Gold Digger

Family Home, Sumida City, Tokyo
March 9

When I realized where I was I was on the plane back to Japan. It seems that just in case the safest thing was that we returned as soon as possible to avoid extra problems such as having to explain where I came from.  From our group, only Cedric stayed to receive his new set of medals that he won on that stupid day.  The hero of the story, like his brave actions, managed to save the city and the president in an almost miraculous way.  But the price that was paid that day was quite high: Almost 14 thousand citizens were dead or missing, it could be more or less because it is still not known clearly. The military casualties have not yet been revealed but the truth is I don't think it is very high because we were too few, to begin with. However, the damage to the city is very high, with several hundred families losing their homes, and then there are the things that ordinary people are not interested in but are very important. The plan to reduce the measures imposed against the Balkan Empire by the war had vanished, work wasted, no one in their right mind would help a people so determined to continue with this despite the fact that they have already lost. 

But what most worries all the politicians and leaders of the Alliance at this moment are to know where the hell the Empire got the troops to carry out this attack and how it was that they entered the United States without anyone noticing. The assault was big, too big, it was impossible to hide something like that in front of everyone. And that is precisely what terrifies everyone, that there is no way at the moment to know that they are safe and they will not be the next. Although we know that the Empire has access to a Portal and that they used it at the dock to bring their troops in unexpectedly, we still did not know the whole story behind it. If right now all the member countries of the Balkan empire are under the control of the Alliance troops, where the hell did they get the force to carry out that attack? To what place was that portal connected? Where did these troops originally come from and where did they return to when they fled? 

Everyone has these questions in their head, and my mother is the victim of circumstances right now. Her cell phone and that of the house have not stopped ringing since we returned. Everyone wants to know everything that is known about the attack and how my mother led the troops personally during the battle, besides the fact that many important people know her, they make her the perfect person to ask for valuable information. As if that were not enough, she is not wasting time to also earn favors that she can collect later, so she has my two daughters helping her at this time. If it were not because I know my mother is flesh and blood, I would say that she is almost the third member of the group, now they are almost inseparable and somehow she manages to know how to work with both of them at the same time. In the meantime, I can't watch the television news without spilling a glass.  Even though I was able to rescue the president safely, I broke my arm using the 50 caliber weapon without the Arksuit. A grown man would be able to use the gun with difficulty but give the same weapon to a child who is not even half the size of him and I'm really lucky that only that broken arm happened to me. 

Right now I was in the supermarket near the house because they asked me to buy a couple of puddings from a fairly good brand. It seemed surprising to me to see how people on this side of the world behaved because although the battle of New York is on everyone's lips, here life remains the same. The supermarket is open, people are talking to each other, a couple of parents with their son smiling. In short, an environment very different from the gloomy and pessimistic of a few days ago. Hell, the cashier told me I was a very brave girl to come shopping with a cast arm at my age. 

As soon as I got back home I was mugged by everyone trying to get their dessert first.

"Damn, what the hell is wrong with all of you!"
"I'm a fucking hero who  help save New York"
"I am a warrior recovering from my wounds in combat for rescuing you"
"And how do you pay me? making me go and take 2 hours in line to buy these stupid desserts"
"Just to assault me upon my arrival to eat them as soon as possible"
"I do not remember having been with a gang of ungrateful"

"Come on, don't be mad, brother, it's not that bad"
"By the way are you going to eat yours? Can you give it to me"

"Of course not"
"It's mine!"
"you know what!"
"Everyone can go to hell!"
"I am going to lie down on this couch and I am not going to leave until I am healed."
"I will not even let the Gods separate me from this sofa!"
"I will defend this until my last breath!"

"Darling, I need you to get up from the sofa so I can sweep and clean that place "  Tamamo said with the broom in her hand.

"Yeah yeah, okay give me a second"

Tamamo cleaned up as fast as she could to stop bothering me as soon as possible.

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"Ready, I'm done!"
"You can stay there all you want now"

"Ok as I was saying, I'm going to lie down here and I'm not going to move until further notice"

***Ding***

The doorbell rang, we all immediately stopped and put away the fantasy things that were thrown in the living room such as my sword, Tamamo's magic talismans, Momo's new mystery machine, or the terminal of the twins. Since we did not expect any mail package my mother was the one who opened the door, although I was sitting in the living room watching that nothing bad happened. But oh my God this was bad, really bad, so bad that I didn't even know what to do. I have faced thousands of dangers throughout my life but I never thought I would ever have to face that one again. I was not prepared at all if I knew what to do, not even Avalon could protect me in this case. 

"Mrs. Adelis, how are you?"
"I hope everything is alright"
"I had time not to see you"

"Can not be!"
"Sharon, is that you?"

"That's right"

On the other side of the door was a girl in her twenties, she was wearing a seductive red dress along with a fur scarf, pearl necklace. But what surprised me the most was seeing the person who was using them. Her good face, her white skin, her amber eyes, her brown hair, and even her general way of acting were in keeping with what I remembered about her. But the passage of time if they had changed her a little, now she was taller and her body was much sexier than those old days. But there was something strange about her figure, she had a quite beautiful body, neither too thin nor fat. But she had a bulging belly, it looked like she was gaining weight. She was an extremely beautiful woman, men fought to even talk to her. No seriously, I know it first hand, it was the first big beating that I received in my life.  Everything from her clothes, her face, the way she moved clearly screamed trouble, it was the only thing a girl like her could bring to a place like this. She reminds me of the first woman who ever slapped my face, by the way, it was her.

She and I had our past, but it is something that I had buried a long, long time ago. After her, she "helped" me to realize how stupid I was in my youth, cheating on me and taking advantage of me. She made it very clear in my life that it was my fault for trying to see the good side of people who don't have it. But seeing her alone here today without her harem of men that she formed to have the happy life she wanted with attractive and wealthy boys was strange, to say the least. 

"But how are you?"
"What are you doing in this place so far from home"
"How did you know that I live here?" Her mother was glad to see a familiar face. What I couldn't tell was if she was pretending or if she was really excited.