Part 1.
“Well Mr. Foreigner. You think you can just come to Tokyo and beat up on the locals huh?” said a husky voice belonging to the rather weighty officer sitting across the table from me.
“Hey, hey, don’t cha know? This Americans never learn the languages when the go place. The just like to speak their Engrish, real low and slow.” Said the other man, a rather wiry man, with almost rat like features. He had made sure to say the word English in his best possible English, in an attempt to grab my attention.
I took the bait and made an obvious acknowledgement to the fact that I heard him say the word English. The of course got a laugh out of that and proceeded to make comments about their personal opinions of foreigners. I can’t say that I really blame them though. Most of the stereotypes they went on about were true, and I often felt embarrassed when I saw Western tourists walking the streets of Tokyo, taking pictures of everything, and asking for things from the locals in loud slow broken English, thinking that would somehow help the locals to understand. Better yet when they used broken and awkward sounding Japanese that they got from a random tourist guidebook.
“Not my rodeo.” I always thought and would try to make an exit before being spotted. I had done my homework before coming to live here. I studied the language on my own, and once I had developed a vocabulary, and understood the grammar. I then used different services to speak to native Japanese people, to get used to speaking and hearing the language, all in an effort to prepare myself. I then joined JET and taught English for two years at a High School in Nagoya, to acclimatize to living and surrounding myself in the culture, before eventually moving to Tokyo working as a Section Chief at a software development firm. “I did my work. You all can figure it out yourself.” I always thought.
Now sitting here, in this interrogation room, listening to these two clowns bad mouth me, while assuming I didn’t understand a word, played right into one of my new found hobbies of surprising people when I showed them that I wasn’t just an N1 for show.
There was a knock at the door, and it opened to reveal a rather tall man, not just by Japanese standards, stood there in clean crisp uniform, clean shaven, short trimmed hair, but wore a scowl that could the sweetest obaasan to an early grave. Next to him, was an extremely worried, and extremely upset Kanai there. I knew right away just how much trouble I was in.
“This man is free to leave. All witnesses point to him defending his daughter from a wanted serial molester. While I don’t approve of his methods, he is the reason the individual we were looking for was apprehended. Please try avoiding any more violence while in my city. Mr. Satō.” He said, all in Japanese.
“Hai, hontoni arigatou gozaimasu.” I said with a deep bow. I gave one quick look back at the two men, were now in a state of shock realizing that I had understood everything that they had said up to this point.
I walked out of the room and without a word, I gave an even deeper bow to my wife who just stood there, daggers for eyes. When I stood back up, we walked out of the police station and made for the closest metro stop.
“The longer that you stay quiet, the more scared I get.” I said plainly. I loved my wife dearly, but she is to this date the only person on the planet I am truly terrified of.
Her response was to let out a deep sigh. Then she said, “I honestly want to be mad at you, but I really can’t find myself being able to. You aren’t a violent person, you can be cold and unbending to those around you, but not outwardly violent for no reason. You simply acted that way because of the situation, and honestly, I think any dad would.” she said, with a rather relaxed voice. “The only problem now is going to be dad.” She added.
“He knows about the whole situation, and Hina is at my parents house now.” She followed up with another sigh.
Stepping into the empty train car, she said, “There is something else I want to talk to you about.” Her voice this time was strained, and she was looking away.
“One thing at a time. We first go to your parents, pick up our daughter, and then we can go home and talk.” I said flatly.
“It is about my parents…”
“Please, just one thing.” I cut her off. She responded with just a nod of her head.
We arrived in Chuo-ku and made it to her parent’s door. As we stood there waiting for them to answer the door, Sumire said. “Please I really want you to know something about my parents.” She started, but was cut off by the opening of the door. In the door way, I was expecting to see a older man, now bald, probably wearing some silk robe and wearing an angry scowl. Instead what I got was a younger man, closer to my wife’s age, wearing a tailor suit, and a smile.
“Ah, Sumire. Nice to see you again. Was your business all taken care of? Um… who is this gentleman?” he asked, rather cluelessly.
I gave a slow, very confused side glance at my wife, before returning to mee the man’s gaze. “I have come to rescue my daughter from my ridiculous father-in-law.” I shot back at him. This was apparently new information to the man. “Move, or I will move you, today is not my day.” I added.
