Omake 47: Myth – Time

When Sir Arthur Conan Doyle called me in the morning and asked me to reach his humble abode at once due to important matters, I decided to quickly check what had driven the renowned writer to seek my help.

I was sure it was something interesting, but I just didn’t expect for it to be something incredibly interesting and that produced some adorable hiccups if handled in a particular way. After that visit, I decided to check at the office and bring the new responsibility under my temporary care to meet with my wife and-

“So, are you going to introduce her to me?”

Hannah was curious and particularly intrigued by the fact I had come back from my visit to check on Sir Doyle’s sudden situation with someone else. And that someone was quietly hiding behind my legs as soon as she spotted the ‘pretty lady’ getting close. A shy little child who was slightly older than Giorno, but as shy as the boy normally was around new people.

Blonde hair, light-blue eyes- the young girl that I retrieved and took the responsibility of treating her as my ward was wearing quite the ‘detective’ outfit. She was wearing a white shirt with a red tie under a sandy-brown jacket and a dark-brown skirt with light-brown crossing lines to form multiple tiny rectangles. Atop her head rested a ‘most elemental’ hat which matched well with her jacket.

I looked down to stare at her, cerulean met with amber and I hummed. “She is a nice lady other than pretty, Amelia.”

The comment had her blink, a questioning look flashing back to me and I hummed.

“She is also as special as you and I are.”

At that her eyes widened and she moved her quizzical look to the older female. As if understanding where I was going with this, Hannah crouched a bit and opened her mouth, revealing her slightly bigger fangs.

“Are you a vampire, lady?”

“Half vampire,” The woman answered kindly.

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“A Dhampir?”

“She wasn’t born from a vampire parent,” I replied, and the little blonde nodded.

“Well...” She moved away from my legs, appearing fairly stiff with her posture. “I’m Amelia. Amelia Waston.”

“Oh, nice to meet you, Ms. Watson.”

“Ame here will stay at our house for a while before being returned to Sir Doyle. He is her current guardian, but he has agreed to have her around so I can help her develop her power better,” I explained to my wife. “I hope this isn’t too sudden-”

“Oh none of that. I always wanted to know how it feels to have a daughter. And who knows, maybe Giorno will like an older sister figure to grow up with.”

Amelia eased down a bit. “Who’s Giorno?”

“That’s our son. He is a bit younger than you.”

“Oh. Can I be his friend?” She asked with a hint of interest and I patted her head.

“Well, you will have to ask him that, Ame. No reason to ask something to someone that isn’t there now.”

She offered a tense smile and nodded at the logic. Things proceeded smoothly for the remainder of the day and, as Ame enjoyed some quality time with Hannah, I decided to check more on what Sir Doyle provided me on her ‘arrival’ as the child was not native of this… temporal line. I was tempted to outright call her a dimensional hopper, but the way her power worked was related to time. Something had happened to her, at least that’s what her early drawing would reason as she drew ‘monsters’, of a strange creature that led her to ‘snap’ for a moment and then ‘open her eyes’ in the garden of Sir Doyle.

It was an interesting tale that was further corroborated by the fact that her own hat bore a stitch that said it was done in 1918. A very unusual discovery, but it also created a curious list of questions on who her parents were, what happened to them, and what kind of creature caused her powers to react this way. The more I looked into it, the more I drew the line to a very dreadful possibility. Ame didn’t find a simple creature. Due to the reality’s distortion it was known to cause, I was tempted to say that she met something far worse than that.

An eldritch god.