I woke up feeling pissed.

Or well, it was somewhat hard for me to feel strongly about anything, but still. What the fuck. As far as I could tell, the entire Malgreed Dungeon had been a waste of time. A total ruse. A complete distraction. And worst of all, I didn't understand how it was even possible. The queen herself had mentioned there was a hole. All the dwarves were rushing to dig down and get to the hole. It had been talked about for months or whatever. How? What?

I swiftly got out of bed. Honestly, I wasn't quite in the mood for lingering in bed and lazily waking the girls up. I had a mission, and that mission was to ask my good bro Duran what the fuck had gone wrong in the chain of command to let this happen. They were wasting their time and someone was going to kill the queen. Maybe that Builder dick who hid in his room every loop was hiding out of guilt and shame for misleading people.

Anyway, I got changed briskly. Both Sophia and Rose were eyeing me oddly, since apparently I was so visibly disturbed, but I didn't know what to tell them. "Hey, overnight while you were sleeping I spent about three weeks total in a hell dungeon that turned out to be entirely pointless except for a bunch of levels." It was impossible to empathize with that. It was like coming back from a war and trying to explain to your family how traumatizing it was, only for them to be like "Ah, like trying to shop at Wal-Mart on a busy day?" Yes Maude, exactly like that, now if you'll excuse me I need to go find the person responsible for my suffering.

I marched out of the room barely saying anything. My thoughts were full of me trying to piece this puzzle together. Obviously, there was a liar here. Medea was the most suspicious out of anyone, if only because the Gate of True Happiness singled her out, but the pieces weren't coming together. How could Medea have lied about a hole in the dungeon? Something had gone terribly, terribly wrong here on some deep level.

I reached Duran, as he ordered his dwarves around. Poor, poor Duran. My best friend, misled by some foul trickster.

"Ho there," I said, and he waved me over.

"Malcador! Jus' the man I wanted ta see. Ye need to get goin', and fast."

"Actually, maybe I don't. Have you ever seen this hole yourself?"

"No, laddie. My men reported it ta me."

"Bad news: It's fake. There's nothing down there."

He gave a deep frown and shook his head. "That cannot be. Ye must have missed it."

"Nope. I got to the bottom floor myself and checked. The whole dungeon thing is a ruse, probably to distract us while the real culprit escapes."

"Hrm," he said, stroking his beard. "Ye might need ta talk ta someone."

"Lead away, my best dwarven bro. Let's solve this mystery together and emerge inseparable."

I followed Duran away from the throne room. The worst part was, this was officially a mystery now, filled with court intrigue. There was an impostor among us, and my mission was to root them out, not slay some beast for epic loot. I sighed. I had been so excited when I got to Dwarf City. I thought there would be no mystery. No politics. Just beat the dungeon, enjoy some gimmicks, get some loot, fight a boss, save the day. The end. But here I was, alone in enemy territory with Duran, having to start from scratch like infinite loops in. At least I had a lot of levels.

He took me to the church, for some reason. That was weird. Was he leading some resistance movement with Medea or something? We went inside, and Medea was praying before the altar like always. I stepped forward.

"Medea," I called.

She turned with a calm smile, but blinked in surprise upon seeing Duran behind me. "What brings the honorable Heir and High Excavator here, might I ask?"

"Not sure. Apparentl—" Something steel slammed into the back of my head mid-word. My head inched forward slightly, but otherwise it barely hurt. I turned around and saw Duran looking between the hilt of his axe and me.

"What the fuck, Duran?" Didn't he know knocking people out was like a fake movie thing? If you actually knocked someone out in real life for any extended period of time, you probably gave them brain damage. Thank god my exponentially high defense is so ridiculous by this point it barely even hurt. I might have—

When will I learn? Never monologue on what had quickly transformed into a battlefield. The Miasma slipped into my mouth, and I fell unconscious.

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I woke up with my hands and legs bound to a chair in a dark room, but the situation honestly didn't really scare me. I could quickload if need be, and I was pretty sure I could bust out of the metal ropes binding me through sheer STRENGTH if it really came down to it. My first order of business, though, was scouting out information. Maybe if I looked helpless the enemy would monologue and tell me critical information.