I stormed into the house, not even bothering to remove my shoes. “Hey old man. Where is Hina?” I asked curtly.
“You have no respect; how dare you walk into another’s home like this! She doesn’t want to see you, leave!” He yelled back while pointing his hand toward my feet.
“You have no respect! How dare you introduce some man to my wife!?” I screamed even louder. “You and I have never agreed, but you know for a fact that I love my family more than anything. You also know what happened the last time someone tried to take my wife from me.” I was burning with rage at the audacity of this man to try to play matchmaker with his married daughter.
“She never should have married you. She never should have listened to you. You are nothing but some rabid beast from the West. You have no decency and no respect for anyone. She should have married a Japanese man, and kept our blood- “ he didn’t get to finish that line as we were interrupted.
“Papa… Jiji, stop fighting.” Hina had come from the back, in response to our yelling match. “Jiji, thank you for letting me stay. But it is time to go home now.” she told him, grabbing onto the index finger of my hand hanging at my right side. “Let’s go home.” She spoke calmly.
I looked at him coldly, letting him know that his wasn’t actually over. Then looked down at her warmly. “That sounds perfect.” She responded with a forced smile.
We turned back around and headed to the door. While she was putting on her shoes, I looked at the interloper. “You should ask him about the last time someone tried to take Sumire from me. I think there were four of them… Well long story short, she and I walked home that night, they didn’t.” He gave a nervous swallow, and a worried look back at the old man. “Are you coming home with us?” I asked Sumire before exiting the condo.
She gave a look at her father, and a pained expression to me, but took my left hand and we walked out. Leaving the door wide open as we left.
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Part 2.
The room was dimly lit, and incense hung heavy in the air. On a large slab in the center of the room lay the a the body of Sir Royden. He was dressed in fine ceremonial armor, which shined brightly in the darkly lit room. The coroners had cleaned him up nicely, though they did leave his thick wiry beard, a now trademark image of the man. We hadn’t known each other all that long, but you could say that he was my first real friend in this world. We had fought side by side for days in the wilderness and even stared down death together, even though only I was left to tell the tale.
It had been reported that it was I that had carried his body out of the forest and had been found by a passing troop of soldiers riding down from the north. When they did reach us to ask about our condition, they had realized that I had passed out on my feet and was still carrying the body of my friend.
During the funeral, there were a multitude of people to come up and speak about Royden. The Prince had commented about the stout warrior and noble figure he had always been. The Princess mentioned what a kind and proper gentleman he always was. There was also Holdebark, the giant of a man who was always with the king, came up and said some words about his apparent successor and past squire. There was an older couple who always came, they had apparently been his parents. They went on about the days raising him and of how proud they were of the man he had become, and that he may not be here anymore, but that he had given his life honorably protecting the future of the world.
That last part cut the worst. I was confident, but it was obvious that at the start of the fight, I had been overconfident. That fight was a harsh reality check, but worst of all, my actions had gotten someone, a good man, killed. The guilt welled up within my throat, and I wanted to just cry out and beg for their forgiveness. It was a tug at my hand that brought me back. The princess had grabbed my hand and held it in her own, and just smiled at me. It was obviously forced, as the water in the corner of her eyes made that very apparent. So, I just smiled back. Then it was my turn.
Walking up to the body, I gave one last look at his powerful figure. His face was still so youthful, it looked as if at any minute, at his lord’s will, he would stand up and bounce into action. But not anymore. All that was left for him was eternal sleep, the long rest that lay before us all.
It made me think, “What does actually happen?”
“All life, all mana is returned to the Great Tree, to be bloomed again when the time is right. She keeps balance in the world. As new mana is created, so too is old mana recycled. It has been her duty since the day she bloomed the first life.” Said a voice in my head.
“Ternora. This is rather uncharacteristic of you.” I said to her.
“Hehe… it is, but we all in some way attached to you. And… he was too. Your fates crossed for a reason.” She responded.
“You know that he was a big worshipper of yours. Is there anything you would like to say?” I asked her.
“If you don’t mind, I think I will!” she said.
The room lit up brightly, and there standing next to me was a large, extremely curvaceous woman, who had a large wide brimmed hat, and a bleached white cotton dress. She stood over the body of the brave warrior and spoke.
