leaving them here? Was it truly the correct course of actions? My life in the Witcher-Verse would be so much better, with or without the quality-of-life necessities I was so used to. “Come here, I want to give you something.”

I looked at the forming portal, then at the waiting Sorceress.

A sigh escaped my lips, one that told a thousand words. “What is it, Triss?”

“I’ve read through your research on the Witcher Trials and managed to apply some of the theories to Alchemy, lessening the inherent toxicity in their ingredients–” She conjured up a small portal, allowing a tightly locked chest to drop out of nowhere. “– In here are all the best Potions I could make, most of which can push your recovery to an absurd rate… Take it.”

“Firefly, you shouldn’t have–” I started, only to be hushed to silence by the seemingly irritated Sorceress. She wasn’t really angry, if anything she’s simply putting on a tough front, I could tell. After all, I had seen more than enough of her to recognize all the cues Triss Merigold had. She growled, tapping her feet impatiently  and practically shoving the chest into my arms. “Take it, throw the whole thing away later if you want, but I won’t take ‘No’ for an answer.”

“I- But–!”

The Sorceress hissed cutely, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on. “No ‘Buts’, take the chest or I’ll smash it to pieces right now.”

“Thank you, you’re really kind, Triss Merigold.” I said, serious for once, and pressed a wet, messy kiss on her forehead. I had to stand on my tiptoes to do it, which was hurting my manly pride, but the smile she showed after made the embarrassing experience all worth it. Next, I tugged Ciri near me with no resistance on the Witcheress’ part whatsoever, and did the same to her. “Be careful when you’re stopping the White Frost, I think- No, I know you can do it. You’re more amazing than you think, Ciri.”

Hugging the chest, I told joyfully. “See you guys later.”

And jumped into the Star-Gate.

The effect was instantaneous.

It’s nothing like blinking or portals,

It didn’t even feel like the trip I made after being sucked into the first Star-Gate.

Instead, it felt like I was being stretched, pulled and tugged on all sides by unseen forces. My arms clutched tight to my possessions, screaming until my throat was raw and hoarse. The trip back was fucking horrible, yet it’s quite similar to how I’d expect jumping into Hyperspace would feel. Moments later, I saw what awaited me on the other side, it’s the familiar room I had spent my first few months in, only it was dusty and filled with cobwebs.

My Workshop looked as though it had been abandoned for years, rather than months and I couldn’t help being somewhat confused. ‘Focus, Leo-tan. It would be a terrible shame if you survived all that bullshits only to have your head smashed in from the collision!’

Angra was correct, I must focus.

I braced myself for impact, reinforcing my skin, muscles, bones and internal organs just in case as everything slowed to a crawl and my voice twisted like I was snorting tank after tank of helium. “FUUUUuucccCcCckKkKKKiIIInGG SHhhhIIIiiitTTT!”

Meanwhile, my Workshop kept coming closer and closer, until I was catapulted out of the Hyperspace. What? If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Hyperspace described this trippy mode of transportation perfectly fine! Quickly, I used [Blink] to arrest my momentum, just as I was about to come crashing through several walls, literally.

[Game Function: Added]

[Randomizing Selection…]

[Function Chosen: Map]

[Map Initiating…]

[Calibrating…]

[HUD Loading…]

‘Not now!’ I swiped the Notifications away. [Blink] hadn’t been able to stop my momentum completely, hence why I had to push off the ground, throwing myself up and maneuvering in the air to slow down, before blinking once more, this time truly coming to a stop. Well, I still nearly fell flat on my face, but it was nothing the Great Leonis couldn’t handle. “Hah… Hah… Ho- HOLY SHIT, I- I nearly fucking died. I’m- I’m gonna have to fix that issue soon.”

Muttering, I said to myself.

Exiting Hyperspace was not a pleasant experience,

In fact, it’s probably a death sentence for anyone weaker or just a tad stronger than the current me, which was just basically everyone I knew.

I fell to floor, grabbing at the dusty layer,

Suddenly feeling an immense appreciation for the ground beneath my feet.

[Game Function: Map Initiated]

‘Wha- What is this?’ Again, I swiped the Notification away to access my new Game Function. Almost forgot about that, I hadn’t touched the Quests in months following the Crones’, Eredin’s and Radovid’s demises. Never felt the need to, seeing as no new Quest or Quest Chain were started. ‘… A Map? That’s it? That’s all I’m getting after all that bullshits, are you fucking serious?!’

I didn’t need an Inventory, there were Bags of Holding in the Witcher-Verse, albeit they were indeed rare. It’s how I was able to cramp all my stuffs inside the few chests I brought along.

But still, a fucking Map?

I was expecting Gamer’s Mind/Body, or a Store,

Hell, I’d take a fucking Gacha at this point, even knowing how utterly shit my Luck was.

The fuck was I supposed to do with a Map? “Fine, whatever.”

‘[Map].’ One very, very valuable thing I had learnt was that every and all information regarding my Transmigration and the Game were under strict lock’n’key. Even inside my head, Angra could only hear garbled mess every time these subjects came up, and I intended to keep him in the dark for as long as I possibly could. After all, those were sensitive subjects, things I did not want anyone to know.

Even Rin, my favorite tsundere wasn’t aware I was a Transmigrator, and I wasn’t planning on telling her anytime soon.

With my prompt, a screen flashed to life, showing the layout of my Workshop, plus the entire Church.

Looked like I would be displayed as a Cyan Dot, while non-hostile entities were Blue.

Unfortunately, it wouldn’t show me who or what these Dots represented, which was fine I supposed… What was I expecting from this cheap-ass, off-brand Game?

Suddenly, one Dot caught my attention, it was a flaring crimson, and it was approaching my location at an incredible speed.

It was then that I heard footsteps and haggard breathings outside the hallway.

I did not need the Map to know it was that fucking Priest. Immediately, I drew my blades, I was going to kill the Priest today, and nobody was going to stop me. Not Rin, not Shiro, not Angra, not even Gil. Growling, I used all my Support-Spells, swords ready to reap the bastard’s life. “That fucking Doomsday Cultist die today.”

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