I looked around the room. Duran was standing by the door, eyeing me carefully, clearly serving as a guard.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT DURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

I felt like crying. I hung my head to hide the tears welling in my eyes. My best, best bro. My future male companion for the entire quest. The one man I thought I could trust. The one man I gave my back to unconditionally. He had taken my trust and spat on it. Stomped on it. Tried to knock it out by slamming the hilt of his battleaxe against the back of its head. Fuck you, Duran. You may have failed to physically hurt me in any meaningful way, but the wounds on my heart were gushing blood like broken fountains. I could only pray that these wounds would one day heal.

"Why'd you do it, Duran? Just tell me why," I said dramatically.

"For the Heir," was all he said.

"I am the Heir you dickmunch."

"For the Heir."

"The only thing I want you to do for my sake is contort your arm around your back and hit yourself in the back of the head with the hilt of your axe while visualizing it as being done by the best friend you ever had. Maybe then you can feel a fraction of my pain."

"For the Heir."

God, he sounded like a cultist. This was creepy as shit. He had a flat stare and refused to say anything but that one line, despite looking and acting normal seconds ago. It was like someone had fucked his soul and boosted his 'be obsessive about the Heir' value to maximum. I was tempted to break my bounds and make a run for it, while letting some suitably dramatic tears twinkle behind me to signify how hurt I was from this betrayal, but presumably Medea would be coming soon.

And so she did. The door opened, and Duran stepped aside to let her in. She strode, wearing the same dark blue robes as always. She gave me a peaceful smile and gestured for Duran to leave, which he did.

"Good morning, Heir."

I wriggled against my bindings in a fake attempt to escape. Make her let her guard down. Trick her into monologuing at length about her plans.

"There is no escape," she said calmly. "No recall or intervention can work in this place."

"I hope your book burned this time."

She lifted an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

"Forget it."

"A reference to another timeline, perhaps?" she asked with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. You have a gigabrain and deduced my time travel from my progress in the dungeon. Simply by the existence of my progress in the dungeon, that level of reasoning is possible to Priestess Medea. What do I think? Very impressive, clap clap clap."

"Your praise honors me, Heir." She leaned forward and kissed me while I sat bound and immobile to the chair. She pulled away, licking her lips. "Aaah. How I yearned to do that the first time I saw you."

"You told me your secret already, just saying. I know you love me more than you love the goddess."

"And what does that tell you?"

"...That you're slutty? It's kind of hard to imagine an omega slut staying faithful to a Goddess without a dick, so yeah."

She let out a gentle laugh, then let her robes fall, revealing a sexy pair of underwear. A white, lacy bra on her top and a garter belt holding up white stockings for her lower half. They went well with her healthy white skin, which was like the middle ground between Hilda's sickly pallor and Rose's tan. "That can only mean one thing in the Church of the Goddess, you know. I suppose in a previous time I had to gamble on you not recognizing the significance. I have thought about time travel much while you were asleep, and I must say it is staggeringly difficult to oppose. It feels almost as if the game was rigged against me from the start, but I suppose I knew what I was doing." She sat on my lap and threw her arms around my neck, looking directly into my eyes. "What does loving you the most signify?"

I thought about it for a minute. I thought about Duran's weirdness, and distant memories stirred in my unconscious mind. "You're... You're a cult?"

"Correct. I am the High Priestess of the Heir Cult."

I balked. When was the last time I even heard about the Heir Cult? I thought they were just a joke or something. That mage guy, Timothy I think? He smirked when he called me a cultist. I thought they just wore weird shirts or something.

"What are you doing here, then...? What's your endgame?"

Medea grinded her hips against my crotch, though I had pants on so it was slightly less of a direct call for sex than it might have been. She sighed, blissfully. "The Heir Cult has only one goal, and that is to save the Heir from the Goddess. To rescue our hero from his tortuous fate and free him from the Goddess's evil clutches."

"And that involves kidnapping and murdering a dwarf hold's innocent queen how?"

"I have had the gift of prophecy since I was a little girl, though not one of immense power. I see faint visions of the future, and it is precisely due to these visions that I know the weave of fate can be disturbed by active influence. To prevent the effect one needs only to destroy the cause, to cut the threads of prophecy itself." She pulled my shirt off over my head and started kissing my chest.

"Ah. You want to kill the queen to stop the prophecy from coming true." Honestly, that wasn't even a bad plan. That message that always popped up confirmed it would work. The only problem was time travel.