“I remember the first day you came into this world. You were so tiny, so feeble, your parents thought that you wouldn’t last the night. They prayed and prayed, asking me for a miracle. While it is normally not something we do, I made a special exception this time, as I saw you fighting for your life after having it for only just a few hours. I gave you the blessing of earth, which allowed you to grow into the strapping and powerful man you became.
“And while you could have used that to become a boastful and arrogant warrior who lorded over others. You instead chose a gentle and pious life, where you always gave back the blessing you had once received, and used violence only when no other option had presented itself. I remember each and every prayer you even made to me, never for yourself, always for your family or for those in need.
“Like the day you went out to the farms and toiled in the dirt and much with the other farmers. They were shocked at the thought of a knight coming down from his steed, putting down his sword and picking up a hoe, to shovel dirt around. You simply explained to them, while it was your duty to protect the people, it was their duty to make sure that the people could eat, that above all other jobs in the entire land, that theirs was the most important and the most honorable.
“One day, some time from now, the world will forget your name. But I won’t. In the name of Tonora, the Goddess of Earth, your name, and your role in this world, will never be forgotten. You are my child, and I will always love you.”
After that, she bent down and kissed the resting man on the cheek. Then she stood up and looked me in the eyes.
“You should not feel guilty. Your life was so important to him, that he willingly gave his to protect it. Your role in this world is far larger than anyone truly knows. You are the person everyone is relying on. Honor his life, his memory and complete the task before you.” With those words, she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. “We are all watching and waiting for what you will do.” She whispered before vanishing, taking the light with her.
I was left standing there, in the center of a room filled with people all looking with mouths gapped.
“Umm… I’m Alex. I…” I gave a cough to clear my throat, which felt tight and dry. ”I was the last person to see him… umm… Sir Royden alive. We fought together for days in the forest, training together. He was… He was a great guy really. He taught me a lot of things about this world, and we always had fun discussions about the different places we grew up and lived in. As someone who was summoned from another world, I can honestly say I was the luckiest person to have met him, even though our first meeting was a duel to the death. He was my first friend in this world, and if I don’t ever make any more, I would still count myself lucky to say that he was my only friend.” I gave a pause, looking up at the ceiling, and doing my best to just keep things together. “I am truly sorry, that he isn’t here anymore.” With that last line, I gave a deep bow in the direction of his parents and held it for what felt like a century.
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I only looked up after I felt a gentle hand on my head and saw that his mom had reached and touched me. That was all it took to open the flood gates. Instead of them resenting me, they chose to embrace me, and in that room, we grieved before everyone.
After everyone was done, his body was taken out and put onto a pyre. He was cremated at dusk and half of his ashes were allowed to be scattered by the winds. The other half was collected and placed inside of a jar, to be given to the family. That night, a big party was held in the center of town where everyone laughed and drank, all in an effort to see him off with a smile. I chose instead to return to my room, I was exhausted, and just wanted to be alone, to grieve in my own way.
There standing at the top of the stairs was a now likely face. She always seemed to be there right around the corner from me.
“Not going to join the celebration?” I asked her.
“No. Royalty can’t really attend those kinds of events. If we did, it would be more of a disruption to the people. We send our support by supplying the food and drink.” She responded.
“Ah. That uh… make a lot of sense, now that you say it. So, how may I help you princess?” I questioned.
“I am wondering if there is anything that I can do to help you.” She quickly shot back. Her look was full of determination. She had relaxed her attire since the service, maybe a bit too relaxed.
“No, thank you ma’am. If there is nothing, I can help you with, I will be returning to my room.” I said, giving a deep bow.
“Why do act so distant?” she asked.
“We all grieve in different ways. In my case, I would like to be alone. Frankly, this situation is proving a bit too much for me.” I said pointedly.
“This situation… I ask what you mean by that?” she shot back.
“Simply that, the lady is here alone. She has come to call upon a man, in rather relaxed attire. If it were another man, something may happen?” I replied.
“Why must it be another man? I want you to know, I have already made my case before my father. He would welcome such a relationship.” Her voice was heated, and brow was scrunched tight, as she stared me down.
“I am sorry my lady. While I am grateful for your continued support, I cannot give you what you seek. There is too far a gap between us, one that I am not prepared to cross.” Her face was furious, but her façade broke, and her eyes began to water. “Now my lady, I wish you a good night.” Was the last thing I said and a slumped over toward the door to my room, opened it, went inside, quickly shutting and locking it behind me. I don’t actually remember making it to bed that night.