"Yes. I integrated myself into the Dwarf Hold, and..." She gestured towards the door Duran had left through. "Convinced the Excavators to join my cause. To dedicate their lives to the Heir, for the Heir, just as I have." She pushed her lacy bra against my chest and rubbed up and down. It was hard to tell whether she was doing that for my sake or her sake.

"Why did you dedicate yourself to me, anyway? We've never met."

She sighed a dreamy sigh. "The first prophecy I ever saw was the clearest, most powerful vision of all. It was an image of you, standing proud, on top of the world. It has been burned into my memory ever since, with your visage dominating my thoughts. I knew the instant I saw you that no happier future would await me than the one in which I dedicated my every waking moment to you. However, the future visions changed everything. Visions of the Goddess. Of her evil. Her terrible prophetic threads binding you to her against your will. I joined the fledgling Heir Cult, which was something of a joke at the time, and gave it a true purpose: to prevent the prophecy that would mislead you down a path of destruction." She nestled her head against my chest, listening to my heartbeat. Her silky, light blue hair rubbed against me pleasantly.

"That's... concerning."

"Yes. It is. My gifts told me Queen Daiya was one of the Five, through a fleeting vision of her by your side, so I took up residence in this church. I knew your arrival was coming. I just had to get rid of her first. Sadly, you arrived before my plans were fully in place." She sighed, an actual sigh of sadness this time. "Months of planning, forced to be executed overnight. The High Builder, poisoned, and the Excavators all on my side. The queen misled, and captured, taken where none will ever find her. The fact it went so well was a surprise, and I was assured of my victory. Even you would never have found her in time under normal circumstances."

I winced. The High Builder wasn't distraught in his room, he was dead. And I never broke down his door to check up on him. I would have for Duran, probably, which meant... I was forced to accept I had shown blatant favoritism towards Duran since he seemed vaguely more like a badass warrior underdog. Fuck. If only someone had warned me not to show favoritism to one faction when I didn't know much about dwarven politics.

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"And then you realized I have time travel."

"Yes," she said, rubbing her hands over me. "I was aghast when I realized it, for two reasons. One, you are impossible to defeat, unless your powers have some weakness unknown to me. The game was, indeed, rigged from the start. The Goddess has ensured you cannot lose. She will reverse time and undo reality itself to always put you in a winning position. Two, my plan involved distracting you in the first floor of the Malgreed Dungeon while the operation on Daiya was completed. I never expected you would be forced to actually finish the dungeon. For that you have my most sincerest apologies. I would not have inflicted that upon my worst enemy," she said, giving me a kiss on the lips as an apology.

"Wait. Are you telling me Duran's maps actually were fakes?"

"Yes. The dungeon does not shift nearly so often, though no Excavator would have told you that."

"The second floor would have killed me!"

Medea smiled. "The wrong teleporters all lead to a single room that I preemptively spent much time transcribing an advanced teleportation circle into. I would have come to get you."

Not within an hour of of killing Queen Daiya, though.

That felt a little conflicting. I could have sacrificed the dwarves after all? Maybe I could have even blackmailed the right combination out of her. Oh well. The levels I got were worth the inconvenience. Maybe without them Duran would have given me brain damage a second ago.

"Okay, so what's your big plan now?"

"This," she said, working on getting my pants down.

"What?"

She looked up. "As I said, time travel is staggeringly difficult to oppose. It was not something I knew you had ahead of time, and killing you would be simply unthinkable." Hahahaha. "If you hadn't conquered the dungeon already, my best hope would be to slay Daiya as fast as possible in hopes of outpacing you; that is, killing Daiya before it is possible for you to reach the bottom floor of the dungeon and realize the deception. But it is clearly too late for that. You know there is nothing in the dungeon, and will come directly to me, wasting no time."

Reality hit me like a rock. I knew Medea's secret, so I didn't have to go to the dungeon. This was... This was true happiness. This was what the gate was talking about all along. Haha, holy shit. I hated the dungeon so much it literally pointed me directly to the culprit behind everything so I could stop going to it. What a powerful and ridiculous artifact. 'She loves me more than she loves the goddess,' ergo she's a cultist, ergo she's the culprit, ergo I don't have to go to the dungeon. Incredible.

"So, what? Do I just win now that I know it's you?"

Medea finished getting my underwear off and rubbed her cheek against my erection for a minute before answering. "It is difficult to say. Judging by your timing, I might have you beat by a quirk of fate."

"What do you mean? Also, let me quickly say 'I consent.' Okay, continue."

"Hm?"

"Nothing. Back on topic. What do you mean you might have me beat?"

(Suffice to say that Medea was hot as a fuck nun and I didn't really mind her being lewd with me. I did not consider this rape, and had given express consent. I welcomed whatever sexual misdeeds she was going to enact upon me, though not necessarily with gushing enthusiasm. She was no Rose or Sophia.)

"It seems to me that you can only travel back to this morning when you wake up, or otherwise you would have gone back to yesterday and stopped the abduction from ever happening, no?"

"That may or may not be the case."

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"Well, I enacted my plan at night. It is likely too late for you to do anything by the time you wake up. By pure chance of the mechanism of your power and the timing of my plan, I may be in an unlosable situation. There is no way for me to know for sure." She ran her tongue along my dick and shuddered happily. Maybe she had elf blood.

"So... What now?"

"Mhpohphph,' she replied, having wrapped her lips around my dick and started bobbing her head. The sight was kind of incredible; she still had on her nun hood, and her light blue hair was still braided neatly behind her. Her white bra and garter belt just accentuated her pure image, despite how sexy they were, which made the sight of her lips contorting like a tube around my shaft all the more deliciously immoral. Her hands trailed down irresistibly, one squeezing her erect nipples through her bra and another slipping into her increasingly wet pussy.

"Oh come on. You haven't finished your evil villainess monologue. You're leaving me hanging here. How will I ever know why you're trying to fuck me in a doomed timeline I have no hope of winning and will soon be leaving? I don't know enough to understand your complex motivations yet."

She started sucking while bobbing her head, as if to reply "this is my motivation." Big surprise, there. I contemplated this situation while Medea went to absolute town on my dick. Where did a priestess learn to give such killer blowjobs, holy shit? Her tongue was basically pole dancing on my shaft. That wasn't very priestess-like.

Anyway, contemplation. I knew from Rose the autosave happened hours before I woke up. If I were to extrapolate from the situation where I got the elf autosave right before Sophia was poisoned, maybe the autosave was right before Queen Daiya got nabbed. Which... was definitely a bad situation for me. In the absolute worst case scenario, wherein no solution worked, I was stuck in this loop forever. That seemed unlikely, but a loop where Medea was in an unlosable situation would be a loop of unending suffering. Which... Huh. Did she just not realize that?

"Wait," I said, breaking through the binding on my right arm to grab Medea's head and pull her off my dick, causing it to pop out of her mouth with a wet sound. Her tongue flailed in the air, straining to reach my dick, but it wasn't quite long enough. It took about thirty seconds before she gave up and shut her mouth.

"What is it?" she asked, unperturbed by the fact I had ripped through steel bonds to grip her head.

"Do you think I'm just going to, say, accept defeat in a loop and keep living in a world where the prophecy is broken?"

"That is my goal, yes." She smiled and stood up, sitting on my lap again such that my erect dick pushed against her skin. She rubbed her lower stomach against it, as if pushing my dick against her womb from the outside. Her smooth, warm skin felt incredible. "My sweet, sweet Heir. I do what I do now in hopes of conveying my utter devotion to you. If you accept the breaking of the prophecy and come to my arms, you will have the most loyal wife you could ever dream of. One who would leap at every opportunity to," she gestured at my dick, "serve you."

"That sounds kind of problematic."

"It is my wish, and I am not about to deny the happiness in front of me for trifling social concerns."

Plucking the ripe fruit, eh. I guess her pretending not to want to be an omega loyal wife would indeed be denying herself what would bring her true happiness just for the sake of not looking fucked up to outsiders. Her putting it like that made me realize just how deeply set my attitude was in denying obvious happiness out of pride and fear of being rejected, whether it be from society or my own sense of values. I wondered if that was more an Earth culture thing or more a me thing.

"Well, I have bad news. The prophecy can't be broken. If any of the Five die, I get a telepathic message about it and someone who is possibly the Demon King teleports over to kill me within an hour, which sends me back in time."