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Part 3.
I awoke the next morning to knocking at the door. I first adjusted my senses to the new day and walked over to unlatch the lock. Rushing in came the Prince, the big Grizzly and a line of staff.
“Yes. Now that you have had some time to rest and recover after your ordeal. I think we should begin a discussion about what your next move should be. Afterwards, I have a special surprise for you.” He finished with a big wink. “Now then, you all lay out the table, I am sure our savior is hungry.” he said with a clap of his hands.
The idea of being called a savior after what happened stung deep. I may have gained power in the forest, but I had lost confidence that I could do this. I had set myself up to grow strong, but I had underestimated reality. This wasn’t just some walk in the park, there were real monsters here. The other thing that startled me was, while before back home, I could be cold and shut myself off from everyone, but those two, here, it didn’t seem to work. I was growing attached to this place and these people, something the old part of me found annoying and a hindrance.
“Come, eat. The staff has prepared a bountiful meal for us. We need to restore your energy and a good meal is the best way to do that!” He said, sitting down at the head of the small table, with Holdebark sitting on the chair to his left, which was a true testament to the carpenter’s craftsmanship.
He wasn’t wrong about food replenishing energy. Everything in this world consisted of mana, think of it as atoms and molecules from back home, they were the building blocks of everything. Every action used mana in this world, even walking, talking, and thinking. The only thing being the quantity that they used up was incredibly small, so simply taking in mana from the air or by starlight could replenish what is used up. On top of that, the more you did something, the more efficient you became, so for knights and warrior, even swinging a sword, running with armor or other extraneous activities which would at first start burning mana a noticeable rate, would eventually become more efficient. So, eating food, which is essentially a large collection of mana, became the de facto way of restoring one’s energy.
What I also learned over the last year is that while food is good, potions were better, but they were expensive in human society, since they were a product of international trade with the Elves and Dwarves in the north. The Elves would supply the Dwarves with the ingredients in large quantities, grown deep inside their forest, and the Dwarves would take it and process it into usable consumables, potions mainly. The Elves would keep 30% and the Dwarves would keep another 25%, with the remainder being set out for sale in the Dwarven shell town of Gate city. It was the closest that any non-Dwarf would be allowed to go in Dwarven territory. The only question being, why would they be stocking up so much.
I sat down to the Prince’s right and ate my fill of the well-prepared spread. While mana restoration part wasn’t really all that needed, it still did well for my psyche to have a good meal in decent company.
Once the food was done, and the table cleared, an older gentleman, well greyed, in a butler’s uniform, came and placed a large parchment map on the table. “Thank you, Willian. That will be all for now.” The Prince said the man, who gave a low bow and backed himself into a nearby corner to await any further orders.
The map itself was rather large, but it contained only one part of the world. The continent of Andorius. On it was a special mark indicating our current position. The shape of the continent was rather reminiscent of the shape of my home country of the United States, minus if you took out New England, and if you sunk my home state of Florida. Faustus was located to the south west of the continent. It was nestled on a river which led to a rather large lake.
To its direct east was half of the Andorran Forest, which was split in half down the center by the Aderost Mountains. It started from the Northern shore of the continent and ran down south, almost all the way to the Southern shore, where a small river flowed from its southern peaks and emptied into the bay of Methloda, the largest trade city on the continent.
To the direct north of Faustus were vast plains that spread further than the eye could see. They were dotted with small villages here and there, the only town of note was Dortmin, which lay in the center of the plains, and was often a stopping point for travelers to resupply one their way to the two Breins and eventually Edgren’s landing.
To the southwest of Faustus was Aquiria, the Holy See. While a great temple was built there for the pantheon of gods, their primary god was Hyppodimo, the God of Water, and they often made sacrifices out to the sea for him.
On the other side of the mountains and the Eastern Forest, was the main stay of human society. The Empire. Ranging from the northern borders of the Methloda Merchant State, all the way to the North Shore and Brephis’ Claw, a small settlement that homesteaded on a peninsula sticking out of Abalos bay. The town was named after the Dragon ally of the first Hero. Who helped to lift the siege of the capital by the forces of the Demon Lord, which proved to be the pivotal battle in the long war.