Medea balked. "That... That bitch. How evil can the Goddess be?" She hugged me tightly, and I felt some tears drip against me. "I am so, so sorry for what she is putting you through."

.........

To be honest, I had kind of come here with a huge bone to pick against Medea. She had put me through hell with the dungeon and was trying to kill Queen Daiya, my asexual rock queen and possibly the only woman in the world who wasn't going to try to fuck me, which put her firmly in my shit list. But here she was, doing her best to save me from what she saw as a terrible fate, and weeping when she knew how much pain I was in. She was no evil villainess. She was... She was the ultimate loyal tradwaifu.

I patted her back. That said, I wasn't a sucker. She was literally the leader of a cult, a murderer, and judging by Duran, a brainwasher. It would probably be unwise to take what she said at face value. To be fair, the cult was literally dedicated to worshipping me, and it felt a bit suspect to not trust a woman who worshiped me above all else, but she had shown herself capable of executing elaborate plots before. Maybe the vision she saw of the goddess giving me a chaste thank-you kiss and she went mad with jealousy.

Also, Malgreed Dungeon put me through a worse hell than anything the Goddess had ever done, and Medea sent me there, so yeah. Was this the power of grey morality? Like, here we have a girl who is both hot and evil, so it's impossible to say whether she's bad or not. She murdered some people, but she sucked my dick. She corrupted the political structure of a dwarf hold, but she was offering to be my loyal wife. She leads a cult that probably ransacked churches and murdered priests, but she was crying for my pain in particular. Every bad thing she had done was countered by something equally good. This was the most complicated moral dilemma of our time.

Ultimately, I just patted her back while she cried. Until I noticed that, while crying into my shoulder, she was slipping her garter to the side and lifting her hips up so she could drop them back down and plunge me deep inside of her all at once. I wouldn't have noticed if the dripping wetness from her pussy hadn't hit my dick and alerted me. Was... Was the crying an act, or was her slutty body just moving on its own while she was overcome with grief? Oh god the mind games.

"Medea, wait," I said, sticking out my hand to block her descent. Her wet pussy slammed onto the back of my hand with so much force that if not for my immense STR stat she would have barreled right through it. Jesus Christ she was determined.

"Yes?" she asked, grinding her hips back and forward to rub her pussy against my hand. Geez, woman, slow your roll. A chaste-looking nun in pure white underwear grinding her pussy against my hand was a dream come true, but also a very bizarre sight. Almost intimidating in a way. Like delicious looking cheese resting menacingly on a mouse trap.

"You don't have to do this. I get that you want to be a loyal tradwife. I have to loop back anyway."

"But I want to," she said, lifting up her hips and slapping her pussy back down on my hand, over and over. It was like she was riding me, except it was my hand.

"You'll forget it all when I go back in time."

"I must say, I care more about the now."

Hmm. I had never actually mentioned my loop-based reservations about sex to Rose and Sophia. I wondered if they would just say it didn't bother them either, since they cared about the now. Damn. This whole time, I had been talking about "treating each loop like it was the winning loop," but I had a doomer mindset and didn't actually go through with it. I had treated loops as dead, and thereby avoided sex, but my thought process was wrong from the start. What mattered was the now, not a theoretical future loop. Why the fuck was I learning these important lessons from a slutty nun in the process of slapping her pussy against my hand? I thought character development and sex didn't mix.

"Okay, you win." I pulled my hand back, and instantly she slammed my dick into her pussy. She threw her head back and let out a guttural moan, eyes rolling to the back of her head and tongue sticking out of her mouth. That was not very priestess-like at all. For about thirty seconds, we both sat there, with her grinding her crotch and ass against me to get my dick in as deep in possible. Her womb bulged against her stomach ever so slightly from the sheer pressure of my immobile dick pushing against her cervix. Satisfied, she started vigorously bouncing her hips again, juices splashing everywhere with each bounce as my dick slammed into her pussy and pushed out her love juice.

At this point, I had enough points of evidence to extrapolate that literally every single girl in this world was fucked deeply in the head. Maybe it was a biological thing. Some different brain chemistry in this world. Who could say? All I knew was that lust was amped up in this world by a factor of like ten. Everyone was hornier. I didn't want to think it was exclusively my presence that did this to them, but hell, maybe it was. Maybe that was one of my Heir powers: being so irresistible just seeing me broke their brains. Medea had said she became devoted to me after seeing me in a vision. Maybe that was just like, a universal thing. Damn. Hero powers were seriously not what I had expected. I guess this effect explained why so many heroes ended up with a flock of babes. The girls couldn't help themselves. Heroes distorted the fabric of the world they were in, and made women horny on sight.

Though it would be hypocritical of me not to mention that they made me horny on sight too. Maybe it was a universal thing. Everyone was a slut in this world, it just took time for the horny disease to infect me.

"Well," I said, talking over the very loud slapping sounds. "Can you not kill Queen Daiya then?"

"When, wake, up, it's, too, late," she began, saying one word in between each bounce, the brief moment of calm where she had fallen down deep into my dick but before she lifted her hips back up. I was kind of impressed she managed to string a sentence together at all, especially while panting so hard.

"How so?"

"Acid, vat," she replied. "Gems, hard, kill."

Okay, she was quickly losing her ability to speak at all. This was a mistake. I should have finished talking before letting her do this. I considered stopping her, but she tightened her arms around me as if she had sensed what I was about to do. Jesus. Did she have stud senses to go along with my slut senses, and her stud senses told her when a stud was about to try to fucking flee in terror from her?

Whatever. I decided it was best to just try and get what I could from her before it was too late.

"Can you speed up the kill if you wanted to?" I asked, thinking back to the weird timings of the death messages.

"More, acid, faster, but, good, good, too good," she said breathlessly.

"Acid is too good?"

"Good, good, yes, yes, yes, YES, YEEEEEEES!" she cried, orgasming. She shuddered on my dick, juices squirting against me and completely ruining the chair. She fell against me, breathing heavily, kissing my muscular chest mindlessly while slowly recovering.

I hadn't cum myself, since Sex Level 100 involved having complete control over orgasm. It was something easy to forget, since usually one thought about how to resist the urge to cum for as long as possible rather than forcing themselves to cum. Hmmm. Actually, maybe this was a good opportunity to try something funny.

"Hey, Medea."

"Mhmmmhmmm?" she mumbled.

"I'm going to imagine that I'm having sex with the Goddess instead of you in 3, 2, 1..." I snapped my fingers, then came on command. Semen gushed into her womb, causing her to moan blissfully and intensify her chest kissing. Okay that was slightly less funny than I thought. It kind of looked indistinguishable from randomly cumming inside of her while she was just sitting there, and I wasn't even sure she understood what I had said. Damn. Well, I'm not doing that again.

We sat like that for a while before Medea recovered.

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"So the acid melts away her body, but leaves the diamond tiara for you to use on your own?"

"Yes, Heir. It would have made for a wonderfully powerful magical artifact. Adding more acid kills her faster, but we lose the tiara in the process."

Medea was dressed again and sitting in a chair across from me, wearing a contented smile.

"And by the time I wake up, the acid will already have done such enormous damage that she would die eventually even if I immediately rushed to where she is?"

"Indeed."

Well fuck. I actually did have to find a way to wake up early, or otherwise send memories back to Rose that told her to wake me up instead of just getting in bed with me. My absolute last resort was letting Sauron hit me and trying to resist the pain, such that I didn't end up unconscious for hours, but that sounded both unlikely and miserable. Oh well.

"And I can't just warn you about this?"

"I simply will not recall the circumstances of your plight, and might even believe it is a trick. You and your group may be forced to fight me. I'm terribly sorry about all this. I never would have imagined that she had stuck you in a cursed pocket of time and planned to spitefully kill you if you ever strayed from her foul path. Trickery and plotting truly is her domain," Medea said darkly. Okay, you can't say that after plotting Queen Daiya's downfall for months.

I waved a hand. "Water under the bridge. I only experienced immense psychological trauma and the betrayal of my best friend. Nothing I won't get over in a couple days."

She smiled at me and rested a hand on my leg. "I shall pray that you remember my devotion, Heir. Fate need not force us against one another. All I can ask is that you show my future self the love you have shown me today, such that we can be bound together as is right."

Ha ha. Yes. Love.

"But you'll undo the brainwashing or whatever on the dwarves once this is all over, right?"

She avoided eye contact. "The healing process will take much time for us all. What we need now more than anything is faith."

Okay. This dwarf hold was fucked.

"Quickload," I said.