Resting just off the bay was the city of Abalos. It was a trade city for the Empire, and its closest city to the Northern continent of Idira, home to both the Dwarves and the Elves. Taking the Gold Highway south you came to the Twin Lake cities of Agerdoria, the capital of Humanity, and known to be the largest city by land and population.
The other city was Tervis, named after the first Human, and the founder of the old Imperial line. As the name implies, both cities were positioned on their own lakes, and as you would expect, Agerdoria’s lake was much larger than the lake of Trevis. Both towns were also connected by a river which ran from Agerdoria’s lake, to Trevis, then making a sharp turn to the north, before emptying out into the bay. Trevi’s lake was actually fed by a river from the mountains to the west. While myth and legend could only explain the one next to Agerdoria.
“Your next destination should be somewhere in this area.” Holdin said, pointing to area encompassing the forest next to East Brein. “It will be far to walk, but as long as you stay along the roads, it should be relatively easy and safe travel. I will give enough supplies to make it to Dortmin, and funds for anything you need. Once you get to Dortmin, take the East Road, towards East Brein. You will skirt the forest, so be warry from there, there is less manpower that far north to guard the roads.” The Prince finished with a disgruntled look.
“My lord, you mean to say that the Margrave is lax in his administration of the territory.” Chimed in Holdebark, in a thunderous deep voice. It was an unusual occurrence for a normally reserved individual.
“Yes. I don’t have much love for the current Margrave, but his father was a powerful supporter during the orc incursion. So, in his memory, I have overlooked many disturbances and his twisted hobbies. Including the one currently in the quarters below.” he said with a disgusted look.
“Anyway, Alex. Please go there, you will need to find the Witch of the Woods. She is an ancient being who has assisted both of the other Hero’s in their journeys to defeat the Demon Lord. She will know better than anyone what your next move should be. She is extremely wise and powerful, so please be nicer to her than we first met.” He said with a smile on his face and a bead of sweat dripping from his brow.
“It would be interesting to get a first-person account of what happened in those failed campaigns.” I thought.
“I’ll try to be on my best behavior.” I said, returning the smile to him.
“GREAT!” He exclaimed. “Now time for a surprise!” He clapped his hands and started to make for the door. “Come with me.” We walked out of the room and down the hall. “I heard about the incident with Eline.” His voice was quiet, but stern. “While a part of me is happy about it, another part of me is a tad upset. To think that my daughter wouldn’t suit your tastes. So, I prepared something special for you.” His grin was a tad disturbing at this point.
We walked down the stairs, and then another flight, and another, and finally we ended in the first basement of the castle. My made down a small hallway, and towards a door, with soldiers at attention on both sides.
“This is my own special place.” he said, brandishing that perverted look on his face.
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Part 4.
The harem was much larger and more elaborate than you would have ever thought from the outside. The entrance was a single wooden door guarded by two soldiers on either side. Once you entered from there you were in a large entry chamber. Here there were some doors that led to other rooms, a sofa, as well as a clerk and a large intimidating gentle standing next to the door at the far end.
“My…my… Prince Hordin, what the pleasure to see you again. Your room is already prepared for you in the back, as always.” He wore a large toothy smile and bowed while rubbing his palms together.
The Prince greeted the man in return, gave him a few coins and walked towards the back, where the giant of man, who would even give our Grizzly chaperone a run for his money, opened the door, into an even larger, more brightly lit chamber.
In this room there were a multitude of people. Mostly women, dressed in very loose and very revealing attire would entertain and poor drinks for men, who were all too glad to continue to pay for more and more if it meant being able to bask in the presence of a beautiful woman. Along the wall were more guards. If they were carrying any weapons on themselves, they were well hidden. There was also a line of women against the far wall. They were chained up, wearing signs that I couldn’t make out from this distance.
” Interesting place you have taken me.” I said to Hordin, sarcastically.
“Indeed, it is. I had them build a special connection underground to connect it to the castle.” He said enthusiastically, not at all catching my tone. “But come, this place isn’t for us, we have our own place reserved.” He then grabbed my arm and rushed me away.
We entered through yet another door and into the largest room this time. This one actually had a glass dome ceiling, and a large shallow pool in the middle. This one was far less crowded than the other room, with only maybe fifteen people, four of which were guards, stationed in each corner, and three other men sitting on the sofa just off to the side. They were ogling the women, who wore only sheer linen leaving nothing at all to the imagination.
From the look on Hordin’s face, they weren’t supposed to be in this room.
“Soldiers, this is a reserved room for only me and my guests. May I ask how it is you got in here.” He said rather patiently.
“Sorry sir. We were given a special pass for a job well done by our lord. Margrave Platz.” Said one of the men who was getting feely with one of the bustier women in the room.
“Yeah, we did a special favor for the Margrave. We acquired a special present for him” he said, pointing to a small cage in the corner. “So, the good lord is letting us enjoy ourselves in luxury until he arrives tomorrow. He has a new toy to play with after all.” The man finished. He was wearing a smile on his face that would make anyone’s stomach turn. All three continued to laugh and amuse themselves with a few of the women in the room, who were pointing up a fantastic act of enjoying said company.
“I am sorry my boy. This was supposed to be a private affair. Still though, please choose any of the women that you want, consider it my special treat.” He said, trying to make light of the situation.
“You and I have different ideas of private. The thought of having to be present to watch these two, fool around with women young enough to be their daughters was a bit unsettling.” I thought to myself.
As we walked further inside the ladies in waiting gathered around us and my two compatriots scooted off to a private area with their women in tow. I on the other hand wasn’t really feeling quite up to the task. It is not to say that things weren’t working as they should, but it is more or less, but that my heart was in another world. I had been married to my wife for a decade now, and she was the only woman I even looked at. It is not to say that other women weren’t attractive, but more to say that I just didn’t find other women to be appealing. In short, you could say that I was whipped, but still happy in my ignorance.
So, on this current occasion, in which most other people of my sex would be thrilled… I felt out of place. While thanking the pretty ladies for the time and attention, I just sort of walked off. I amused myself by taking in the architecture and scenery of this truly immaculate room. Not so much that I was more interested in it than the women, but an attempt made to distract me from such temptation. I walked the length of the pool in the middle of the room, it clear crystal waters reflecting the light shining in through the great glass dome up above.
As I walked, something else pulled away my attention. A small cage, half covered with a dingy cloth, nestled in a dark corner of the room. This was to be the Margraves new toy, I only wondered exactly what that could mean.
I walked up to the cage, which proved to be quite the eye-sore, in an otherwise picturesque room, not counting the three buffoons near the entrance. Peaking inside the cage I gazed upon the figure of a rather small frail little child. She had had pristine silver-white hair, which seemed to reject any of the dirt of filth that covered the rest of her figure, and pale blue eyes like the color of the sky on a clear warm day in summer. She was scared and malnourished, she had balled herself up in a corner of the cage, trying desperately to protect herself.
“This isn’t a toy. While I can’t really say I am surprised that it turned out to be something like this, given the way those jackasses were talking. Something about this just feels so wrong.” My conscience was screaming to help this girl.
I shrunk down slowly, making myself look smaller, and edged to the side of the cage, trying to get as close to her as possible, without scaring her.
“I won’t ask if you are okay. Instead, I want to know. Do you want to leave here?” My tone was calm, but firm. I looked straight into her eyes when speaking. She looked back at me, and for a moment I could see some kind of hope come back into her face, but it was then wrought with confusion and she returned to the scared defensive posture as before.
This should have been the moment where I simply walked away, but something in my gut was screaming, ‘HELP THIS GIRL. TAKE THIS GIRL.’ And as anyone should, always listen to your gut before anything else. I reached a hand out to her, slowly and gently, with my palm exposed upward to her I asked.
“If you want me to save you, take my hand. Take my hand, and don’t let go.” She hesitated for just a moment, but then the hope returned to her face and she reached out, her ever so tiny and delicate hand in mine. With tears in her eyes she mouthed something that I couldn’t even hear, so I locked my fingers in hers and said. “You and me, we are together now. I will never let anyone hurt you.” I had found it, the difference I had experience in this world from mine. I found my person to protect, to treasure and love. Now, I didn’t need to care about anyone or anything else. I gave her a big warm smile, and pulled her out of the cage, having used [Destroy] to make the bars disappear. I wrapped her in my arms, used [Create] to make a clean linen to wrap around her.
“Hordin. You said any woman in this room right. I’ll be taking this girl here!” I exclaimed loudly.
The three soldiers at the door quickly shot up, reaching for the weapons they had hidden on themselves.
“If you want to try to stop, you're going to have to kill me!”